With words and images, I am telling my story. Through art, through sculpture, I am remembering HERstory...CASIMIRA
Monday, February 28
Sunday, February 27
Dame la dulzura de tus labios
El calor de tu cuerpo
El placer de tus manos
El milagro de tu amor
Llename de ti y así los dos revalsaremos de pasión.
Tu eres mi cielo siempre rodeandome de amor.
Tu eres mi sol siempre dandome calor.
Tu eres mi luna siempre mi luz en la oscuridad
Yo te prometo ser lo mismo y crear para los dos un paraíso hasta la eternidad.
- Edda M. Sevilla (b. 1949)
Copyright CASIMIRA on 2/27/2011
Saturday, February 26
Friday, February 25
Thursday, February 24
somewhere on the ocean floor.
Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge
of driftwood along the beach, wanting!
They derive from a slow and powerful root
that we can't see.
Stop the words now.
Open the window in the centre of your chest,
and let the spirits fly in and out."
Copyright CASIMIRA on 2/24/2011
Wednesday, February 23
...dressed in a gown of coral draped with pearls and diamonds, she sat on her throne in the balcony of the great Parisian palace...
excerpt from Dream Journal, August 16th 2006, inspiration for sculpture and short story in progress
originally published in March 2007
Copyright CASIMIRA on 2/23/2011
Tuesday, February 22
Monday, February 21
Sunday, February 20
Saturday, February 19
Friday, February 18
Thursday, February 17
- Tamara de Lempicka (1898-1980)
It is one thing is to be influenced by other artists, designers.
It is quite another thing to copy.
To copy is to have no shame and no self-worth, worse yet – no voice.
How can you be proud of yourself if you copy?
Authenticity matters to me.
Copyright CASIMIRA on 2/17/2011
Wednesday, February 16
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree."
-Alfred Joyce Kilmer (1886 - 1918)
Copyright CASIMIRA on 2/16/2011
Tuesday, February 15
Monday, February 14
excerpt from a series of writings featuring Pablo Picasso; the stories always come to me through Spanish dreams
un día de sol
Palo de Limón
se enamoro de Rosa Linda
con sus espinas ella le saco el jugo
con sus perfumes lo hipnotizó
después de mucho tiempo
con un poco de azúcar negra prestada
el finalmente la conquisto
una noche de luna
vestido de Toro-Cura
Picasso los caso con pluma, oro y luz
de esta unión
tu crees en estas cosas?
son maravillosas...son milagrosas
one sunny day
fell in love with Rosa Linda
and her thorns began to squeeze his juices dry
while her perfumes hypnotized him
after some time
with a bit of borrowed brown sugar
he finally won her over
on a moonlit night
dressed as Bull-Priest
Picasso married them with feather, gold and light
from this union
Fish-with-Butterfly-Wings was born
do you believe in such things?
marvelous and miraculous things...
originally published in 2007
Copyright CASIMIRA on 2/14/2011
Sunday, February 13
"Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited to all we now know and understand, while imagination embraces the entire world, and all there ever will be to know and understand."
- Albert Einstein (1879-1955)
how do we limit ourselves?
let us embrace the entire world...
Copyright CASIMIRA on 2/13/2011
Saturday, February 12
Friday, February 11
Thursday, February 10
Wednesday, February 9
Tuesday, February 8
|my 2-year-old's art|
offers a choice
little by little
I recognize nature’s melody
the song of my soul
today, I choose happiness...again and again
originally published in January 2007
Copyright CASIMIRA on 2/08/2011
Monday, February 7
Sunday, February 6
Saturday, February 5
Friday, February 4
Thursday, February 3
smile today and blossom
life is too short to carry around low energies that weigh us down
feel the sunshine on your face
breathe in the moment
Copyright CASIMIRA on 2/03/2011
Wednesday, February 2
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
Copyright CASIMIRA on 2/02/2011