2007 Untitled mixed media sculpture study
con corona de cristal
con arete de brillar
la fresa caminaba las calles
sin darse cuenta que era fresa
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- la fresa fresca
- sacred cycle
- rainbow healing
- marbolina y su duende
- petal dream
- my hands
- once afraid
- sacred simple stillness
- ojo de mujer
- woman in blankets
- happiness
- nature
- pink
- permission
- keeping my promise
- roses & angels
- courage
- gratiae
- silk goddess
- once wild
- seventeen years
- nicaragua con lagrimas
- like the human soul...
- HERstory
- divine motherhood
- eagle goddess talisman
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Wednesday, January 31
Tuesday, January 30
Monday, January 29
rainbow healing
2005 Untitled self-portrait mixed media on paper
i am a crystal
light flows through me
...rainbow healing...
i am a crystal
light flows through me
...rainbow healing...
Sunday, January 28
marbolina y su duende
2007 Untitled mixed media
el duende era solo
un dia aburrido
encontro una piedra pulida
en soledad la contemplo
de noche y de dia
con amor la formo
su mujer de piedra - su marbolina
excerpt from short story
el duende era solo
un dia aburrido
encontro una piedra pulida
en soledad la contemplo
de noche y de dia
con amor la formo
su mujer de piedra - su marbolina
excerpt from short story
Saturday, January 27
petal dream
2007 Untitled mixed media sculpture detail study
she dreams in roses
pouring petals
into words
angels up above
dancing round
full of love
she dreams in roses
pouring petals
into words
angels up above
dancing round
full of love
Friday, January 26
Thursday, January 25
once afraid
2007 Untitled mixed media
once afraid
-- of what they would think
-- of how they should judge
-- of what they might say
-- of how they could copy
who is this infamous “they” anyway?
laughing, she realized it was just fear in disguise...
once afraid
-- of what they would think
-- of how they should judge
-- of what they might say
-- of how they could copy
who is this infamous “they” anyway?
laughing, she realized it was just fear in disguise...
Wednesday, January 24
sacred simple stillness
2007 Untitled mixed media
i sit in silence
for those who don’t
i sit in silence
for those who can’t
i sit in silence
for those who won’t
i sit in silence
for My Self
i sit in peace
i sit in love
i sit in light
i sit in sacred simple stillness
i sit in silence
for those who don’t
i sit in silence
for those who can’t
i sit in silence
for those who won’t
i sit in silence
for My Self
i sit in peace
i sit in love
i sit in light
i sit in sacred simple stillness
Tuesday, January 23
ojo de mujer
2007 Untitled mixed media collage detail
ojo de mujer
que ves ?
a quien lloras ?
ojo de mujer
durmiendo
soñando
ojo de mujer
deja la luz entrar
-- es hora de despertar
ojo de mujer
pintado o desnudo
mirate en el espejo – y dime, de que color eres ?
ojo de mujer
que ves ?
a quien lloras ?
ojo de mujer
durmiendo
soñando
ojo de mujer
deja la luz entrar
-- es hora de despertar
ojo de mujer
pintado o desnudo
mirate en el espejo – y dime, de que color eres ?
Monday, January 22
woman in blankets
2006 Untitled dry media study on paper detail
It had been snowing all day, the year’s first snowfall. She sat on the edge of the frozen sidewalk, her over-sized body huddled within layers of blankets. A sheet of plastic protected her legs from the icy snow. She greeted every stranger who passed her...
for the woman in blankets who haunts me
It had been snowing all day, the year’s first snowfall. She sat on the edge of the frozen sidewalk, her over-sized body huddled within layers of blankets. A sheet of plastic protected her legs from the icy snow. She greeted every stranger who passed her...
for the woman in blankets who haunts me
Sunday, January 21
happiness
2007 Untitled mixed media collage detail
life is made up of many little choices
each moment
every breath
offers a choice
i practice happiness
at least once a day – usually more
little by little
i recognize nature’s melody
the song of my soul
today, i choose happiness...again and again
life is made up of many little choices
each moment
every breath
offers a choice
i practice happiness
at least once a day – usually more
little by little
i recognize nature’s melody
the song of my soul
today, i choose happiness...again and again
Saturday, January 20
Friday, January 19
pink
2005 Untitled hand-dyed silk detail
pink, rarely my first choice in colors.
too girly-girly.
too pretty.
too easter egg hunt.
too ballerina - tulle - tutu.
too poodles and pompoms.
too sugary sweet lipstick.
too bubblegum flamingo.
too sandra dee.
too cupcakes with sprinkles.
too cotton candy.
i must be in the mood for pink.
taking a breath, i open up to POWER in pink...
pink provence sunsets...
pink auras...
pink eye glasses – these i adore...
pink’s music – sometimes...
pink rose petals – yes i think so...
pink lemonade – not sure why it’s pink...
pink ribbons – breast cancer awareness...
pink as in betsey johnson meets sex and the city...
pink cherry blossom showers...
feeling POWER PINK...
pink, rarely my first choice in colors.
too girly-girly.
too pretty.
too easter egg hunt.
too ballerina - tulle - tutu.
too poodles and pompoms.
too sugary sweet lipstick.
too bubblegum flamingo.
too sandra dee.
too cupcakes with sprinkles.
too cotton candy.
i must be in the mood for pink.
taking a breath, i open up to POWER in pink...
pink provence sunsets...
pink auras...
pink eye glasses – these i adore...
pink’s music – sometimes...
pink rose petals – yes i think so...
pink lemonade – not sure why it’s pink...
pink ribbons – breast cancer awareness...
pink as in betsey johnson meets sex and the city...
pink cherry blossom showers...
feeling POWER PINK...
Thursday, January 18
permission
2006 “SUMMER in FRANCE” mixed media collage detail
he had an extra ticket and invited me to a basketball game – my first.
the lights were brighter - the music louder than expected. high energy all ablaze – exhilarating! he yelled out and boldly cheered his team. i laughed and clapped to the rhythm of the roaring melodies.
at first, strangers seated around us stared…perhaps even judged our behavior. however, by the end of the game, every person was on their feet - yelling, cheering, laughing and dancing…perhaps finally giving themselves permission.
he had an extra ticket and invited me to a basketball game – my first.
the lights were brighter - the music louder than expected. high energy all ablaze – exhilarating! he yelled out and boldly cheered his team. i laughed and clapped to the rhythm of the roaring melodies.
at first, strangers seated around us stared…perhaps even judged our behavior. however, by the end of the game, every person was on their feet - yelling, cheering, laughing and dancing…perhaps finally giving themselves permission.
Wednesday, January 17
keeping my promise
altar meditation crystals
I was up all night. I took a two-hour nap this morning and having plans for the evening, I would welcome another snooze. However, I made a promise to My Self, one that I intend to keep. I promised to make a daily contribution to this virtual journal and I am keeping my promise.
I was up all night. I took a two-hour nap this morning and having plans for the evening, I would welcome another snooze. However, I made a promise to My Self, one that I intend to keep. I promised to make a daily contribution to this virtual journal and I am keeping my promise.
Tuesday, January 16
roses & angels
study for sculpture
"…THE SCENT OF THE ROSE IS ENOUGH TO IMBUE A WOMAN WITH WORDLESS, SIBYLLINE POETRY, AS IF SHE WERE YOUNGER BY TEN CENTURIES." --- COLETTE
…when I discovered myself to be allergic to synthetic chemicals found in most perfumes, I stopped wearing any. The only fragrance I use is purified water combined with natural lavender and rose petals. My husband tells me my skin has the scent of an angel…
"…THE SCENT OF THE ROSE IS ENOUGH TO IMBUE A WOMAN WITH WORDLESS, SIBYLLINE POETRY, AS IF SHE WERE YOUNGER BY TEN CENTURIES." --- COLETTE
…when I discovered myself to be allergic to synthetic chemicals found in most perfumes, I stopped wearing any. The only fragrance I use is purified water combined with natural lavender and rose petals. My husband tells me my skin has the scent of an angel…
Monday, January 15
Sunday, January 14
Saturday, January 13
silk goddess
2005 Untitled hand-dyed silk detail
goddess of silk from the east
plummeting cocoon in tea
unraveling mystery
goddess of silk from the east
plummeting cocoon in tea
unraveling mystery
Friday, January 12
Thursday, January 11
seventeen years
2004 Untitled self-portrait in copper
Seventeen years ago, I was seventeen years young...
Seventeen years ago today, I received the greatest of gifts, the greatest of honors: my precious Sister was born and I became a Godmother.
Seventeen years ago, I was seventeen years young...
Seventeen years ago today, I received the greatest of gifts, the greatest of honors: my precious Sister was born and I became a Godmother.
Wednesday, January 10
nicaragua con lagrimas
2003 Untitled mixed media on canvas
Con lagrimas te sueño
Con lagrimas te extraño
Con lagrimas te baño
Bautizada amada NICARAGUA
Con lagrimas te siento nacer de mi vientre
Con sangre y orgullo
Con grito de guerra y fuego del mar
NICARAGUA ….Con dolor hoy te pinto
for my noble Father and his Motherland
Julia Casimira Sacasa de Checa
Con lagrimas te sueño
Con lagrimas te extraño
Con lagrimas te baño
Bautizada amada NICARAGUA
Con lagrimas te siento nacer de mi vientre
Con sangre y orgullo
Con grito de guerra y fuego del mar
NICARAGUA ….Con dolor hoy te pinto
for my noble Father and his Motherland
Julia Casimira Sacasa de Checa
Tuesday, January 9
like the human soul...
2005 Untitled hand-dyed silk detail
ribbons in her hair
a flower tucked behind an ear
rubber bands as bracelets
mother’s pearls - what pleasure
a crown of paper and a feather
oh nymph - oh fairy princess !
Always adoring adornments, from daisies to diamonds, if I thought it magical I was wearing it. Grand Mother initiated me by personally piercing my ears with gold when I was but two weeks old. Since then, adornments developed into a form of silent, almost sacred communication. Every piece I conceive carries a bit of my soul, paying respectful homage to my Muse, Mother Nature. A decade ago, after creating the first wearable sculpture I wrote, “…like the human soul, no two are alike…” It is still true today.
ribbons in her hair
a flower tucked behind an ear
rubber bands as bracelets
mother’s pearls - what pleasure
a crown of paper and a feather
oh nymph - oh fairy princess !
Always adoring adornments, from daisies to diamonds, if I thought it magical I was wearing it. Grand Mother initiated me by personally piercing my ears with gold when I was but two weeks old. Since then, adornments developed into a form of silent, almost sacred communication. Every piece I conceive carries a bit of my soul, paying respectful homage to my Muse, Mother Nature. A decade ago, after creating the first wearable sculpture I wrote, “…like the human soul, no two are alike…” It is still true today.
Monday, January 8
HERstory
inherited antique bronze venus
As a girl, she showed me to play with clay. As a woman, he taught me to command and form the clay. In telling me HIStory he posed a simple yet profound question: DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY ? I do have something to say. I am telling my story. I am remembering HERstory.
As a girl, she showed me to play with clay. As a woman, he taught me to command and form the clay. In telling me HIStory he posed a simple yet profound question: DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY ? I do have something to say. I am telling my story. I am remembering HERstory.
Sunday, January 7
divine motherhood
2006 "FERTILITY" detail in sterling silver
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
You are late! Your time is running out!
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
Are you ill? Is he? Is everything okay?
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
It is God’s will to pro-create!
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
How old are you?
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
Divine Motherhood involves fertility, yet it requires neither egg nor sperm. Fertility is a juicy readiness to produce and sustain growth – the soul’s growth. Divine Motherhood honors one’s body, nurtures one's spirit and gives birth to one’s soul over and over. I am pregnant – again – with my Self, birthing the Goddess within.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
You are late! Your time is running out!
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
Are you ill? Is he? Is everything okay?
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
It is God’s will to pro-create!
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
How old are you?
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
Divine Motherhood involves fertility, yet it requires neither egg nor sperm. Fertility is a juicy readiness to produce and sustain growth – the soul’s growth. Divine Motherhood honors one’s body, nurtures one's spirit and gives birth to one’s soul over and over. I am pregnant – again – with my Self, birthing the Goddess within.
Saturday, January 6
eagle goddess talisman
study for sculpture
One of my earliest memories is that of sitting on the majestic throne-like lap of beloved Grand Mother and kissing the Pre-Colombian eagle goddess pendant suspended from a long gold chain reaching her solar plexus. The shiny hammered talisman glowed in the sunlight, becoming warm in my hand, silently transferring ancestral wisdom.
One of my earliest memories is that of sitting on the majestic throne-like lap of beloved Grand Mother and kissing the Pre-Colombian eagle goddess pendant suspended from a long gold chain reaching her solar plexus. The shiny hammered talisman glowed in the sunlight, becoming warm in my hand, silently transferring ancestral wisdom.
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