HER-story:

With words and images, I am telling my story. Through art, through sculpture, I am remembering HERstory...
CASIMIRA

Monday, April 30

truths beyond


"The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself." 
- Anais Nin 

mixed media on paper 


Sunday, April 29

trying to keep things tidy


I asked for wisdom and my beloved HAFIZ answered:

"One of the dumbest things you can do is backbite an animal or a human being. 

Reason is: Besides the fact that an animal who is feeling grouchy that day might bite you back...

Whenever you speak ill of any living creature something of their shadow might fall on you.

Some unwanted impressions of theirs could spill on your floor, 

and I imagine you are busy enough trying to keep things tidy."
- HAFIZ

snapshot - endless pearls with vintage silks and signature bronze sculpture




Saturday, April 28

tu


"La persona más próxima a mí
eres tú, a la que sin embargo
no veo desde hace tanto tiempo
más que en sueños."
- Ernesto Cardenal


Friday, April 27

happy to you


two years ago today a fiercely feminine little goddess arrived with eyes wide open...

happy birthday my darling baby girl

"happy to you!" - as you say 


Thursday, April 26

el corazón de poeta


"Tiene la expresión de una flor,
la voz de un pájaro,
y el alma como luna llena,
de un mes de abril...

Tiene en sus palabras calor,
y frío de invierno,
su piel es dura como el árbol,
que azota el viento...

Y tiene el corazón de poeta,
de niño grande y de hombre niño,
capaz de amar con delirio,
capaz de hundirse en la tristeza...

El tiene, el corazón de poeta,
de vagabundo y de mendigo,
y así lo he conocido,
y así me gusta a mi que sea,
que tenga el corazón de poeta...

Tiene la arrogancia del sol,
mirada cándida,
su piel de nieve se hace fuego cerca de mi...


Es amigo y amante fiel,
ve las estrellas,
camina junto a mi soñando,
con cosas bellas...

Y tiene el corazón de poeta,
de niño grande y de hombre niño,
capaz de amar con delirio,
capaz de hundirse en la tristeza...
El tiene, el corazón de poeta,
de vagabundo y de mendigo,
y así lo he conocido
y así me gusta a mi que sea,
que tenga el corazón de poeta..." - JEANETTE



Wednesday, April 25

immune


"Do not take anything personally.

Nothing others do is because of you.

What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream.

When you are immune to the opinions and actions of others, you won't be the victim of needless suffering."

- Don Miguel Ruiz


Tuesday, April 24

we shared a moment that will last till the end


"My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.

Yes, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
Flying high.
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till t
he end.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you." - James Blunt

Monday, April 23

fool for your love


"I'm a fool for that shake in your thighs.

I'm a fool for that sound in your sighs.

I'm a fool for your belly.

I'm a fool for your love.

I want to make this plain.

Oh, I know your faded, 
but stay, don't close your eyes...

Caught in this pool held in your eyes.

Caught like a fool without a line.

We're in a natural spring,

With this gentle sting between us.

Stay, stay open..."

- RHYE

a favorite song and a selfie 




Sunday, April 22

earth day


"La tierra tiene fiebre necesita medicina
Y poquito de amor que le cure la penita que tiene...

La tierra tiene fiebre

Tiembla, llora, se duele del dolor más doloroso

Y es que piensa que ya no la quieren...

Y es que no hay respeto por el aire limpio
Y es que no hay respeto por los pajarillos
Y es que no hay respeto por la tierra que pisamos
Y es que no hay respeto ni por los hermanos
Y es que no hay respeto por los que están sin tierra
Y es que no hay respeto y cerramos las fronteras
Y es que no hay respeto por los niños chiquininos
Y es que no hay respeto por las madres que buscan a sus hijos.
La tierra tiene fiebre necesita medicina
Y poquito de amor que le cure la penita que tiene.
Aah-aah
La tierra tiene fiebre necesita medicina
Y poquito de amor que le cure la penita que tiene.
Aah-aah
La tierra tiene fiebre
Tiembla, llora, se duele del dolor más doloroso
Y es que piensa que ya no la quieren.
La tierra tiene fiebre
Tiembla, llora, se duele del dolor más doloroso
Y es que piensa q ya no la quieren.
Y es que no hay respeto y se mueren de hambre
Y es que no hay respeto y se ahoga el aire
Y es que no hay respeto y yo y lloran mas madres
Y es que no hay respeto y se mueren de pena los mares
Y es que no hay respeto por las cosas de los pueblos
Y es que no hay respeto desde los gobiernos
Y es que no hay respeto por los coches mininos
Y es que no hay respeto y el mundo se prendió...
La tierra tiene fiebre necesita medicina
Y poquito de amor que le cure la penita que tiene.
Aah-aah
La tierra tiene fiebre necesita medicina
Y poquito de amor que le cure la penita que tiene.
Aah-aah
La tierra tiene fiebre
La tierra tiene fiebre
La tierra tiene fiebre
La tierra tiene fiebre
La tierra tiene fiebre necesita medicina
Y poquito de amor q le cure la penita q tiene.
Aah-aah
Y es que no hay respeto por el aire limpio
Y es que no hay respeto por los pajarillos
Y es que no hay respeto por la tierra q pisamos
Y es que no hay respeto ni por los hermanos
Y es que no hay respeto por las cosas de los pueblos
Y es que no hay respeto desde los gobiernos
Y es que no hay respeto por los coches mininos
Y es que no hay respeto y el mundo se prendió..."
Songwriters: Bebe / Maria Nieves Rebolledo

mixed media on paper

Saturday, April 21

telegraph to your soul


"Every time I think of you -

I always catch my breath 

And I'm still standing here 

And you're miles away 
And I'm wondering why you left

And there's a storm that's raging

Through my frozen heart tonight


I hear your name in certain circles

And it always makes me smile

I spend my time

Thinking about you
And it's almost driving me wild

And there's a heart that's breaking

Down this long distance line tonight


I ain't missing you at all

Since you've been gone away

I ain't missing you

No matter what I might say
There's a message in the wire

And I'm sending you this signal tonight

You don't know

How desperate I've become
And it looks like I'm losing this fight
In your world
I have no meaning
Though I'm trying hard to understand

And it's my heart that's breaking

Down this long distance line tonight


I ain't missing you at all

Since you've been gone away

I ain't missing you

No matter what my friends say
And there's a message that I'm sending out


Like a telegraph to your soul


And if I can't bridge this distance

Stop this heartbreak overload
I ain't missing you at all

Since you've been gone away

I ain't missing you

No matter what my friends say
I ain't missing you

I ain't missing you

I can lie to myself

And there's a storm that's raging

Through my frozen heart tonight


I ain't missing you at all

Since you've been gone away

I ain't missing you

No matter what my friends say
Ain't missing you

I ain't missing you

I ain't missing you

I can lie to myself
Ain't missing you...


No matter what my friends might say

I ain't missing you..."

- John Waite



Friday, April 20

la mirada


"Sentir, que es un soplo la vida,
que veinte años no es nada,
que febril la mirada,
errante en las sombras,
te busca y te nombra..."
- Estrella Morente

Thursday, April 19

este mal de amores

- 2007 mixed media on paper -

"Es por culpa de una hembra 
que me estoy volviendo loco.
No puedo vivir sin ella,
pero con ella tampoco.


Y si de este mal de amores -
yo me fuera pa' la tumba,
a mi no me mandeis flores,
que como dice esta rumba:


Quise cortar la flor
mas tierna del rosal,
pensando que de amor
no me podria pinchar,
y mientras me pinchaba
me enseño 
una cosa
que una rosa es una rosa es una rosa...

Y cuando abri la mano
y la deje caer
rompieron a sangrar
las llagas en mi piel
y con sus petalos
me las curo mimosa
que una rosa es una rosa es una rosa...


Pero cuanto mas me cura,
al ratito mas me escuece,
porque amar es el empiece
de la palabra amargura.


Una mentira y un credo
por cada espina del tallo
que injertandose en los dedos
una rosa es un rosario..."

- J.M. Cano

amanecí muy Española...olé...
y que ponte los zapatos de tacón y taconea...

I woke up with this song in my mind...
Spanish dreams perhaps...


Wednesday, April 18

till you let me


"...a voice within me keeps repeating: you, you, you. Night and day you are the one. Only you beneath the moon and under the sun. 

Whether near to me, or far - it's no matter darling where you are. I think of you night and day.

Day and night, why is it so?
That this longing for you follows wherever I go...in the silence of my lonely room, I think of you.

...a hungry yearning, burning inside of me and its torment won't be through till you let me spend my life making love to you,
day and night, night and day..."

- written by Cole Porter, circa 1932



Tuesday, April 17

witness


"When we cultivate mystical awareness or transcendent identity - which is a natural outgrowth of meditation and other practices - what happens is that we begin to take a witness position on our own lives, and that includes our minds."
- James Redfield


Monday, April 16

cuando quieras



"Si tienes un hondo penar -
Piensa en mí;
Si tienes ganas de llorar -
Piensa en mí.
Ya ves que venero
Tu imagen divina,
Tu párvula boca
Que siendo tan niña,
Me enseñó a besar.


Piensa en mí -
Cuando sufras,
Cuando llores
También piensa en mí.


Cuando quieras
Quitarme la vida,
No la quiero para nada,
Para nada me sirve sin ti."


- Agustín Lara y María Teresa Lara

te mando un beso 

a media noche 

estoy despierta

pensandote

siento tus pensamientos

piensas en mí






Sunday, April 15

io non dormo e penso a te


"Io lavoro e penso a te,
torno a casa e penso a te,
le telefono e intanto penso a te...

Come stai e penso a te,
dove andiamo e penso a te,
le sorrido abbasso gli occhi e penso a te...

Non so con chi adesso sei,
non so che cosa fai,
ma so di certo a cosa stai pensando...

E' troppo grande la città,
per due che come noi,
non sperano però si stan cercando... cercando...

Scusa è tardi e penso a te,
ti accompagno e penso a te,
non son stato divertente e penso a te...

Sono al buio e penso a te,
chiudo gli occhi e penso a te,
io non dormo e penso a te..."


- Lucio Battisti (1943-1998)

Saturday, April 14

my secret life



"I saw you this morning.
You were moving so fast.
Can’t seem to loosen my grip -
on the past.
 


And we’re still making love
In My Secret Life.

I smile when I’m angry.
I cheat and I lie.
I do what I have to do to get by.
But I know what is wrong,
And I know what is right.
And I’d die for the truth
In My Secret Life...
...I bite my lip.
I buy what I’m told:
from the latest hit,
to the wisdom of old.
But I’m always alone.
And my heart is like ice.
And it’s crowded and cold.
In My Secret Life."

-  Leonard Cohen (1934-2016)

Friday, April 13

to make you feel my love


"When the rain is blowing in your face,
And the whole world is on your case,
I could offer you a warm embrace,
To make you feel my love.

When the evening shadows and the stars appear,
And there is no one there to dry your tears,
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love.

I know you haven't made your mind up yet, but I will never do you wrong.

I've known it from the moment that we met, no doubt in my mind where you belong.

I'd go hungry; I'd go black and blue,
And I'd go crawling down the avenue.
No, there's nothing that I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love.

The storms are raging on the rolling sea
And on the highway of regret.
The winds of change are blowing wild and free,
You ain't seen nothing like me yet.

I could make you happy, make your dreams come true.
Nothing that I wouldn't do.
Go to the ends of the Earth for you,
To make you feel my love..."
- Bob Dylan 

Thursday, April 12

el sabor de mis puntos cardinales


"Yo tuve un amor atlántico -

y me converti en sirena -

y en mi carne morena -

sentí el calor -

silbando fuerte a mi alrededor -

y tuve un amor lunatico -

y me converti en planeta -

y estuvimos dando vueltas -

en un baile silencioso -

las estrellas calladas -

como nosotros -

y ahora tengo un amor -

que es un calor -

que navega su aire en el viento -

que conoce mis buenos momentos -

mis males -

y el sabor de mis puntos cardinales -

yo tuve un amor antártico -

y la nieve me esperaba -

noche y dia fría, helada -

pero a mi no me importaba -

porque el hielo conservaba nuestro ardor 

y ahora tengo un amor -

que es un calor -

que navega su aire en el viento -

que conoce mis buenos momentos, mis males -

y el sabor de mis puntos cardinales..."

- Ana Torroja


Wednesday, April 11

radiantly dance into the night


"You are expanding wildly within and your powerful ripple is causing havoc around you.

Your change has been noticed and causing distress for some.

Chaos is inevitable now you are shifting into your true being.

It’s up to you: Will you choose the chaos or will the chaos choose you?
Both have the same outcome.
To drop you into BEing.
In alignment of you.

Will it be a fight for things to stay the same and draining you of your life force?
Or will it be uncomfortably surrendering into the liberating change the Universe is conspiring to create for you?

Slowly but surely the drums that are playing in your soul will tremble loose everything that no longer honours your highest truth.

You choose this path.
Walk it speaking your own voice
Radiantly dance into the night

Woman you are too awake.
Face your boundlessness and roam free."

Sharona Lautoe

self-portrait - my shoulder 

Tuesday, April 10

I want you to know...


"Quiero que sepas
una cosa.

Tú sabes cómo es esto:
si miro
la luna de cristal, la rama roja
del lento otoño en mi ventana,
si toco
junto al fuego
la impalpable ceniza
o el arrugado cuerpo de la leña,
todo me lleva a ti,
como si todo lo que existe,
aromas, luz, metales,
fueran pequeños barcos que navegan
hacia las islas tuyas que me aguardan.

Ahora bien,
si poco a poco dejas de quererme
dejaré de quererte poco a poco.

Si de pronto
me olvidas
no me busques,
que ya te habré olvidado.

Si consideras largo y loco
el viento de banderas
que pasa por mi vida
y te decides
a dejarme a la orilla
del corazón en que tengo raíces,
piensa
que en ese día,
a esa hora
levantaré los brazos
y saldrán mis raíces
a buscar otra tierra.

Pero
si cada día,
cada hora
sientes que a mí estás destinada
con dulzura implacable.
Si cada día sube
una flor a tus labios a buscarme,
ay amor mío, ay mía,
en mí todo ese fuego se repite,
en mí nada se apaga ni se olvida,
mi amor se nutre de tu amor, amada,
y mientras vivas estará en tus brazos
sin salir de los míos."

- Pablo Neruda

"I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is: 
if I look 
at the crystal moon, at the red branch 
of the slow autumn at my window, 
if I touch 
near the fire 
the impalpable ash 
or the wrinkled body of the log, 
everything carries me to you, 
as if everything that exists, 
aromas, light, metals, 
were little boats 
that sail 
toward those isles of yours that wait for me. 

Well, now, 
if little by little you stop loving me 
I shall stop loving you little by little. 

If suddenly 
you forget me 
do not look for me, 
for I shall already have forgotten you. 

If you think it long and mad, 
the wind of banners 
that passes through my life, 
and you decide 
to leave me at the shore 
of the heart where I have roots, 
remember 
that on that day, 
at that hour, 
I shall lift my arms 
and my roots will set off 
to seek another land. 

But 
if each day, 
each hour, 
you feel that you are destined for me 
with implacable sweetness, 
if each day a flower 
climbs up to your lips to seek me, 
ah my love, ah my own, 
in me all that fire is repeated, 
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, 
my love feeds on your love, beloved, 
and as long as you live it will be in your arms 
without leaving mine."

- Pablo Neruda
detail from mixed media on canvas, 2017