Comfort of food

I have been toying with the idea of blogging again. It's mostly a need to write, to let out my feelings and ideas, my thoughts on all that has transpired these last few years.
For some reason, I felt I needed pictures. There needed to be an image to go with this expressing of self. I'm a visual person and I'm drawn to the image first. And the blogging stopped.
Maybe I will add something later.
The trigger for all, to write again, is death.
What has been swimming around in my head though was the idea of the supermarket. We all gather there at some point. At least many of us and I'm mostly thinking of the local market rather than some super store where it's so big you get lost. No, this is the local store you run in for a few things.
We run into friends that we haven't seen in awhile and catch up and so it becomes social. Socially nurturing us as well as getting the substance we need to keep us alive. Nurturing the body and the soul.
A lot has been happening.
It's been a year since John has gone on in-home hospice.  Last year he was in and out of the hospital so much, they suggested this. For the most part, it has been a tremendous help and I have a tremendous support system.
The biggest challenge is getting an aide that can be here when I need one.  Esteban was great, but left.
Still waiting on another one that can work afternoons.. but I digress.
Death.
One after another it seems. 
I run to the supermarket pretty often.  Last week after John fell and didn't sleep well for almost a week, I was on the edge.  I tried my darndest to hold it together but at one point, it leaked out of me on to a shoulder of a friend at the supermarket.
The other day, yesterday,  I ran into a past acquaintance and found out her son whom I had know since preschool had died as well as her husband.  It hit me pretty hard and couldn't sleep. John and I talked for awhile. He was clear and it felt great to talk.. really talk. It's something that's been lacking due to various reasons, ammonia levels being one of them.  He was there to comfort me for a change.
Jessi's dad passed this morning.
He passed while I was probably at the market or getting ready to go to the gallery.
I needed some alone time today. Quiet time. Time to clean up and reorganize.
It all seems to just slip away bit by bit and now I think about this connection of food and death.
We need food to live. John has a healthy appetite and it makes me feel he'll be around for awhile. He loves food. Gathering our food. A meeting of souls in our gathering places, markets of various kinds.
We find solace in food. My friend even said her therapy was cooking. Mine art, and also sweets.
First step back.. it might get weird.

We are all connected

I don't quite understand the logic of this.

I was upset yesterday, waking up with my first thoughts of a tree.

A tree that was no longer there.

I wept.

I felt the loss of this living breathing tree.

We live in a world of fear. 

A sidewalk lifts up and there is a fear of someone tripping

and suing the town.. that's more likely the real fear of it, rather than someone getting hurt.

Of course, that is extremely judgemental on my part.

Here's the thing.. the side walk needs to be fixed anyway, so fix the side walk and 

leave the tree alone!

When will we see the repercussions of this?

As it is now, it's hard to find a street to walk down with shade on a hot day.. 

Maybe we all need to walk more to realize this!

Get out of the air conditioned, gas guzzling SUV's, and notice

what we are doing.

I offer a new rule.

If you take down a tree, you must plant 2 more.

WE ARE ALL CONNECTED.

What happens to one effects another.

When we heal, others heal.

Namaste'

Fresh Paint

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Haven't been so great in keeping up with this blog :-)

Embracing Change

 This is one of the trees we always took pictures with. One of our favorite large trees.

We saw so many changes here from storms.

Things change.

It felt like the woods were so different because of so many downed trees.

We even decided to change our route and went down a path we had never taken before.

It was a beautiful day to connect - be with some quiet time - and ponder 

Slowing down...

Each day would be wonderful if we would take a moment to stop and notice.

Notice the flowers that surround us, the birds with their magnificent song.

Disconnect. Then Reconnect.. with life around you.

Put your techie toys away for a bit and pick up your head.

We bow to our new technologies, and at what expense.

Crossing the street, driving the car.. our heads bowed. 

Lift your eye up towards that person coming towards you and smile at them.

Greet them with your eyes.

Namaste'

Dream State

Watching from above

I had a strange dream last night and thinking it was just from all the elements of the day swirling together.

I am walking into church (St. Gregory's). Others are walking in with me. Church is full. I walk over to the right and sit in one of the smaller pews towards the back.

As I am walking there, the priest stops the mass, and calls to me by name and asks if I will read.

I don't really want to I say.

He asks again.

I say, "my nose is all stuffy".

He comes down from the pulpit and walks over to me carrying a large, round, multi-tiered candy type dish.

It is sectioned off, each section holding tiles of various sizes and shapes.

There is a covering for it.

He places it down next to me and tells me all I have to do is read the back of the tile from one section. They are blue squares.

He tells me he wants people to get to know me.

As he puts it down, I am now not so sure which ones he meant and begin to take them out of their "sections" and read the back.. each having one word typed on them. Some are words of nature.. frog.. others not so "clear".. Ab, na.. 

As I pull off tile after tile, I begin to make a mess, piling and mixing up these tiles.

I do not read and eventually apologize for making a mess. The tiles are spread out taking up space on the pews around me. Two men standing cannot sit. I try to clean it up.

I am now in a room, the priest's room, looking through a telescope that is set up to look at a stone building. It is round, all stone with a door and thinking it is an ancient building people go to visit, and he must check out who goes there.

For the Birds

We had a wonderful opening Sat. and now we are looking forward to the next one which will be 

on April 20, from 2-4ish.

Theme is "For the Birds"

more to come...

Visions of Love Take Two at Room to Create

We have some new art hanging on the walls and off them.

New photography, some new bags with great inside pockets, more pottery, jewelry and paper craft.

We will also be holding another raffle for the people of Staten Island 

still in need, 

so come on by and enjoy some art, 

meet the artists, have some refreshments and chat.

The weather has GOT to be better than last time!

We also have some bunnies :-)

Some lessons learned

 How to make lemonade out of lemons.  How does one see with new eyes? To turn things around and create something new out of being broken.  I was so devastated when I received Jessi's pottery.  Most of it was ok, but so much was broken and it was the "straw"... It seemed as though one thing after another had been so negative and it was having a terrible effect on me and I KNEW I had to turn it around.
The following morning I remembered.  I had heard that in some cultures, Native Americans in particular, always placed some "flaw" in their work, a place where spirit can enter.
Leonard Cohen's famous lyric and one of my favorite's: "There is a crack in everything. That's where the light gets in."
So my aha moment, my lemonade, gave me the idea to create spirit bowls.  I glued them, but instead of trying to hide the flaw, I enhanced it.  The above one sold.. there are more.

As a reminder of our life and the changes we continuously move through, this mandala was created for the trees initially.  Hurricane Sandy brought so many trees down!  Every where I drove, I saw how fragile our lives can be... in a second, things can dramatically change.  Can we bend, can we flow, can we move with it?
We can only try.
Namaste'

The Healer

One of the assemblages in the shop. The doors are open, but I'm still bringing stuff in and setting things up.  Life threw a curve ball at me and brought to my attention the true meaning of life.. it is about love and time and giving and being.  It is about focusing on the stuff that truly matters and not get caught up in the small stuff.
It is about putting 100% into that which you love to do, and trusting the process.  It works out - maybe not on our own schedule, but in it's own time. The Universe knows. We just need to show up.
Namaste'

Room to Create

When life presents you with opportunity, it is best to welcome it and jump in!  Angel, who had a gallery here before me, decided she didn't want it and offered me the opportunity to take the space.  After learning I could afford the space, I took the risk.. it is one of my dreams that has now been realized!
Now, Room to Create has it's very own space outside of my home, which I have run since 1995.  I've gone to people's home to paint, taught children art in various locations, exhibited around the area with my husband.. and now, it all comes together in this spot.
Not only have I been blessed with this opportunity, but all that has followed.. all falling into place with such ease, that I know this is the right decision.
I'm awaiting the "formal paperwork" in order to open.  In the meantime, I am having such a joyful time putting it all together inside.. from repainting it to displaying the art.
Artwork of mine.. mandalas and paintings, assemblages and jewelry, art dolls, painted furniture, handbags and scarves, altered spice bottles and books, greeting cards.... my husbands prints, framed and matted.. my son's jewelry and art, his fiance's pottery, my brother's art... all in a space that calls to the spirit.
A space behind the gallery space offers room for workshops, classes and for me to work on projects.
I am feeling blessed and open and so very grateful!
Namaste'

On the easle

With most of the art still hanging at Masterpiece Framing, 

I pulled paintings from "storage" to fill in the empty spaces.  

One space still available and unable to resist a canvas sale, I bought the 36x36 and it's on the easel.

Easel as my alter. 

I was feeling a bit sorry regarding not going to the summer solstice events.. yoga, fire ceremony.. 

until I realized I was participating.. here at home.. painting!  

It's my Summer Solstice painting, honoring Solar power, 

our own sacred power, 

solar plexus.. third chakra.. 

Fire. Passion.

That passion we hold, the fire in the belly, 

that which we MUST do

and send out into the world..

with love.

May your passions be spilled out and flow into the world to fill only those spots that you can fill.

Namaste'

back to painting...

Healing Hearts

I began from the center with a zentangle type image.. I looked at it as chaos or rather just a tangle of energy, but from it there is a sliver of white, not unlike a new moon's beginning.  Begin again.
And begin again is what I have done.  The show is up and now I have some time to do art again.
I usually have an intention of healing when I create a mandala.. sometimes it is just for myself for a centering, but this is for a good friend.   It is a mandala for healing of the heart.
Out of inner turmoil, we can move outwards to focus on the beauty that surrounds us and the love that we receive from others.  Grief, sorrow, pain.. all that comes and goes in this life, all that is taken from us unexpectedly.. suddenly.. we experience such deep loss and wonder how we will ever recover.
Love heals the  heart.
In time, the pain hopefully lessens and we can turn towards the beginning of healing.  We pray.  We listen.  We do something, anything to distract ourselves, but it is always there hiding in the corners, so call it out.  Feel what needs to be felt and turn it over to the Higher Powers, The Creative One, and co-create something together.
Make something BIG!
I made this for you, for healing your heart.

cycles of life

One can find beauty in all the cycles of life, not just the full blooms we all admire.
There are surprises to be found, unexpected beauty within all these challenging times..
we just need to be open to it.

Feathers in the Wind

June 2, 2012

2-4

Masterpiece Framing

243 Halstead Ave.

Harrison, NY

Preparing.

New show with new work... Mandalas, Assemblages and Illustrations by John.  I love doing these shows, but there is so much that needs to be done and time is s p e e d i n g  up towards the opening.

Art reception for the children's work is tomorrow evening and my focus is finishing that up..

one more board!

And then...

it 

is

me 

time!

Life is so full sometimes.. ok, most of the time.  

If you are in the area please come by to see our art :-) 

just beneath the surface

Just beneath anything...
just below the water, emotions, lies something that wants to be revealed.
Like the seed just beneath the surface of the soil, waiting to be born into it's full potential.
Just beneath the skin, a wonderment of what we are made of, in awe of the Mystery.
I quiet the mind, hoping it will be revealed.. waiting ... I know you are there.
I keep removing the clutter, removing the dust, peeking through this film of superficial things, in hopes of speeding up the process.

I sow those seeds of ideas in creative soil, tend to them with grace and honor and truth... and wait to see what will blossom.  Only time will reveal what is just beneath the surface.

My most beautiful thing

I spent most of the day working on the art show.  When I'm not creating myself, I am working with kids and encouraging them to create.. they don't really need much of that though.  What they need is the space and the materials.  This is the most beautiful thing.. their faces!  Watching them create with total abandon and joy and that is what we as artists aspire to.. to create as a child again, unfiltered, without doubt or judgement, spontaneously and filled with joy!!!

My Most Beautiful Thing

Today begins a blogsplash on My Most Beautiful Thing and today for me it is about
Self-Expression
You can go here to learn more:

http://www.writingourwayhome.com/2012/04/my-most-beautiful-thing-blogsplash.html
You might want to join in or read other blogs.
Fiona is also giving away her book on kindle...

Today as I woke to the sun streaming in through the sky light, playing with the crystals hanging and creating rainbows on the ceiling, I thought how delicious it is to awaken here in our bed.. our wonderful comfy bed.  I savored it for a while and picked up a book beside me.  I am surrounded by books. I love books.  I love that there are people out there that can help me put into words what I am feeling or allow my mind to ponder some new thoughts.  Deep gratitude goes out to those who write professionally.
Self-expression.. our gift to the world.  What wonderful glorious gifts we each have: writing, singing, painting, creating in so many forms that fill our world with beauty.
For me, creating is the time I can listen to my inner voice.  Silence surrounding me, I listen.  I create.  I bring into the world something that did not exist before, but it is in the process of this creating that brings me such bliss.  It is my beautiful thing.. most beautiful thing to do.. to create from my heart.. from my soul.

Ch ch ch Changes...

I was no longer able to use blogger.. because I just wasn't keeping up. One is always required to "upgrade" with everything... no longer able to get comfortable with the status quo.. And if you don't decide to play along, you get cut off.
I tried upgrading with IE but without luck.. always seemed to be a problem with something, so I went to google chrome... so far, so good.  Getting used to changes sometimes is so tiresome!
But I went roaming around and realized I was definitely missing out on some of the bells and whistles on some sights..
Anyway, I'm going to blog about beauty in the coming days. More info later.. still checking out the "newness".

Art of the Young Child Reception

The show is up and the reception was fun. Parents brought dishes from their country of origin. From Italian cookies to Mexican flan to Chinese dumplings... and lots in between to try and fill the belly..

The kids came and played.. twirling around and filled with excitement

Sampling those colorful goodies..

Chocolate covered strawberries being a big hit!
The exhibit is filling the halls of the Harrison Municipal Building and will be hanging until middle of May. It includes the artwork of close to 40 children.. 38? 39?

and captures in photos.. by me.. their process of creating

along with some inspiring quotes.

This is the 6th year.

It was originally inspired by Ginny Carpenter, then a director of the Harrison Children's Center. I had been doing the Youth Art Month show in March and Lola Geiger the president of the Center wanted the kids to be included.. but I could not do it.. instead, the next best thing was to have a show of their own!

Ginny and I discussed it and agreed to do it.

Unfortunately Ginny became ill and passed and I did this show in memory of her.

It was such a success that I was asked to continue.

It grew so big, we had to divided the two centers into two different shows.

So now I get back on the horse.. and put together the West Harrison exhibit that will be in May.

It is a joy and

I thank Ginny for getting it going...