HERstory through ART
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Through art, I am remembering HERstory...

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Sunday, May 31

dance of divine motherhood

2009 self-portrait
May of Mothers...

as I surrender to the dance of divine motherhood

I sing and give praise

to all of the mothers who impact my life

to Gaia, Mother Earth...

to Our Universal Mother...

...May of Mothers

Saturday, May 30

día de la madre

2007 "Great-Great-Grand-Mother & Muse" mixed media
30 de Mayo

Día de La Madre Nicaragüense

Felicidades Nicaragua

remembering and honouring every Nicaraguan mother

Friday, May 29

ocean of compassion

2009 mixed media
Biology is the least of what makes someone a mother.

- Oprah Winfrey

I believe there is a mother within every woman.

She is the divine mother goddess who is an ocean of compassion...

How can we mother ourselves today?

Thursday, May 28

simply surrender

baby & me
motherhood transforms

moment by moment

one must simply surrender

Wednesday, May 27

beloved high priestess

remembering my beloved Yoya, Great Grand Mother was all about the necklace. The necklace had been created for a high priestess and possessed magic and mystery which only a high priestess would understand...

excerpt from a short story written years ago which is now included in a series about our relationships to jewels

Tuesday, May 26

rain mother blessing

2007 detail from untitled mixed media
Rain Mother wakes me up




drop by drop

it is time to wake up

it is time to dream and write...

originally published in April 2007

rain is a many people complain about the rain...I love to feel raindrops on my face, especially in the summer...

Monday, May 25

rosa madre

2007 "SANTO" mixed media
el santo de rodillas
le rogaba
le pedía

el santo de rodillas
resaba noche y día
con una cruz de cristal
y una fe natural

el santo de rodillas
iluminado con la luz
de nuestra Rosa Madre María

originally published in October 2007

Sunday, May 24

think twice

2009 mixed media study for sculpture
When you are a mother, you are never really alone in your thoughts. A mother always has to think twice, once for herself and once for her child.

- Sophia Loren very true...

Saturday, May 23

soy hija de luna

2007 "Hija de la Luna" linoleum print on hand-made tree-free paper
nací una noche salvaje

del vientre sagrado de luz

soy hija de luna

hermana de sol

madre de estrellas

the little print was created in Nicaragua as part of a recent course taught by Robert Barberena De La Rocha

originally published in November 2007

Friday, May 22

healing hands

2006 mixed media collage detail

my hands are her hands...

...and her hands...

...and her hands...

i hold

i create

i pray

my hands shall be her hands one day...

...and her hands...

...and her hands...

for the healing hands of Mothers in my life

originally published in January 2007

Thursday, May 21

pilares en mi rancho

my beautiful Mama
Yo quiero pilares en mi rancho...

- Julia S. de Hopping

She is one-of-a-kind and I simply adore MamaDiva...a pillar in my life...

Wednesday, May 20

moon goddess

2007 mixed media detailshe was an amazon
an ebony goddess
a statue carved from luminous flesh dark as night

she leaned over
and in slow whispering song asked

Do you know how to draw the moon ?

excerpt from “The Goddess Speaks” a manuscript in progress

originally published in April 2007
it has been polished and extended since then...and I have learned to draw more and more moonlight into my life...

Tuesday, May 19

she visited my dreams

2007 mixed media detail
She visited my dreams last night and this morning. She smelled of roses when she hugged me close and told me she loved me and was so happy for me. She warned me against a certain few who would be envious and who would not hesitate to betray. Together we visited palaces and gardens. Before waking up, she embraced me and whispered into my ear, "WRITE"....

originally published in October 2007

Monday, May 18

in dreams...eagle

2005 hand-dyed silk detail

in dreams

Eagle came to me

under moonlight

Eagle sang to me

with wisdom and grace

Eagle blessed me

excerpt from my dream last night

originally published in February 2007

Sunday, May 17

merging with nature

2007 mixed media
Her world had become green...alive with mother’s bounty. As she reached for the earth, she discovered emeralds all around; she found hope. Her energies went from serpent to butterfly in cyclic dance and harmony, she was neither one nor the other, but both. She had merged with Mother Nature.

originally published in June 2007

Saturday, May 16

her salt waters

components inspiring a sculpture, 2007
I often dream with Mother Ocean. Her salt waters and waves. Her sandy beaches. After swimming in her womb, I feel refreshed and cleansed, truly renewed and reborn. One of these days I will live on the beach...and swim by moonlight...

originally published in November 2007

Today is one of those days I crave the taste her salt waters on my flesh...Mother Ocean, how I miss you...

Friday, May 15

soy mamista

detail from my notebook
soy mamisma o mamista
y ni lo sabia...

no es exactamente lo opuesto del machismo
no es exactamente lo mismo que feminismo

mamisma es
una fuerza feroz y femenina
una fuerza natural y maternal
compasión con amor

soy mamista
y mi alma siempre lo sabia...

Gracias Isabel Allende...

being mamisma or would it be mamista
without realizing it...

it’s not exactly the opposite of machismo
it’s not exactly the same as feminism

mamisma is
a fierce feminine force
a natural and maternal force
compassion with love

I am mamista
and my soul has always known it...

Thank you Isabel Allende...

originally published in November 2007 after embracing Isabel Allende

it has been polished and extended since then, inspiring a series of images

Thursday, May 14

into fullness

study for sculpture
It is as grandmothers that our mothers come into the fullness of their grace.

- Christopher Morley (1890-1957)
I see her smile in his.

I hear her voice in mine.

I feel her protection in the wind.

I dream her into being...eternal...Grand Mother...

Wednesday, May 13

becoming like mother

2009 mixed media of Oscar wearing my ring and brooch
All women become like their mothers.
That is their tragedy.

No man does.
That's his.

- Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)

Tuesday, May 12

the idea of motherhood

2007 mixed media
It was a glorious spring day. The enormous tulips bowed in the breeze, opening up to reveal their innermost hues. The park had been taken over by children. Newborns in strollers, toddlers toddling – they were everywhere. Nannies and mothers, most of whom appeared to be pregnant – again, accompanied the blooming offspring. New life. Motherhood. Lifelong commitment. As she was contemplating these ideas, she stumbled. She fell hard and loud on concrete pavement. She sprained an ankle and bruised both knees, staining her designer trousers. The left side of her body received most of the impact. Her left thumb bled and became blue instantly. Her platinum wedding band scratched just enough for her to take notice. She was wearing flats and could not blame the fall on her shoes. The idea of Motherhood had painfully brought her to her knees – had bruised her and had caused her to bleed...

originally published in May 2007

it has been polished and extended since then...

Monday, May 11

he loves his mother the longest

my baby boy
A man loves his sweetheart the most, his wife the best, but his mother the longest.

- Irish Proverb

Sunday, May 10

m a m a

2009 mixed media of my mother

My mother is a poem
I'll never be able to write,
though everything I write
is a poem to my mother.

- Sharon Doubiago

Wishing my beautiful MAMA and all of the beautiful MAMAs on the planet a blessed Mother's Day...and every other day too...

My first Mother's Day....and he is already calling me MA-MA...

Saturday, May 9

instinctive automatic love

detail from mixed media circa 2007
Love the whole world as a mother loves her only child.

- Buddha (563-483 B.C.)

How can we love the whole world when there are horrible human beings out there?

A mother loves her child (children) unconditionally and this love comes easily, without a second thought, it is an instinctive, automatic love. This is how we must love the whole world, without a second thought...not easy, but possible.....yes, anything is possible....

Friday, May 8

resistance, not the answer

2009 mixed media from a series in progress
excerpt from the book, The Art of Motherhood:

...As daughters, we are brought up to believe we can achieve anything if we work for it, and this assumption, for many, leads to long, high-powered careers in which people do what we suggest...Then comes motherhood. Suddenly, we're not in charge. A tiny thing that can't walk or talk decides when (or if) we get dressed, when we eat or chat, whether we go out (probably not), and where (somewhere with child-friendly feeding rooms). Above all, it stops us sleeping. Resistance isn't the answer. By the birth of my third child, I finally got it: I should imagine I was a reckless student again for a few months, and everything would be fine - no set bedtime, no responsibilities, no deadlines that couldn't be extended, and no career plan. Long lie-ins and little afternoon snoozes; reading novels and watching daytime TV. Dashing from recently discovered coffee shop or gallery to tea at a new friend's apartment. I felt lost and out of my depth, but exhilarated by the sense of a new life unfolding, every relationship being reevaluated, and endless possibilities opening up...

- Susannah Marriott © 2004

letting go of control

going with the flow

perfect imperfection

reevaluating relationships...for I am no longer the same person

I am a mother now...

Thursday, May 7

children loving our children

2009 mixed media from a series
Our babies cried when we left them and we cry when they leave us. Echoes. Proud almost to arrogance then, we pushed them about in their carriages. Dutifully, wearily now, they push us about in our chairs.

Our children don't know us as we are now. Less do they know us as we were. Oh, how I wish they could have known us as we were. Do you think they would recognize their young selves in our young selves? I wish they could have seen us in all our clumsiness and selfishness, which is so like their own clumsiness and selfishness right now. There's another echo for you.

We believed the fairy tales we told our children and we loved them beyond reason even when we were green and bungling about it. We were children loving our children. And that's who we are still.

-Marlena De Blasi
I am holding my child as I type...I kiss his delicious cheeks and am just overwhelmed with gratitude and a sense of both humility and honor...I am his mother, his mother...

Wednesday, May 6

in the eyes of mother

detail from an insect I found

Every beetle is a gazelle in the eyes of its mother.

- Moorish Proverb

Tuesday, May 5

anything is possible

2009 mixed media
I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life.

- Abraham Lincoln (1809-1865)

What of our mothers follows and clings to us through life?

I rejoice in my Mother's belief that anything is possible...

Monday, May 4

paternal grand mother

my beloved Grand Mother, Maria Lidia Tercero Teran de Sacasa Sarria
Un día, una estrellita muy bonita fue hablar con el Padre Sol, pidiéndole un gran favor.

- Padre, yo sueño con ser Madre. Quisiera vivir en la tierra para sentir y amar hasta llorar.

--- Estrellita, hija mía, tu lugar es en el cielo, de donde puedes alumbrar y atravez de esa luz, amar.

- O, Padre Sol, te pido que me dejes caminar el mundo. Prometo llevar conmigo el manto de nuestra Madre María, ya que es por Ella que sueño con ser Madre un día.

excerpt from "Estrella Maruca" © 2005

The story is about a little star who dreams of becoming a was written for Grand Mother, in her honour.

Sunday, May 3

maternal grand mother

my beloved Grand Mother, Lillian Somoza Debayle de Sevilla-Sacasadaughter
the essence of
father and mother

priestess of earth
blessing the planet
with your birth

goddess divine
i honour you
grand mother and muse of mine

originally published in May 2007

celebrating Grand Mother on her birthday

Saturday, May 2

a mother's influence

Picasso and I share a special bond...he visits my dreams, often wearing sculpture, always telling stories...mixed media, 2009
Mi madre un día me dijo: "Si te haces soldado, serás General; si te haces monje, terminarás como el Papa." En cambio, me hice pintor y ahora soy Picasso.

One day, my mother said to me, "If you become a soldier, you will be a general; if you become a monk you'll end up as the Pope." Instead, I became a painter and now I am Picasso.

- Pablo Picasso (1881-1973)

How much influence do our mothers have on us...still...?

Friday, May 1

month of motherhood

a rose so blue it could only be for you
celebrating 9 months of motherhood...

he was in my womb for 9 months - a little less,
he was in a hurry and arrived early

my baby boy is 9 months old today,
an ideal way to begin the month of May