I just wanted to let you all know that I am in process of moving my blog to Word Press, so far all my posts, and most of my links and so forth are moved over. I will be posting there from today on. If you are reading this please click on the link below to go to my new blog.
Please bookmark and update your readers for this change over. I will leave this blog up and in this current state for the time being, so no worries. Just all new posts will be at the new blog (link is above)
Have a good one,
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
OMG, I hate the cold,
I hate the cold, I hate the cold.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Close up outside no flash
Kurt Vonnegut (1922 - )
This is the personal side of this post for today, read on!
I have sent you my invitation,
Don't jump up and shout, "Yes, this is what I want! Let's do it!"
Just stand up quietly and dance with me.
Show me how you follow your deepest desires, spiraling down into the ache within the ache, and I will show you how I reach inward and open outward to feel the kiss of the Mystery, sweet lips on my own, every day.
Don't tell me you want to hold the whole world in your heart.
Show me how you turn away from making another wrong without abandoning yourself when you are hurt and afraid of being unloved.
Tell me a story of who you are, and see who I am in the stories I am living.
And together we will remember that each of us always has a choice.
Don't tell me how wonderful things will be...someday.
Show me you can risk being completely at peace, truly okay with the way things are right now in this moment, and again in the next and the next and the next...
I have heard enough warrior stories of heroic daring.
Tell me how you crumble when you hit the wall, the place you cannot go beyond by the strength of your own will.
What carries you to the other side of that wall, to the fragile beauty of your own humanness?
Take me to the places on the earth that teach you how to dance, the places where you can risk letting the world break your heart, and I will take you to the places where the earth beneath my feet and the stars overhead make my heart whole again and again.
Show me how you take care of business without letting business determine who you are.
When the children are fed but still the voices within and around us shout that soul's desires have too high a price, let us remind each other that it is never about the money.
Show me how you offer to your people and the world the stories and the songs you want our children's children to remember, and I will show you how I struggle, not to change the world, but to love it.
Sit beside me in long moments of shared solitude, knowing both our absolute aloneness and our undeniable belonging.
Dance with me in the silence and in the sound of small daily words, holding neither against me at the end of the day.
And when the sound of all the declarations of our sincerest intentions have died away on the wind, dance with me in the infinite pause before the next great inhale of the breath that is breathing us all into being, not filling the emptiness from the outside or from within.
Just take my hand and dance with me.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Friday, February 08, 2008
[Art is my] 'Salvation'
finished sides, ready to hang
I hope you like it. The little black dot on her arm in the pictures is a bug that flew into the wet paint and I didn't see it til I was looking at the pictures, he came right off though so that's not there in the finished work...I kicked him out of my painting...no cameos!
Here is the quote that I was working with:
Salvation, it's about my path to redemption...I had grown uneasy with my own work, questioning my ability and purpose. I was fighting a months long artistic block [at the time]. I chose to do something about it...I chose to learn something new, change my style, change my perspective on life and find a new way to paint my story. I settled on my own style of impressionism, and this is what it looks like. She is reaching up through a deep light filled veil of deep violet, madder lake deep (dark deep red/violet), crimson reds and brilliant yellows. Her form is in the same colours just glowing and light/life filled...as it should be.
I hope you enjoy.
the fine print:
I offer a no questions asked 7 day return policy.
(7 days after YOU get it IN your home) If you don't
like it, let me know and then wrap it back up, and
send it back, I'll refund you the sale price, minus
the shipping charges. No problems, no hassles,
Art is subjective I get that, so just relax. And for
the love of art, take a look, you never know what
you will discover!
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Thursday, February 07, 2008
close up on the tree, you can see some of the cloud detail that is washed out in the other photos. This painting has great, fluffy clouds in the sky. Also you can see the bronze colored moss (bronze metallic powder) dripping from the passion red leaves of the tree.
Thich Nhat Hanh
Source: The Miracle of Mindfulness,
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Close up on the tile...not that good a shot, but the best of this bunch. Sorry about that, it's really very detailed and old looking in person.
(NOW SOLD 2/9/08)
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Monday, February 04, 2008
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Cary Grant (1904 - 1986)
Source: Line from Arsenic and Old Lace.
Hope you like.
Self-interest is but the survival of the animal in us.
Humanity only begins for man with self-surrender.Henri Frederic Amiel (1821 - 1881)
Everything is on its way to becoming something else, and therefore, nothing can be held onto. If you see this clearly, if you consider and examine this deeply and fully, then letting go is the only thing left to do. How can you hold on? What is there to hold onto? So the art of spiritual surrender is really the art of not knowing. Then it doesn't make any difference at all whether you are walking down the street or eating lunch or responding to your email or making love or sitting alone on your couch. This is the first and last time you will ever be doing this. If you truly understand that, it changes everything.
Saturday, February 02, 2008
'Contemplation in Red' from the faces series #3
24" x 36"
finished sides, no frame needed, ready to hang
$155.00 + shipping
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"Hope is a state of mind, not of the world . . .
Either we have hope or we don't;
it is a dimension of the soul,
and it's not essentially dependent
on some particular observation of the world
or estimate of the situation.
Hope is not prognostication.
It is an orientation of the spirit,
and orientation of the heart;
it transcends the world that is immediately experienced,
and is anchored somewhere beyond its horizons ...
Hope, in this deep and powerful sense,
is not the same as joy that things are going well,
or willingness to invest in enterprises that
are obviously heading for success,
but rather and ability to work for
something because it is good,
not just because it stands a chance to succeed.
The more propitious the situation
in which we demonstrate hope,
the deeper the hope is.
Hope is definitely not the same thing as optimism.
It is not the conviction that something will turn out well,
but the certainty that something makes sense,
regardless of how it turns out."
Today I go to work with hope in my corner.
The fever pitch of working means I don't have a lot to report about.
I see my kids as if they are waking dreams,
I just work harder is all...I just don't stop.
I know that some of these new works are the best I have done to date.
Others... not so much. Such is life.
I have little or no interest in them after they leave my easel...
I do not care what happens to them now...
I am just glad to be rid of them from my minds eye;
like the feeling of removing a large thorn from under a nail.
The end result is not what I am after.
Living in these moments of being one with the work...
Being burned Alive.
Charred bones in the calabash bowl.
I am grateful to work myself hard
Today I work for the knowing.
Leaving ego on the side of the road,
Waking in the morning,
the smells of oil paint and sweat are
like honeysuckle on a hot summers day,
sweet and inviting.
Today I work with hope in my corner.
I hope you all have a good day...
I am off to the salt mines.
Happily swinging my pick and shovel.
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Friday, February 01, 2008
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
© Mountaindreaming, from the book The Invitation published by HarperSanFrancisco, 1999 All rights reserved