CASIMIRA

CASIMIRA
HERstory through ART
With words and images, I am telling my story.

Through art, I am remembering HERstory...

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Friday, June 12

an expired relationship

I love beets. I love to eat them and paint with their unforgiving, staining juices.  
Beets remind me of Grand Mother and God Mother. I can almost taste the unforgettable beet soup with Guru Spiritual Mother... 
Yesterday, I discovered a jar and a can of sliced beets...both had expired.  
What are we holding on to that has already expired? 
expired ideas 
expired relationships 
expired habits
This is from my 2010 journals.  With the exception of creamy nut butters, coconut mana and the occasional canned albacore or sardine for salads, I rarely consume anything out of a jar or can anymore.

A lot has changed...I doubt I am the same person I was only yesterday. I believe we have the ability to evolve with each conscious, mindful breath as we discover the depths our essence.

I am intrigued by the idea of expired relationships.  In our heart of hearts, we sense when a relationship begins to fade.  I am referring to all kinds of relationships - not only lovers, partners and spouses...

So can friendships be rekindled?  Are they even suppose to be?  Do we hold on to connections out of some sense of obligation, duty, honor or even guilt? Can relationships be recycled in some way?  What about karmic and co-dependant connections?  

So many questions. I am relieved to realize that I am okay with not having answers.  There more I learn and grow, the less I truly know...and I am relishing this sense of freedom and liberation.  

It is all a dance... Life is a wildly mysterious and wonderful dance...

from my journals



Thursday, June 11

opening the way


"The world will know and understand me someday. But if that day does not arrive, it does not greatly matter. I shall have opened the way for other women."
- George Sand

In order to open the way for other women, I must know and understand myself - something I strive for every single day.

excerpt from my journals and mixed media from 2008 

Wednesday, June 10

levels of consciousness


"How wonderful to go beyond wanting and fearing in your relationships. Love does not want or fear anything.

If her past were your past, her pain your pain, her level of consciousness your level of consciousness, you would think and act exactly as she does. With this realization comes forgiveness, compassion, peace.

The ego doesn't like to hear this, because if it cannot be reactive and righteous anymore, it will lose strength.

When you receive whoever comes into the space of Now as a noble guest, when you allow each person to be as they are, they begin to change."

- Eckhart Tolle

I opened the book to this passage...




Tuesday, June 9

thinking of you


"The Important Things Humans Do:

Go to work. Eat. Dream. Try to sleep. Think of you.

Count the stars. Wake up. Think of you.

Be here. Listen to what they're saying. Think of you.

Cook. Read. Watch TV. Think of you.

Pay attention. I'm thinking of you."

- pleasefindthis
(not a typo)


snapshot: a corner of my world



Monday, June 8

unstoppable


"she was
unstoppable
and she took
anything
she wanted
with a smile."
- R.M. Drake



Sunday, June 7

fire in the belly


determined...

purified...

unstoppable...

secure...

there is a fire in my belly...

"Good men and good women have fire in the belly. We are fierce. Don't mess with us if you're looking for someone who will always be nice to you. Nice gets you a C+ in life.  We don't always smile, talk in a soft voice, or engage in indiscriminate hugs..." - Sam Keen


Saturday, June 6

supressed joy


we sat under The Princess Tree,

who kissed us with her leaves and seeds,

blessings of life, death and fertility

upon our heads...


we ate with our hands,

like children,

as water spilled playfully,

emotions and energies flowed

effortlessly


my hands honored 

the fire in my belly

and I discovered 

delicious 

supressed joy 


"The end is the beginning of all things, supressed and hidden, awaiting to be released through the rhythm of pain and pleasure." - Krishnamurti


snapshot of The Princess Tree






Friday, June 5

overwhelming lust and the composure of fidelity


"Born of the sea, fluid and sensuous Venus absorbs agression, softens anger, refreshes the soul, and bestows comfort. She simultaneously embodies overwelming lust and the composure of fidelity. Wisely, the ancients feared Venus's capacity to drown reason while revering her as a source of divine bliss and fulfillment. As the goddess of love, pleasure, sensuality, beauty, and fertility, Venus personifies essential blessings."
- J.D. Hildegard Hinkel

overwhelming lust and the composure of fidelity...

 

Thursday, June 4

seven years someday


"If you leave, don't leave now,
please don't take my heart away.

Promise me, just one more night,
Then we'll go our separate ways.

We always had time on our side,
but now it's fading fast.

Every second, every moment,
we've got to, we've got to make it last.

I touch you once.
I touch you twice.
I won't let go at any price.
I need you now, like I needed you then.
You aways said we'd still be friends, someday.

If you leave, I won't cry.
I won't waste one single day.
But if you leave, no don't look back,
I'll be running the other way.

Seven years went under the bridge,
like time was standing still.

Heaven knows what happens now,
you've got to, you've got to say you will.

I touch you once.
I touch you twice.
I won't let go at any price.
I need you now, like I needed you then.
You always said we'd meet again, someday.

Oh if you leave...
...please don't leave..."

- OMD (Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark), circa 1986


Wednesday, June 3

off with HER head


"We have come together to fall apart

The queen of chaos straddles
our corpora callosa

Reins of raw silk weaving our wills
into the corners of the collective mind

There's more to chaos than meets the mind
dialoguing with demons, goddesses
and gods

Wings lying unconscious at our sides
rise and shudder

If chaos were only chaos
we wouldn't sit in the darkness
of new moons choking back howls

If chaos were only chaos
this edge would rise up razor sharp
and take off our heads

Off with our heads!

We'd eat our cake and dance on the crumbs

Oh, God!

If chaos were only chaos
she'd take her spiked heel
and pierce our throats

Ripe verbs would do us all night

Words would fly from our lips like birds
in a formation never seen by humans

If chaos were only chaos
the words wouldn't matter
and the poem would always be there

Always be there

Be there

Be there

We have come together here

We have come together

We have come together to fall apart."

- Jewel Mathieson



the warrior in me has awakened

decapitating demons

slashing fears
through tears

crushing judgements
while dancing and dreaming

the warrior in me

the blessed spiritual warrior in me
manifesting peace




Tuesday, June 2

Queen of Sheba


"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 (ca. 960/1000 B.C.)

a corner of my home...mixed media on paper with silk and bronze, a feather found on one of my daily walks, meditation crystals and a playful golden snake...

Monday, June 1

ancestors whisper words of wisdom


"Walking, I am listening to a deeper way. Suddenly, all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands." - Linda Hogan

be still...
watch...
listen...

words of wisdom...



Sunday, May 31

gentle sting between us


"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 barely,

I'm a fool for your...

...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...

but stay, don't close your hands...

stay open..."

- M. Milosh & R. Braun

snapshot: detail from mixed media on canvas in a private collection




Saturday, May 30

meeting Donald Robertson








"I went to art school for, like, 10 minutes, and I got asked to leave..." 
- Donald Robertson

snapshots of New York City window art installations by the talented Donald Robertson


Friday, May 29

estas perdiendo el tiempo pensando


"Siempre que te pregunto,
Que cuando como y donde,
Tu siempre me respondes;
Quizas, quizas, quizas.

Y asi pasan los dias,
Y yo desesperando,
Y tu, tu contestando;
Quizas, quizas, quizas.

Estas perdiendo el tiempo,
Pensando, pensando,
Por lo que mas tu quieras,
Hasta cuando, hasta cuando?

Y asi pasan los dias,
Y yo desesperando,
Y tu, tu contestando;
Quizas, quizas, quizas."
- Osvaldo Farres

snapshot: Cleopatra marble carving by William Wetmore Story (1819-1895)

Thursday, May 28

yes, Yes, YES...

- 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

no tengo tiempo...no me tientes


"Paso que pasa,
rostro que pasabas,
que más quieres,
te miro,
después me olvidare,
después y sólo,
sólo y después,
seguro que me olvido.

Paso que pasas,
rostro que pasabas,
que más quieres,
te quiero,
te quiero sólo dos,
o tres minutos,
para conocerte más,
no tengo tiempo.

Paso que pasas,
rostro que pasabas,
que más quieres,
ay no,
ay no me tientes,
que sí nos tentamos,
no nos podremos olvidar,
adiós."
- Mario Benedetti 



Tuesday, May 26

the way he loves


"How nice, I remember thinking. It will be so much fun to have Barry as a friend. I certainly didn't think we were going to fall in love...

Our relationship was unique from day one and quite unexplainable...I was overwhelmed by the way he loved me...gave into me, trusted me blindly, and loved me unconditionally...Never, ever, even for a second, under any circumstances, has he not been there for me. And that's pretty amazing. 

There was passion between us; love, support, honesty. There was never anything forced between us...the way he loves me is true and unique."
- Diane Von Furstenberg

mixed media on paper 


Monday, May 25

save us


"To save us from them, we must separate  ourselves. And to be different, we must question everything that makes us who we are." - R.M.Drake

yes, yet another recent self-portrait, now popularly known as a selfie


Sunday, May 24

loneliness


"Don't surrender your loneliness so quickly. Let it cut more deep. Let it ferment and season you as few human or even divine ingredients can. Something missing in my heart tonight has made my eyes so soft, my voice so tender, my need of God absolutely clear."
- my beloved HAFIZ


snapshots of sky messages...



Saturday, May 23

rage


Wisdom found me this morning during sunrise meditation and yoga:

"Under the tutelage of Wild Woman we reclaim the ancient, the intuitive, and the passionate. When our lives reflect hers, we act cohesively. We carry through, or learn to if we don't already know how. We take the steps to make our ideas manifest in the world. We regain focus when we lose it, attend to personal rhythms, draw closer to friends and mates who are in accord with wildish and integral rhythms. We choose relationships that nurture our creative and instinctive lives. We reach our to nurture others. And we are willing to teach receptive mates about wildish rhythms if need be.

But there is another aspect to mastery, and that is dealing with what can only be called women's rage. The release of that rage is required. Once women remember the origins of their rage, they feel they may never stop grinding their teeth. Ironically, we also feel very anxious to disperse our rage, for it feels distressing and noxious. We wish to hurry up and do away with it.

But repressing it will not work. It is like trying to put fire into a burlap bag. Neither is it good to scald ourselves or someone else with it. So there we are holding a powerful emotion that we feel came upon us unbidden. It is a little like toxic waste; there it is, no one wants it, but there are few disposal areas for it. One has to travel far in order to find a burial ground...

...All emotion, even rage, carries knowledge, insight, what some call enlightenment. Our rage can, for a time, become teacher...a thing not to be rid of so fast, but rather something to climb the mountain for, something to personify via various images in order to learn from, deal with internally, then shape into something useful in the world as a result, or else let it go back down to dust. In a cohesive life, rage is not a stand-alone item. It is a substance waiting for our transformative efforts. The cycle of rage is like any other cycle; it rises, falls, dies and is released as new energy. Attention to the matter of rage begins the process of transformation.

Allowing oneself to be taught by one's rage, thereby transforming it, disperses it. One's energy returns to use in other areas, especially the area of creativity. Although some people claim they can create out of their chronic rage, the problem is that rage confines access to the collective unconscious - that infinite reservoir of imaginal images and thoughts - so that a person creating out of rage tends to create the same thing over and over again, with nothing new coming through. Untransformed rage can become a constant mantra about how oppressed, hurt and tortured we were...

...Rage corrodes our trust that anything good can occur. Something has happened to hope. And behind the loss of hope is usually anger; behind anger, pain; behind pain, usually torture of one sort or another, sometimes recent, but more often from long ago.

In physical post-trauma work, we know that the sooner injury is dealt with, the less its effect spread or worsen. Also the more quickly a trauma is contained and dealt with, the faster the recovery time. This is true for psychological trauma as well. What condition would we be in if we'd broken a leg as a child, and thirty years later it still had not been properly set?

...There is a life beyond thoughtless rage...it takes a conscious practice to contain and heal such. But we can do it. It truly takes only climbing through one step at a time.

So rather than trying to "behave" and not feel our rage or rather than using it to burn down every living thing in a hundred-mile radius, it is better to first ask rage to take a seat with us, have some tea, talk a while so we can find out what summoned this visitor. At first rage...it doesn't want to talk, it doesn't want to eat, just wants to sit there and stare, or rail, or be left alone. It is this critical point that we call the healer, our wisest self, our best resources for seeing beyond ego irritation and aggravation. The healer is always the "far-seer." She is the one who can tell us what good can come from exploring this emotive surge."
- Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph.D



Friday, May 22

la fragancia de la fruta más dulce


"Woman is like a fruit which will only yield its fragrance when rubbed by the hands. Take for example the basil: unless it be warmed by the fingers, it emits no perfume. And do you know that unless amber is warmed and manipulated it retains it's aroma within? The same with women: if you do not animate her with frolics and kisses, with nibbling of her thighs and close embraces, you will not obtain what you desire: you will experience no pleasure when she shares your couch and she will feel no affection for you." - Sir Richard Burton, circa 1886

excerpt from a delicious book my Latin Lover gifted me many moons ago

snapshot: watermelon, from a series of fruit 

Thursday, May 21

red and black lace


almost two decades ago,

I wore lace,

layers of red and black lace,

red lips,

flowers in my hair...

         

snapshots: about 20 years ago and about a week ago...




Wednesday, May 20

como el cuerpo de una diosa

- 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

I'm slipping out of reach, I'm done with it

 
"I’m a princess cut from marble, smoother than a storm.

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

humble and noble

 
Be humble for you are made of earth.
Be noble for you are made of stars.
- SERBIAN PROVERB



Sunday, May 17

irresistible pull of gravity


 
- 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

still kissing me

- 2013 mixed media on canvas -


"Nothing can shatter this love.

For even if you took another

into your arms,

the truth is,

my sweetheart,

you would

still be kissing me." 

- my beloved HAFIZ (who else?)



Friday, May 15

y un toro la esta mirando escondido


una noche en Granada...



La Gigantona y El Enano Cabezón...



bailarines en la calle...



El Tercer Ojo...



música en vivo...



y ese toro enamorado de la luna, que abandona por las noches la manada, y es pintado de amapola y aseituna...


Thursday, May 14

acupuncture and moxibustion


"Where there is no movement, there is pain. Where there is movement, there is no pain." - Chinese proverb

snapshot from my acupuncture and moxibustion healing session today 

Wednesday, May 13

feeling carefree


"You know what's really, powerfully sexy?  A sense of humor. A taste for adventure. A healthy glow. Hips to grab on to. Openness. Confidence. Humility. Appetite. Intuition. Smart-ass comebacks. Presence. A quick wit. Dirty jokes told by an innocent looking lady...A woman who realizes how beautiful she is." - Courtney E. Martin

snapshot - a recent selfie


Tuesday, May 12

el rayo quemado en tu hermosura


"I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a puma in the barrens of Quitratúe."
- Pablo Neruda translated by Stephen Tapscott

"Tengo hambre de tu boca, de tu voz, de tu pelo y por las calles voy sin nutrirme, callado, no me sostiene el pan, el alba me desquicia, busco el sonido líquido de tus pies en el día.
Estoy hambriento de tu risa resbalada,
de tus manos color de furioso granero,
tengo hambre de la pálida piedra de tus uñas, quiero comer tu piel como una intacta almendra.
Quiero comer el rayo quemado en tu hermosura, la nariz soberana del arrogante rostro, quiero comer la sombra fugaz de tus pestañas y hambriento vengo y voy olfateando el crepúsculo buscándote, buscando tu corazón caliente como un puma en la soledad de Quitratúe."
- Pablo Neruda

Monday, May 11

purifying heat


"Nobody ever drowned in her own sweat." - Ann Landers

snapshot of my shoulder after an exercise class


Sunday, May 10

mama


"The natural state of motherhood is unselfishness. When you become a mother, you are no longer the center of your own universe. You relinquish that position to your children." 
- Jessica Lange

snapshot of my son


Saturday, May 9

my saturday night


red lips...

red nails...

and my handsome date...


Friday, May 8

much deeper

- mixed media on canvas in a private collection -
"You finally understand the message you communicate with another human being has nothing to do with what you say. It has nothing to do with the look on the musculature of your face. It's much deeper than that - MUCH DEEPER!

It's the vibrations that emanate from you!"  - Ram Dass

2013 mixed media on canvas...from a series exploring painting as meditation


Thursday, May 7

aventura peligrosa


"Si piensas que la aventura es peligrosa, prueba la rutina. Es mortal." 

"If you think adventure is dangerous, try routine. It's lethal."

- Paulo Coelho