2007 "FAIRY BOUQUET" photographic study
El Reino de los Duendes
Se encuentra dentro del Bosque Verde Esmeralda
Al tope de la Avenida Imaginación
Una cuadra hacia el Amor
direcciones cortesía: Duende Verde Duque Mayor
from my CASI-MIRA collection of Fairy-Tales
Updated Daily: January 2007 - February 2020
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- el reino de los duendes
- she is waking up
- do you ?
- woman in horse skirt
- gratitude equals happiness
- a happiness state of mind
- having fun & being grateful
- the perfect cream puff
- a new world is born
- moon to sun
- shaman
- sun to moon
- message of the wind
- nicaragua: imports & exports 1962
- goddess of wind
- ángel de los plátanos
- a perfect pair
- the little hand
- diosa de piedra azul
- foot
- mujer de amarillo
- the walk
- yogurt & opera
- wings of imagination
- believe nothing
- coral, pearl & diamond dream
- a favorite poem
- rude with poor manners
- total lunar eclipse
- frescos
- feather on my shoulder
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Saturday, March 31
Friday, March 30
she is waking up
Thursday, March 29
do you ?
2007 "WING of DREAM" paper & ink detail
Do you know how to fly?
Do you know how to dream?
Do you know....yourself intimately like nobody else?
Do you believe in fairies?
Do you believe in love?
Do you believe...in anything?
Eleanor Roosevelt reminds me to BELIEVE in the BEAUTY of my DREAMS...
I do know...I do believe...I do...I do...I do...
Do you know how to fly?
Do you know how to dream?
Do you know....yourself intimately like nobody else?
Do you believe in fairies?
Do you believe in love?
Do you believe...in anything?
Eleanor Roosevelt reminds me to BELIEVE in the BEAUTY of my DREAMS...
I do know...I do believe...I do...I do...I do...
Wednesday, March 28
woman in horse skirt
2007 Untitled textile study - hand dyed silk is from 2005
The older woman slowly came into the store using a walker. She wore a light blue skirt covered with horses dancing all around. She smiled so much and when she spoke, she almost laughed.
This woman has a young girl's spirit. This woman is happy...this woman is grateful. This woman made my day...
excerpt from journal entry circa 1990's
The older woman slowly came into the store using a walker. She wore a light blue skirt covered with horses dancing all around. She smiled so much and when she spoke, she almost laughed.
This woman has a young girl's spirit. This woman is happy...this woman is grateful. This woman made my day...
excerpt from journal entry circa 1990's
Tuesday, March 27
gratitude equals happiness
Monday, March 26
a happiness state of mind
Sunday, March 25
having fun & being grateful
Saturday, March 24
the perfect cream puff
Friday, March 23
a new world is born
Thursday, March 22
moon to sun
2007 Untitled sketch
i am goddess of pearl
born daughter of moonlight and stardust
he who seeks me
finds me not
until I say – my way
i need neither sun nor gold
and i never do as I am told
should you see him today
tell him you gazed upon me
making a wish in his name...
excerpt from a short story written many suns ago
i am goddess of pearl
born daughter of moonlight and stardust
he who seeks me
finds me not
until I say – my way
i need neither sun nor gold
and i never do as I am told
should you see him today
tell him you gazed upon me
making a wish in his name...
excerpt from a short story written many suns ago
Wednesday, March 21
shaman
Tuesday, March 20
sun to moon
Monday, March 19
message of the wind
Sunday, March 18
nicaragua: imports & exports 1962
2007 "GREENTAPE" photographic study
"At school Meg was tired and her eyelids sagged and her mind wandered. In social studies she was asked to name the principle imports and exports of Nicaragua, and though she had looked them up dutifully the evening before, now she could remember none of them. The teacher was sarcastic, the rest of the class laughed, and she flung herself down in her seat in a fury. “Who cares about the imports and exports of Nicaragua, anyhow?” she muttered."
© 1962 Madeleine L’Engle from her book “A Wrinkle In Time"
which I am currently re-reading thanks to B.C. in N.Y.C.
"At school Meg was tired and her eyelids sagged and her mind wandered. In social studies she was asked to name the principle imports and exports of Nicaragua, and though she had looked them up dutifully the evening before, now she could remember none of them. The teacher was sarcastic, the rest of the class laughed, and she flung herself down in her seat in a fury. “Who cares about the imports and exports of Nicaragua, anyhow?” she muttered."
© 1962 Madeleine L’Engle from her book “A Wrinkle In Time"
which I am currently re-reading thanks to B.C. in N.Y.C.
Saturday, March 17
goddess of wind
Friday, March 16
ángel de los plátanos
Thursday, March 15
a perfect pair
2007 "PINK PEAR" photographic mixed media study
Her beauty captivated him.
She possessed perfect curves and firm flawless skin.
He dressed her with jewels and asked her to pose.
He adored her adorning him.
The days passed and she matured,
loosing firmness and gaining sweetness.
When he finally remembered her, she was almost too old.
He delicately washed her, peeling away layers.
Swiftly without hesitation, he carved and covered her with dough...
...transforming his once perfect pear into a tart.
from “Conversations with Fruit” a series in progress
Her beauty captivated him.
She possessed perfect curves and firm flawless skin.
He dressed her with jewels and asked her to pose.
He adored her adorning him.
The days passed and she matured,
loosing firmness and gaining sweetness.
When he finally remembered her, she was almost too old.
He delicately washed her, peeling away layers.
Swiftly without hesitation, he carved and covered her with dough...
...transforming his once perfect pear into a tart.
from “Conversations with Fruit” a series in progress
Wednesday, March 14
the little hand
Tuesday, March 13
diosa de piedra azul
Monday, March 12
foot
Sunday, March 11
mujer de amarillo
Saturday, March 10
the walk
2007 "COSMOS" mixed media sculpture study
It was a crisp chilly night and they decided to go out for a walk. Actually, he graciously invited her...and she accepted, with pleasure. Under the black skies they strolled. Under the bright stars they dreamed. Hand in hand, laughing at life - with life - through life.
It was a crisp chilly night and they decided to go out for a walk. Actually, he graciously invited her...and she accepted, with pleasure. Under the black skies they strolled. Under the bright stars they dreamed. Hand in hand, laughing at life - with life - through life.
Friday, March 9
yogurt & opera
Thursday, March 8
wings of imagination
Wednesday, March 7
believe nothing
Tuesday, March 6
coral, pearl & diamond dream
Monday, March 5
a favorite poem
detail of an exquisite turquoise transitioning into a CASIMIRA sculpture
one of my favorite poems by Oriah:
"It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments."
© Mountaindreaming, from the book The Invitation by Oriah
a reminder to be true to myself, to my dreams, to my art
Sunday, March 4
rude with poor manners
Saturday, March 3
total lunar eclipse
Friday, March 2
frescos
2007 "BLUE GRAPEFRUIT" photographic mixed media study
...I dreamt with her last night...again. There was a basket of enormous fruit and she making frescos from it...The fruit was gloriously huge, colorful and ripe...
excerpt from Dream Journal , October 26th, 2006 which may be included in "Conversations with Fruit" a series in progress
...I dreamt with her last night...again. There was a basket of enormous fruit and she making frescos from it...The fruit was gloriously huge, colorful and ripe...
excerpt from Dream Journal , October 26th, 2006 which may be included in "Conversations with Fruit" a series in progress
Thursday, March 1
feather on my shoulder
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