detail from mixed media, circa 2006-2007
The bare-breasted goddess walked through Cuban villages looking for antique silks...
from last night's dreams
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- goddess in cuba
- personal zen master
- what sustains us from the INSIDE?
- younger and younger
- are you satisfied?
- as juicy as usual
- healing wings
- con corona de cristal
- earth day
- in pearls from neck to foot
- the heat of our souls' desires
- she wears butterflies
- kissing...almost biting him
- for the wise women
- no time to love
- a woman expects a man...
- celeste-mente
- my body moves in waves
- pétalos familiares
- born from crystal waters
- casimira - the queen
- guided by moonlight
- diamond ego
- governed by ideas
- escape
- adoring adornments
- coral queen
- red thread
- somos volcanes
- any fool
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Thursday, April 30
Wednesday, April 29
personal zen master
Tuesday, April 28
what sustains us from the INSIDE?
detail from a photograph of Lydia's orchids, 2009
excerpt from the book The Invitation by Oriah Mountaindreaming:
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.
© Oriah Mountain Dreamer, from the book The Invitation, HarperSanFrancisco, 1999
what sustains us from the INSIDE?
excerpt from the book The Invitation by Oriah Mountaindreaming:
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.
© Oriah Mountain Dreamer, from the book The Invitation, HarperSanFrancisco, 1999
what sustains us from the INSIDE?
Monday, April 27
younger and younger
Sunday, April 26
are you satisfied?
Saturday, April 25
as juicy as usual
2009 mixed media
BANANO: Buenos Dias, you two...how are you?
LIMON I: OK, I guess, but I'm not feeling as juicy as usual.
LIMON II: Me either. Do you know what they did to LIMON III? They put him in the microwave for 20 seconds and then rolled him on the counter and finally sliced him in half - and all for a can of tuna.
BANANO: Well, they are waiting for me to get really old and sweet - just to mash me up and make a loaf of bread.
excerpt from "Conversations with Fruit" a series in progress
BANANO: Buenos Dias, you two...how are you?
LIMON I: OK, I guess, but I'm not feeling as juicy as usual.
LIMON II: Me either. Do you know what they did to LIMON III? They put him in the microwave for 20 seconds and then rolled him on the counter and finally sliced him in half - and all for a can of tuna.
BANANO: Well, they are waiting for me to get really old and sweet - just to mash me up and make a loaf of bread.
excerpt from "Conversations with Fruit" a series in progress
Friday, April 24
healing wings
Thursday, April 23
con corona de cristal
Wednesday, April 22
earth day
Tuesday, April 21
in pearls from neck to foot
Monday, April 20
the heat of our souls' desires
2007 Untitled study for sculpture series
stars have secrets to tell us
- can we silence our minds and hear their whispers?
mother moon flirts with our emotions
- are we brave enough to feel?
great sun burns with passion
- can we stand the heat of our souls' desires?
oh what galaxies exist within us!
originally published in September 2007
stars have secrets to tell us
- can we silence our minds and hear their whispers?
mother moon flirts with our emotions
- are we brave enough to feel?
great sun burns with passion
- can we stand the heat of our souls' desires?
oh what galaxies exist within us!
originally published in September 2007
Sunday, April 19
she wears butterflies
2007 photo & mixed media depicting a fellow artist who lives in Granada and participates in art courses taught by Robert Barberena De La Rocha through Future of Nicaragua Foundation in association with Arts for the Aging
She wears butterflies in her hair and sings old love songs never forgotten. She sports a vintage pair of Chuck Taylor All Stars and tries not to use a cane when walking. When I hug her, she smells of fresh roses and baby powder. Once upon a time, she loved to cook and occasionally shares secret recipes. She is one of the greatest artists I have ever met, teaching me about the Art of Living.
originally published in November 2007
She wears butterflies in her hair and sings old love songs never forgotten. She sports a vintage pair of Chuck Taylor All Stars and tries not to use a cane when walking. When I hug her, she smells of fresh roses and baby powder. Once upon a time, she loved to cook and occasionally shares secret recipes. She is one of the greatest artists I have ever met, teaching me about the Art of Living.
originally published in November 2007
Saturday, April 18
kissing...almost biting him
She was beautiful and she knew it.
Her skin was alabaster with mother-of-pearl iridescence.
She dressed in layers of flowing, transparent chiffon veils that floated around her long and slender ethereal body.
She pouted thick, sensual, hungry lips resembling only those of Angelina.
Her enormous dark eyes bulged out just enough.
She chased after him.
Had she no pride?
She pursued him, kissing him desperately, almost biting him.
Was she ready to mate?
Do fish have sex...?
notes upon observing a fish tank in a waiting room2007 quick sketch of the dangerous beauty
originally published in June 2007
Her skin was alabaster with mother-of-pearl iridescence.
She dressed in layers of flowing, transparent chiffon veils that floated around her long and slender ethereal body.
She pouted thick, sensual, hungry lips resembling only those of Angelina.
Her enormous dark eyes bulged out just enough.
She chased after him.
Had she no pride?
She pursued him, kissing him desperately, almost biting him.
Was she ready to mate?
Do fish have sex...?
notes upon observing a fish tank in a waiting room2007 quick sketch of the dangerous beauty
originally published in June 2007
Friday, April 17
for the wise women
2007 detail from print
Who are the wise women in your life?
When do you seek their counsel?
The wise women speak to me through dreams and symbols.
There are no coincidences...I am being guided, moment by moment.
originally published in December 2007
Who are the wise women in your life?
When do you seek their counsel?
The wise women speak to me through dreams and symbols.
There are no coincidences...I am being guided, moment by moment.
"In the ancient way of being, the earth not only creates, feels, and protects life, but like a mother, whispers through natural signs and images the secret knowledge of how body, mind, emotions and spirit work upon each other in an intricate, invisible weaving." - Johanna Lambert from "Wise Women of the Dreamtime"
originally published in December 2007
Thursday, April 16
no time to love
mixed media
Human beings judge all of the time.
We judge other human beings.
We judge politicians and actors – similar professions.
We judge restaurants and fashion.
We judge books and artists.
He is an excellent judge of character.
She is an awful judge of character.
She is overweight and must be depressed.
She is underweight and must be anorexic.
He is lazy.
He is a bohemian dreamer.
The baby is so cute.
What, are you having a fourth, fifth baby?
What, you’ve been married how long and no babies?
How many languages does your child speak?
Only one, barely one…why?
You don’t go to church.
God will punish you.
Shame on you.
She has had many lovers.
She is a whore.
She is confused.
He has had many lovers.
He is a healthy, virile man.
He celebrates his manhood.
She is a virgin.
She is a pious nerd.
He is a virgin.
He is gay, perhaps in the closet.
Human beings judge all of the time, when perhaps we should LOVE all of the time...
originally published in December 2007
Human beings judge all of the time.
We judge other human beings.
We judge politicians and actors – similar professions.
We judge restaurants and fashion.
We judge books and artists.
He is an excellent judge of character.
She is an awful judge of character.
She is overweight and must be depressed.
She is underweight and must be anorexic.
He is lazy.
He is a bohemian dreamer.
The baby is so cute.
What, are you having a fourth, fifth baby?
What, you’ve been married how long and no babies?
How many languages does your child speak?
Only one, barely one…why?
You don’t go to church.
God will punish you.
Shame on you.
She has had many lovers.
She is a whore.
She is confused.
He has had many lovers.
He is a healthy, virile man.
He celebrates his manhood.
She is a virgin.
She is a pious nerd.
He is a virgin.
He is gay, perhaps in the closet.
Human beings judge all of the time, when perhaps we should LOVE all of the time...
If you judge people, you have no time to love them.
- Mother Teresa
originally published in December 2007
Wednesday, April 15
a woman expects a man...
Tuesday, April 14
celeste-mente
Monday, April 13
my body moves in waves
2007 Untitled
waves
my body moves in waves
when I dance...even when I walk sometimes
waves of laughter...waves of grief...waves of waves
from her book "Sweat Your Prayers: Movement as Spiritual Practice" which I am currently reading and practicing
originally published in November 2007
waves
my body moves in waves
when I dance...even when I walk sometimes
waves of laughter...waves of grief...waves of waves
"I love waves; I wish I had some in my hair. My daddy did, but I guess I didn't dive into that end of the gene pool. Virginia Woolf wrote my favorite book, The Waves, and I have a son who surfs them. I danced a thousand dances to Patti Smith's song "Wave" and I've waved a thousand good-byes. I've seen waves come and take my house, flood the same bedroom where they accompanied countless nights of lovemaking. I have ridden the waves of labor, of sorrow, and of bliss."
- GABRIELLE ROTH
from her book "Sweat Your Prayers: Movement as Spiritual Practice" which I am currently reading and practicing
originally published in November 2007
Sunday, April 12
pétalos familiares
Saturday, April 11
born from crystal waters
Friday, April 10
casimira - the queen
2007 mixed media, self-portrait
She does not believe in failure, only obstacles which make her stronger.
Her kingdom is her imagination.
Her loyal subjects are her talents.
I love the queen in me...I respect and honor her...
I also fear her just a bit...
originally published in December 2007
In every woman there is a Queen.
Speak to the Queen and the Queen will answer.
- Norwegian Proverb
She does not believe in failure, only obstacles which make her stronger.
Her kingdom is her imagination.
Her loyal subjects are her talents.
I love the queen in me...I respect and honor her...
I also fear her just a bit...
originally published in December 2007
Thursday, April 9
guided by moonlight
2007 Untitled self-portrait, mixed media
I am rooted in peace and forgiveness.
I am able to sit in silence and stillness.
I am guided by moonlight.
I am one with nature as I embark on yet another journey...
originally published in August 2007
Last night I took him on moonlight stroll...Mother Moon blessed us with her light, showered us with her majesty, infused us with her grace.
I am rooted in peace and forgiveness.
I am able to sit in silence and stillness.
I am guided by moonlight.
I am one with nature as I embark on yet another journey...
originally published in August 2007
Last night I took him on moonlight stroll...Mother Moon blessed us with her light, showered us with her majesty, infused us with her grace.
Wednesday, April 8
diamond ego
2007 study for sculpture
Given the choice between receiving a fig or a diamond as a gift, which would you prefer? He asked.
I thought you would prefer the diamond – a fig-sized one – still rough with vibrant earth energies, unpolished and raw. He challenged her.
How can a diamond hurt your soul? He wondered.
Are you saying you will never use diamonds in your sculptures? He smiled.
this excerpt was originally published in November 2007
Given the choice between receiving a fig or a diamond as a gift, which would you prefer? He asked.
The fig, of course. She answered.
I thought you would prefer the diamond – a fig-sized one – still rough with vibrant earth energies, unpolished and raw. He challenged her.
A diamond does not nourish my body yet has the power to harm my soul. She replied.
How can a diamond hurt your soul? He wondered.
It is not the actual diamond, but what it represents. Today, a diamond represents wealth and poverty -- the wealth of earthly possessions and the poverty of spiritual enlightenment. A diamond represents ego and attachment to the material world. She bit into one of her breakfast figs.
Are you saying you will never use diamonds in your sculptures? He smiled.
On the contrary, I will use diamonds just not make them the center of attention. Plus, you asked what I would prefer YOU give ME as a GIFT. She laughed.
this excerpt was originally published in November 2007
Tuesday, April 7
governed by ideas
Monday, April 6
escape
Sunday, April 5
adoring adornments
2005 Untitled hand-dyed silk detail
ribbons in her hair
a flower tucked behind an ear
rubber bands as bracelets
mother’s pearls - what pleasure
a crown of paper and a feather
oh nymph - oh fairy princess !
Always adoring adornments, from daisies to diamonds, if I thought it magical I was wearing it. Grand Mother initiated me by personally piercing my ears with gold when I was but two weeks old. Since then, adornments developed into a form of silent, almost sacred communication. Every piece I conceive carries a bit of my soul, paying respectful homage to my Muse, Mother Nature. A decade ago, after creating the first wearable sculpture I wrote, “…like the human soul, no two are alike…” It is still true today.
orininally published in January 2007
ribbons in her hair
a flower tucked behind an ear
rubber bands as bracelets
mother’s pearls - what pleasure
a crown of paper and a feather
oh nymph - oh fairy princess !
Always adoring adornments, from daisies to diamonds, if I thought it magical I was wearing it. Grand Mother initiated me by personally piercing my ears with gold when I was but two weeks old. Since then, adornments developed into a form of silent, almost sacred communication. Every piece I conceive carries a bit of my soul, paying respectful homage to my Muse, Mother Nature. A decade ago, after creating the first wearable sculpture I wrote, “…like the human soul, no two are alike…” It is still true today.
orininally published in January 2007
Saturday, April 4
coral queen
Friday, April 3
red thread
Thursday, April 2
somos volcanes
mixed media
We are volcanoes. When we women offer our experience as our truth, as human truth, all the maps change. There are new mountains.
- Ursula K. Le Guin (b. 1929)
my Spanish translation:
Nosotras somos volcanes. Cuando ofrecemos nuestras experiencias como nuestra verdad, nuestra verdad humana, todos los mapas cambian. Existen nuevas montañas.
- Ursula K. Le Guin (n. 1929)
we are volcanoes...
nosotras somos volcanes...
We are volcanoes. When we women offer our experience as our truth, as human truth, all the maps change. There are new mountains.
- Ursula K. Le Guin (b. 1929)
my Spanish translation:
Nosotras somos volcanes. Cuando ofrecemos nuestras experiencias como nuestra verdad, nuestra verdad humana, todos los mapas cambian. Existen nuevas montañas.
- Ursula K. Le Guin (n. 1929)
we are volcanoes...
nosotras somos volcanes...
Wednesday, April 1
any fool
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