HER-story:

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

Monday, October 14

shifting into true being


"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

mixed media on canvas, 2019

Sunday, October 13

eye contact





he pretends to look around, but is actually looking at me...


excerpt from a true story in my journals 









Saturday, October 12

no one like me



"...Intention I feel inventive,

Gonna make you, make you, make you notice -


Got motion restrained emotion...


No reason just seems so pleasing,


Gonna make you, make you, make you notice -



Gonna use my arms,



Gonna use my legs,



Gonna use my style,



Gonna use my sidestep,



Gonna use my fingers,

Gonna use my, my, my imagination -

'Cause I gonna make you see,


There's nobody else here,


No one like me,


I'm special so special,

I gotta have some of your attention give it to me -

Got rhythm I can't miss a beat...

Got something I'm winking at you,



Gonna make you, make you, make you notice...Give it to me..."



- The Pretenders

in an 80s mood

mixed media on canvas, 2019




Friday, October 11

it might just be fantastic



"Don't get me wrong
If I'm looking kind of dazzled
I see neon lights
Whenever you walk by

Don't get me wrong
If you say hello and I take a ride
Upon a sea where the mystic moon
Is playing havoc with the tide
Don't get me wrong

Don't get me wrong
If I'm acting so distracted
I'm thinking about the fireworks
That go off when you smile

Don't get me wrong
If I split like light refracted
I'm only off to wander
Across a moonlit mile

Once in awhile
Two people meet
Seemingly for no reason
They just pass on the street
Suddenly thunder, showers everywhere
Who can explain the thunder and rain
But there's something in the air

Don't get me wrong
If I come and go like fashion
I might be great tomorrow
But hopeless yesterday

Don't get me wrong
If I fall in the 'mode of passion'
It might be unbelievable
But let's not say so long
It might just be fantastic
Don't get me wrong..." 

- The Pretenders

mixed media on canvas, 2019


Thursday, October 10

tempted

- "Pomegranate Kiss" mixed media on paper circa 2007 -
Eve had the infamous apple

Persephone her pomegranate

...what is your fruit?

your temptation and pleasure?

"I said to my reflection,
let's get out of this place
...memories of it still
keep calling and calling
but forget  it all
I know I will
tempted by the fruit of another
tempted but the truth is discovered
what's been going on
now that you have gone
there's no other...
your body gets much closer
I fumble for the clock
alarmed by the seduction
I wish that it would stop
I bought a novel, some perfume
a fortune all for you
but it's not my conscience
that hates to be untrue
I asked my reflection
tell me what is there to do?
tempted by the fruit of another..." 
- Glenn Tilbrook and Chris Difford


Wednesday, October 9

deep inside



"...but even so, just as he starts to leave, when he notices a bit of dirt under his thumbnail, he stops to scrub it out. Although she has never complained at all about his grubby appearance whenever he came in tired from the digs and sat drinking with her, she might feel differently now that she is going to take him upstairs.

He is glad to see the show again because it gives him time to anticipate and dream, to build up to a private finale. Though he doesn't fool himself. She has to have known for a while how much he thinks of her, and yet, kind as she always was when he told her all his troubles, he knows she has another regular man, more sophisticated, more of her world. As one more time he watches the extraordinary grace with which she dances, all that gauzy fabric whirling around her, his longing has a different quality now that he knows his desire will soon be met...

...But it is not just the mechanics of what she does that impressed him. He has all he longed for now, even what he never quite understood before that he wanted. It is not just that she had made him happy. He is laughing to find himself lighter than air. And she has given him a deeper pleasure, too; as if reaching into the center of who he is, she has mined the gold that was deep inside."

- Susan Griffin

Tuesday, October 8

balance


"...and lately I've begun wondering 
if you're trying to tell me something 

we used to talk all night
and do things alone together 

and I've begun

(as a reaction to a feeling)
to balance
the pleasure of loneliness
against the pain
of loving you "

- Nikki Giovanni



Monday, October 7

one more sign of freedom


"...que el placer que juntos inventamos sea otro signo de la libertad."
-Julio Cortázar

"...let the pleasure we invent together be one more sign of freedom."
-Julio Cortázar translated by Stephen Kessler

...a morning with Julio and his poetry, my pearls and rose petals between pages...

Sunday, October 6

transformations

- mixed media on paper -
"I take pleasure in my transformations.
I look quiet and consistent,
but few know how many women there are in me."
- Anais Nin


the little girl full of wonder

the adolescent ready to rebel

the shy young woman waiting patiently

the lover free of any inhibition

the silent and committed wife

the nurturing mother giver of life

the storyteller

the dancing warrior of light

the high priestess

the healer

the shaman

the goddess

the channel

the alchemist

the crone

the artist


from my journals



Saturday, October 5

in the cage



"In the cage is the lion. She paces with her memories. Her body is a record of her past. As she moves back and forth, one may see it all: the lean frame, the muscular legs, the paw enclosing sharp claws, the astonishing speed of her response. She was born in this garden. She has never in her life stretched those legs. Never darted farther than twenty yards at a time. Only once did she use her claws. Only once did she feel them sink into flesh. And it was her keeper's flesh. Her keeper whom she loves, who feeds her, who would never dream of harming her, who protects her. Who in his mercy forgave her mad attack, saying it was her nature, to be cruel at a whim, to try to kill what she loves...she knows no life outside the garden. She has no notion of anger of what she could have been, or might be. No idea of rebellion. It is only her body that knows of these things, moving her, daily, hourly, back and forth, before the bars of her cage."

- Susan Griffin

Friday, October 4

life's seasons


"My life is fruitful and abundant. Just as the earth has its cycles and seasons, so, too, our own lives have times of planting, times of growth and times of harvest."


"So much of my frustration comes from my refusal to accept life's seasons as they come to me."


"An adolescent child enters a period of rebellion. This is necessary to full maturation. A project at the midpoint is sprawling and unwieldy. This, too, is necessary. A marriage enters a time of solo growth and trajectories as each partner pursues independent interests. However unsettling, this, too, is healthy."


"Not all seasons lie serene in the sun, yet each has its place. As I ask to be attuned to life's cycles, I feel my anxiety slipping away. I rest in the faith that all is unfolding according to right timing. I am where I should be when I should be. I am alert to the good of every moment."
- Julia Cameron

images: mixed media on paper from a series of work in progress





Thursday, October 3

dharma


"Turning your mind toward the dharma does not bring security or confirmation.  Turning your mind toward the dharma does not bring any ground to stand on.  In fact, when your mind turns toward the dharma, you fearlessly acknowledge impermanence and change and begin to get the knack of hopelessness.

In Tibetan there's an interesting word: ye tang che.  The ye part means "totally, completely," and the rest of it means "exhausted." Altogether, ye tang che means totally tired out.  We might say "totally fed up."  It describes an experience of complete hopelessness, of completely giving up hope.  This is an important point.  This is the beginning of the beginning.  Without giving up hope -- that there's somewhere better to be, that there's someone better to be -- we will never relax with where we are now or who we are.

To think that we can finally get it all together is unrealistic.  To seek for some lasting security is futile. To undo our very ancient and very stuck habitual patterns of mind requires that we begin to turn around some of our most basic assumptions.  Believing in a solid, separate self, continuing to seek pleasure and avoid pain, thinking that someone "out there" is to blame for our pain -- one has to get totally fed up with these ways of thinking.  One has to give up hope that this way of thinking will bring us satisfaction.  Suffering begins to dissolve when we can question the belief or the hope that there's anywhere to hide."

 - Pema Chodron

I bring it all to my meditation mat: the numbness, the emptiness, the anxiety, the loss, the boredom, the grief, the gratitude, the joy, the laughter, the exhaustion...without judgement.  I sit and breathe and simply honor what is going on at the moment.  I am more than feelings and emotions.  I am more than thoughts.  I am more and yet I am nothing and everything. 

from my journals 

snapshot: detail of a tree, inspiration for a series of paintings 


Wednesday, October 2

as long as his heart is open


"I hope he calls you in the morning

after a night of sleeping in a big, empty bed

Just to say good morning

Just to hear your voice

as it is the only wake up call
he needs.

I hope he cooks you breakfast 
Knowing how you like your eggs
how you take your coffee
how little or how much you wish to speak.
I hope he cooks you dinner, too
For no reason at all.

I hope he holds your hand proudly
as you walk through a room
of people you don’t know.

I hope he builds you up
until you are standing on a pedestal
of your own creation.

I hope he encourages you to make art
take risks
travel the world
be alone -
always knowing that you’ll be back
home in his warm embrace

as long as his heart is open.
I hope he wears his heart on his sleeve
and is not shy

to adorn yours
as well.

I hope he is the kind of person
who, when presented with the ocean,
will not shy away

from diving in
to ride the waves.
I hope he is all of himself

unafraid to own
his stories
no matter how dark they may seem.

I hope he can see that all of you

is in the stars
poking through
the dark sky
of your past.

I hope he is not scared

by your ability to choose growth
your ability to not be held hostage
by the person you were yesterday
last week
last year.

I hope his attention span

is as long as every word
that exits your mouth
your heart.

I hope that he hears your truth

and meets it with gratitude
for your vulnerability.

I hope he loves you

in a way you didn’t know love existed.
For you have only seen love
in other places
with shaky ground that fell
beneath your hopeful feet.

This is who I hope

for you—
Because you are worthy
of being loved
by a heart so bright
the sun blushes
in admiration."

- Annabelle Blythe

I found this within the pages of one of my journals tonight
image is a mixed media on canvas, 2019


Tuesday, October 1

your scent



"I threw my heart to the winds

and followed you.

One day the wind brought me your scent,

my heart swelled in gratitude

and scattered in the wind."

- RUMI









Monday, September 30

willing to risk it all


"Do you love me, or are you just extending goodwill?

Do you need me half as bad as you say, or are you just feeling guilt?

I’ve been burned before
and I know the score

So you won’t hear me complain

Will I be able to count on you?

Or is your love in vain?

Are you so fast that you cannot see that I must have solitude?

When I am in the darkness, why do you intrude?

Do you know my world, do you know my kind?

Or must I explain?

Will you let me be myself?

Or is your love in vain?

Well I’ve been to the mountain and I’ve been in the wind

I’ve been in and out of happiness

I have dined with kings, I’ve been offered wings and
 I’ve never been too impressed

All right, I’ll take a chance, 
I will fall in love with you

If I’m a fool you can have the night,
you can have the morning too

Can you cook and sew, 
make flowers grow?

Do you understand my pain?

Are you willing to risk it all
Or is your love in vain?"

- Bob Dylan

Sunday, September 29

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 

Saturday, September 28

finge que no te gusto


Ya quiéreme de a poco
Pero que no me de cuenta y que nadie sepa
Ven, y cuídame
Pero que parezca que me estas haciendo daño
Amárrame… 
Ay, finge que no te gusto
Dame una mirada y luego vuélvete lejana
Y sin querer búscame y déjame
Llámame pero no me hables, besame y ahogame
Amárrame… 
Curarme…
Y enfermaré de a poco, poco, poco
Curame…
Trasformame un loco poco poco
Amárrame… 
Ay, quiero ver tu perversión
Hasta donde llega, hasta donde me has llevado
Ignorame, ven y pierde la razón
Quiero que me ruegues y me mires a los ojos 
Dame la espalda, desenfocame
Tómame del pelo y repiteme mi nombre
Y ámame, pero sin querer
Deja que te lleve que mañana acaba todo
Amárrame… 
Curame…
Y enfermaré de a poco, poco, poco
Curame…
Trasformame un loco poco poco
Amárrame… 
Curame…
Y enfermaré de a poco, poco, poco
Curame…
Trasformame un loco poco poco
Amárrame…

- Mon Laferte and Juanes

Friday, September 27

wisdom is sweeter


"Wisdom is
sweeter than honey,
brings more joy
than wine,
illumines
more than the sun,
is more precious
than jewels.

She causes
the ears to hear
and the heart to comprehend.

I love her
like a mother,
and she embraces me
as her own child.

I will follow
her footprints
and she will not cast me away."

- Makeda, Queen of Sheba 



Thursday, September 26

silence


"Contain your experience with the Divine so that it does not escape you but rather shapes you. 

Be silent. 

Silence will help you avoid engaging in the games of competition and illusion that regularly seduce us in the outside world. Silence also helps you avoid distraction. It helps focus the busy mind - the mind that always has to be doing something, thinking something, the mind that always has to be otherwise engaged lest it become introspective and allow the soul’s voice to override its own. 

The silence I am describing is a silence that you use to contain the grace you receive when you enter the Castle of your soul. This quality of silence allows you to engage in discernment. 

You carry this silence within you, even when you are with others. It allows you to hold your center amid the chaos of your life; it keeps you clear so that you do not do or say things you will regret or make decisions out of fear. “

- Caroline Myss


Wednesday, September 25

no se atrevía


“To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else's heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.” 

“Le parecía tan bella, tan seductora, tan distinta de la gente común, que no entendía por qué nadie se trastornaba como él con las castañuelas de sus tacones en los adoquines de la calle, ni se le desordenaba el corazón con el aire de los suspiros de sus volantes, ni se volvía loco de amor todo el mundo con los vientos de su trenza, el vuelo de sus manos, el oro de su risa. No había perdido un gesto suyo, ni un indicio de su carácter, pero no se atrevía a acercársele por el temor de malograr el encanto."

- Gabriel Garcia Marquez (1927-2014)

snapshot - an unintentional selfie of my shoulder...