With words and images, I am telling my story. Through art, through sculpture, I am remembering HERstory...CASIMIRA
Sunday, May 31
Saturday, May 30
Thursday, May 28
|- mixed media from a series -|
"You'll learn, as you get older, that rules are made to be broken. Be bold enough to live life on your terms, and never, ever apologize for it. Go against the grain, refuse to conform, take the road less traveled instead of the well-beaten path. Laugh in the face of adversity, and leap before you look. Dance as though EVERYONE is watching. March to the beat of your own drummer. And stubbornly refuse to fit in." - Mandy Hale
Wednesday, May 27
Tuesday, May 26
Monday, May 25
Sunday, May 24
Saturday, May 23
Friday, May 22
Thursday, May 21
Wednesday, May 20
|- mixed media from journals -|
" Te doy mi alma desnuda,
como estatua a la cual ningún cendal escuda.
Desnuda con el puro impudor
de un fruto, de una estrella o una flor;
de todas esas cosas que tienen la infinita
serenidad de Eva antes de ser maldita.
De todas esas cosas,
frutos, astros y rosas,
que no sienten vergüenza del sexo sin celajes
y a quienes nadie osara fabricarles ropajes.
Sin velos, como el cuerpo de una diosa serena
¡que tuviera una intensa blancura de azucena!
Desnuda, y toda abierta de par en par
¡por el ansia del amar! "
- Juana de Ibarbourou (1892 – 1929)
Tuesday, May 19
And the scars that mark my body, they’re silver and gold.
My blood is a flood of rubies, precious stones.
It keeps my veins hot, the fire's found a home in me.
I move through town, I’m quiet like a fight.
And my necklace is of rope, I tie it and untie.
And now people talk to me, but nothing ever hits home.
People talk to me, and all the voices just burn holes.
I’m done with it.
This is the start of how it all ends.
They used to shout my name, now they whisper it.
I’m speeding up and this is the red, orange, yellow flicker beat sparking up my heart.
We're at the start, the colors disappear.
I never watch the stars, there’s so much down here.
So I just try to keep up with the red, orange, yellow flicker beat sparking up my heart.
I dream all year, but they’re not the sweet kinds.
And the shivers move down my shoulder blades in double time.
And now people talk to me, I’m slipping out of reach now.
People talk to me, and all their faces blur.
But I got my fingers laced together and I made a little prison, and I’m locking up everyone who ever laid a finger on me.
I’m done with it." - LORDE
Monday, May 18
Sunday, May 17
|- mixed media on paper -|
"She was so extraordinarily beautiful that I nearly laughed out loud...I fell in love with her at once. She was like a mirage of beauty of the ages, irresistible, like a pull of gravity. She has everything I want in a woman." - Richard Burton (1925-1984)
Saturday, May 16
Friday, May 15
Thursday, May 14
Wednesday, May 13
Monday, May 11
Sunday, May 10
Saturday, May 9
Friday, May 8
|- mixed media on canvas in a private collection -|
Thursday, May 7
Wednesday, May 6
Tuesday, May 5
Monday, May 4
Sunday, May 3
she taught me to stand tall and respect myself...
she taught me to trust my gut...
she taught me to clean, cook, sew and iron, but not because of my gender (she taught her sons and grandsons similar chores)...
she taught me to be loyal and truthful, especially with myself...
she taught me that motherhood is a privilege, a lifelong commitment and a selfless sacrifice...
she taught me how to hula dance, gracefully moving to the rhythms of nature while telling my story...
she taught me to always help another in need, especially another woman...
- excerpts from my journals
Happy Birthday Beloved Mimi...truly a Grand Mother...