HER-story:

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

Wednesday, August 14

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, August 13

just what to do


"Well, he walked up to me and he asked me if I wanted to dance.

He looked kinda nice and so I said I might take a chance.

When he danced he held me tight.

And when he walked me home that night, all the stars were shining bright.

And then he kissed me.

Each time I saw him I couldn't wait to see him again.

I wanted to let him know that he was more than a friend.

I didn't know just what to do,
So I whispered I love you.

And he said that he loved me too
And then he kissed me.

He kissed me in a way that I've never been kissed before,
He kissed me in a way that I wanna be kissed forever more.

I knew that he was mine so I gave him all the love that I had.

And one day he took me home to meet his mon and his dad.

Then he asked me to be his bride,
And always be right by his side.

I felt so happy I almost cried
And then he kissed me..."

- Phil Spector, Ellie Greenwich & Jeff Barry

my lips, selfie from today 


Monday, August 12

incomplete


"Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet." - Plato

mixed media on canvas, circa 2001, in a private collection 

Sunday, August 11

feel alive


"...loving can hurt sometimes, but it's the only thing that I know...it is the only thing that makes us feel alive. 

We keep this love in a photograph. We made these memories for ourselves, where our eyes are never closing, hearts are never broken, and times are forever frozen still.

So you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans, holding me closer until our eyes meet, you won't ever be alone - wait for me to come home.

Loving can heal. Loving can mend your soul and is the only thing that I know. I swear it will get easier. Remember that with every piece of you, and it's the only thing we take with us when we die.

...I will remember how you kissed me...hearing you whisper..."

- Ed Sheeran

snapshot - ideas, pearls, feathers and crystals on my desk 


Saturday, August 10

dream a little dream


Stars shining bright above you,

Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"

Birds singing in the sycamore tree,
Dream a little dream of me.
Say "Night-ie night" and kiss me,

Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me.

While I'm alone and blue as can be,
Dream a little dream of me.
Stars fading, but I linger on, dear
Still craving your kiss
I'm longing to linger till dawn, dear
Just saying this
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me
Stars fading, but I linger on, dear
Still craving your kiss
I'm longing to linger till dawn, dear
Just saying this
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries far behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me.."

Songwriters: Fabian Andre, Gus Kahn, and Wilbur Schwandt




Friday, August 9

the joy of how you whisper


“I want to see you. 

Know your voice. 

Recognize you when you first come 'round the corner. 

Sense your scent when I come into a room you've just left. 

Know the lift of your heel, the glide of your foot. 

Become familiar with the way you purse your lips then let them part, just the slightest bit, when I lean in to your space and kiss you.

I want to know the joy of how you whisper "more”... 

- RUMI

Thursday, August 8

Toni Morrison on LOVE



Love is never any better than the lover.

Don’t beg anybody for anything, especially love.

Could you really love somebody who was absolutely nobody without you? You really want somebody like that? Somebody who falls apart when you walk out the door? You don’t, do you?

To get to a place where you could love anything you chose, not to need permission for desire, well now that was freedom.

Love is divine only and difficult always. If you think it is easy you are a fool. If you think it is natural you are blind.

Something that is loved is never lost.

- Toni Morrison 

Wednesday, August 7

mi Estrella Maruca


my exquisite paternal grandmother 

I wrote, or rather channeled, a poem-story on the day she transitioned.

I am working on illustrating and publishing, "Estrella Maruca."

Tuesday, August 6

ya nuestra intimidad es tan inmensa


Soñamos juntos
juntos despertamos
el tiempo hace o deshace
mientras tanto
no le importan tu sueño
ni mi sueño
somos torpes
o demasiado cautos
pensamos que no cae
esa gaviota
creemos que es eterno
este conjuro
que la batalla es nuestra
o de ninguno
juntos vivimos
sucumbimos juntos
pero esa destrucción
es una broma
un detalle una ráfaga
un vestigio
un abrirse y cerrarse
el paraíso
ya nuestra intimidad
es tan inmensa
que la muerte la esconde
en su vacío
quiero que me relates
el duelo que te callas
por mi parte te ofrezco
mi última confianza
estás sola
estoy solo
pero a veces
puede la soledad
ser una llama.

Mario Benedetti 



Saturday, August 3

still making love in 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, August 2

gnawing hunger


A corner of my home...a mountain of books, endless pearls, healing crystals, a stone carving found at a flea market decades ago...and the prototype of one of my first books in print...

My home is my studio. 

My home is my temple.

"From as far back as I can remember, I was obsessed by a gnawing hunger for rituals of spirit." 
- Gabrielle Roth

a gnawing hunger...

what do you hunger for?





Thursday, August 1

eleven


celebrating 11 years of blessed motherhood...