Ok so i stooped to the lowest of slimey media blasting lows to get you here but i think you'll be glad you came, i have lately been looking at things a little differently, 'cause that's what happens when you get a shock to the system...i have recently moved again for the third time this year and i really want to write or paint or collage but i haven't had the time and i haven't had the mind set. I usually say as far as my mental state... when i can't write i paint ,when i can't paint i collage, and when i can't do any of the above i take photos. I hope you enjoy these....they are all unretouched...
(i was taking photos of heart shaped leaves before i left Florida and on the first day in Ohio we took a walk in the woods and i looked down at my feet and this was staring back at me.(now i am obsessed with finding heart shaped things but they have to be totally natural occurances...like these)
FALL LEAVES IN OHIO
this tree is located just beyond our new backyard here in Portland Oregon i think it is a walnut tree
TREES HAVE HEARTS TOO
Ken and I found the sweetest little house we wanted to rent so badly just across the street from where Dylan goes to school but alas....we were not financially prepared at the moment it was empty. at least i found this in the yard and i snuck back a few weeks later with my camera to get a picture of this heart shaped rock covered with moss...cause i couldn't stop thinking about it!!!!
MY MOSS COVERED HEART
And today i went out with the camera to get some shots of cool things i had seen when there was not enough light to take photos and i took this, i thought it was heart shaped enough so i got the shot ...when i pulled it off the camera i was so amazed at the colors!!!
THE COMPLIMENTARY COLORS OF MY HEART AND IT'S RESTING PLACE
AND NOW FOR THE SEXY PART~~ ISN'T THAT WHAT YOU'RE HERE FOR?......................................CHEAP MARKETING PLOYS ASIDE.. I THOUGHT THESE TREES' NAUGHTY PARTS WERE SO BEAUTIFUL I HAD TO SHOW SOMEONE.
a little bit of this...
SHAKTI TREE
and a lotta this...
WHEN GOD HAS HIDDEN HIS FACE AWAY FROM YOU THE GODDESS SHOWS UP EVERYWHERE
I LIKE THE FACT THAT THE GODDESS SHOWS UP EVERYWHERE>>>
AND NOW, the cool down... these are just cool pics...
OK that is all i will bore you with for now.... thanks for looking and i hope you had a happy valentines day cause i did!!!!!
we are fragile children wandering, alone, scared, scarred
waiting for warmth, light, for words that never come, waiting for laughter to overtake us.
wishing ourselves into the cornfield.
wondering where dreams go, where time goes, where god is, where love is, where is the magic? where are the angels when we need them?
we search for the answers to questions unformed and the words to a song we can't seem to finish and a voice which wants to cry out. ~~~~~~~~ i want to sing but silence is golden, music sounds like buzzing, machinery in my ears, i want to write, my thoughts trains are broken, i want to run, my feet are frozen, icy and fragile.
on solstice the darkest day of the year ,delve into the darkness fearlessly, the light will be returning soon. we should reflect on the dark phases of our life, in a season which beckons us to, hibernate, and, be still. this dark moon corresponds to the closure of a previous cycle of decay, and the beginning of a cycle of renewal , we have harvested from the decay , and saved seeds, for the next cycle of growth. we have found our way, through the dark, tomorrow we will create a thing of beauty. ''WHY FEAR YE THE DARK QUEEN, OH MEN? SHE IS YOUR RENEWER'' dion fortune
Saturday December 22 is solstice at 1:08 am EST The original reason for the season!!
HI!!! sorry i haven't been around lately to read everyones work. I've been trying, and struggling really hard to make a living and keep my head above the water. On that note this is what i've been doing in my "spare time" ENJOY!!
Subject A work in progress~~ AND Kudos for me!!Posted Date: September 24, 2007 - Monday - 12:18 PM
Lace Crusted Corset work in progress
this is a work in progress,
Materials: silk gauze,lace beads,ribbon Construction: This was an experiment that turned out ok.
I made a corset from a pair of silk pants some one had given to me, and I didn't want them, but hey! they were silk!. So I made the corset in an effort to teach myself corset making and did a lot of topstitching on the front of the piece for support as I didn't want to use stays for support. The experiment with the topstitching worked out well but it wasnt so appealing to look at. So now I have decided to cover the front with vintage laces and appliques and later some beads ...sequins..who knows how far this will go?and by the way... I found this in my mail box today!!
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See it here: http://www.talentdatabase.com/channels/8-Fashion/profiles/775701-bluebutterflyart?utm_source=featured&utm_medium=html (Sorry, you'll have to cut & paste it 'cause MySpace won't let me make it a live link)
and good luck... well, with your level of talent?who needs luck right?
Camille Claudel is recognized for her artistic achievements, as she was a great sculptress, and her stunning beauty, and also for her relationship with artist Auguste Rodin who was her mentor, her teacher, and her lover, she is said to have influenced his best work as his assistant, model, and muse. By working as an apprentice to Rodin, Claudel was afforded many opportunities not given to women artists in the 19th century.
In 1893, because Rodin's work and prominence , occupied front stage in French culture, Claudel became a recluse in her studio to disassociate herself from him and to try to establish her own reputation. Her beautiful work portraying the human form resulted in certain sculptures that the state and the press censored as overly erotic and inappropriate for public display. These circumstances may have contributed to the decline of her career and her mental state. In 1913 Claudel was committed to a mental asylum, where she remained until her death 30 years later.
This digital collage is my homage to Camille Claudel. I used her portrait, found in public domain, a portrait of Auguste Rodin, and a picture of the Bedouin Desert, also found in public domain the remainder of the picture is derived from my own photographs, needlework, and paintings (butterfly wings, beadwork, and angel assembelage)
I watched, as waves of apathy, and indifference, and dishonesty, stole our lives from us bit by bit before we even knew it was happening,
The walls would go up, and then be systematically, banged into over and over again until once more they were broken down, and there it was, always, the end, always,
lurking around every corner, hiding in the cracks, waiting, waiting, for the curtain to fall, and there was always the fighting, I the calico cat, he the gingham dog, breaking and rearranging, everything, in the room bits of fur and broken dishes everywhere...
chaos always brewing steady in that pressure cooker life, peeling back layers until some childhood tragedy, was revealed, that had left some scar, that had been inadvertantly scraped, again and again until the skin was just raw, and bleeding. tripping the birth trauma, and the knee jerk, fear of death, reaction,
and the imminent - back down to the ground, back slap, we always feared!
reality.
and he was always leaving , and I was always begging him to stay.
but the doors were always left open , swinging on their hinges, wearing a trench in that doorway, that became more and more difficult to cross.
attesting to the damage we had caused, each the other, testifying to our broken-ness, and our weakness.
and our home became a monument to that pain, a crime scene, that needed to be wrapped with yellow tape,
and left for forensic investigators to solve the mystery of what went wrong. so the bodies could be removed,
2. I was forced to memorize... Robert froast, stopping by a wood on a snowy... who's woods are these i think i know... and Paul Revere's Ride ,on the 18th of april in 75 hardly a man is now alive.... and ana bell lee Edgar Alen Poe and countless other
3. I read poetry because... it's written in My Native Tongue.
4. A poem I'm likely to think about when asked about a favorite poem is... oh that's a mean question there are so many i think one of my favorites is Marge Piercy's To Have Without Holding Marge Piercy
Learning to love differently is hard, love with the hands wide open, love with the doors banging on their hinges, the cupboard unlocked, the wind roaring and whimpering in the rooms rustling the sheets and snapping the blinds that thwack like rubber bands in an open palm.
It hurts to love wide open stretching the muscles that feel as if they are made of wet plaster, then of blunt knives, then of sharp knives.
It hurts to thwart the reflexes of grab, of clutch; to love and let go again and again. It pesters to remember the lover who is not in the bed, to hold back what is owed to the work that gutters like a candle in a cave without air, to love consciously, conscientiously, concretely, constructively.
I can't do it, you say it's killing me, but you thrive, you glow on the street like a neon raspberry, You float and sail, a helium balloon bright bachelor's button blue and bobbing on the cold and hot winds of our breath, as we make and unmake in passionate diastole and systole the rhythm of our unbound bonding, to have and not to hold, to love with minimized malice, hunger and anger moment by moment balanced.
check out her work if you haven't heard of her she is great !!!
5. I write poetry but.... i can't think of a but... i write poetry un abashedly!! always! always have always will..."But?..." what? no buts! no if no ands.. it has seen me through all my rough patches
6. My experience with reading poetry differs from my experience with reading other types of literature... poetry is like medicine, like dark dark chocolate for the mind, it's a secret society of people~~ spirits who speak the language of the soul! literature is cool too.
(see the difference??)
7. I find poetry to be.... essential to my survival , my sanity...
8. The last time I heard poetry ... Ken read some to me this morning
9. I think poetry is... magic,and love, and sex, and blood, and liquor, and opiates,and birth, and death, and pain, and ecstacy, and breath,and all points in between!
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