The Elections

What are we electing come November 4th? A THAT seems appropiate after all. So far removed are we from them; they haven't a clue what we really feel, aliens really. We remain the common folk. Oh no, not debt and how we got here, but what we were searching for. These elections are a joke. We cannot trust them anymore. We are far removed from the Higher Eschelons, we are simple people, seeking simple needs, we are too busy within our small sub worlds to require more than our immediate needs from you. Sophistication is for those who seek a Power that is evasive.

POR EL (POR ELLA) de Cocciante

No se por que tanta melancolia, tanta nostalgia por mis raices
Cambia, todo cambia
pero no cambia mi amor
por mas lejos que me encuentre
ni el recuerdo ni el dolor
de mi pueblo y de mi gente

o,por ejemplo: Cocciante a reventar Cocciante

aqui la letra
Le hare un Verano en Noviembre para que ella ya no tiemble
Pondre palabras al silencio , palabras tiernas y calientes
Aprendere a vivir distinto, Pensando en Ella y no en la Gente
Buscando siempre lo imposible , llegando al fin de lo infinito
Por Ella , Por Ella , Por Ella,
Ire hasta el fondo de sus sueños mientras que duerme a ver si alcanzo , aquellos intimos deseos que nos haran decir sus labios
Escapare de la costumbre , de la rutina y de las dudas destruire la incertidumbre y la amargura
Por Ella, Por Ella , Por Ella, Por Ella
Ire rozando lo Invisible , para el amor todo es posible , me olvidare de lo vivido para latir con sus latidos.
Hare que arda mi pasado , por un futuro de los dos ,
Quizas tan solo para amarnos , quizas por no morir jamas.
Por Ella, Por Ella, Por Ella, Por Ella
Ire rozando lo invisible , para el amor todo es posible me olvidare de lo vivido , para latir con sus latidos y no habra nada indispensable
Excepto el hecho de adorarle ,
Por Ella
Hare que el tiempo se detenga para que no nos olvidemos de las caricias que hoy tenemos que al fin perdemos.
Por Ella, Por Ella, Por Ella .....

A Gift for the Spirit DAWN by Carlos Nunez

How someone can trigger creativity

My Dreams Deferred
Originally uploaded by peregrine blue

What a great invention the Yahoo Mosaic Maker is. Pictures look so much prettier this way and are brought so much more to life by being next to other people's, like a connected world. I have tons of these over the last two years and just keep forgetting to make a habit out of uploading them to my journal/blog/bitacora. Hopefully I'll get into the habit.

Yesterday I discovered this amazing photographer from Chile www.elrostrodelascosas.blogspot.com who takes photos of all the faces she sees in things. Which has me seeing faces everywhere now and carrying my camera all around the house looking for images.

Tomorrow I'll venture out into the street to see what I find and share.

Time to Light the Fireplace

It suddenly got cold here in California. Really cold. And windy; the Santa Anas are back and as I look over at the Santa Monica mountains I could tell there was already a wildfire brewing. So sad.

This is the season that I turn once again to sewing. I pulled out all my wool fabric scraps and began a nap blanket. More like a crazy quilt nap blanket. I love these textures and embroidering over them, adding applique and little embellishments that tell a story.

I have to pull out my denim one too which needs finishing around the edges but is so heavy for a bed; I think I'll trim the borders a bit and make it into a large wall hanging.

A few little creations

Still thinking of what my next abstract painting will be so in order not to lose practice with my paintbrushes I continue making the little ones.

I've become a night owl, something I never expected since I love light. But the day brings so much noise and turmoil and distractions due to responsibilities that I can only create at night now when all is silence.

During the day I continue decorating the house and gardening, reading "My Antonia" and re-reading "The House of the Spirits" which I love all over again and watching Masterpiece Theatre. I must get "Miss Potter", Oh how I loved that movie. I could easily be her, live in that cottage she was able to buy with her earnings from the books she illustrated and wrote.

Where Have All the Flowers Gone?

With all eyes focused on the global gloom brought on by that ever pervading evil =MONEY, I weave my cocoon ever tighter and surround myself with what is important, which, although, cliche has always been free. My inner sanctum is, so far, unscathed. I look out my bedroom window and see the light coming down on my garden, I tune into the birds welcoming me to a new day and that is enough to make my heart leap with joy.

And then the banana shake my son brings into me out of the blue made with so much love. What could surpass these NOWS?

WHY HAS AMERICA and most of the world lost it's soul? To stash green bills in the bank for the future? A future that never really comes because they have missed the NOW. To not understand that the Yellow Brick Road leads to disappointment and illusions evaporating into nothingness is beyond me. How can we teach people to really see, to really listen, to really feel, to really care?

I truly believe what is happening is a Karma coming back to haunt us. We have to rewind and return to the starting point and begin the lessons anew until we get it right. And we can get it right. We all know deep down inside what is right; it's so simple really. It's just a matter of being consequential with true love for people and the world we live in, to treat things with gentleness and respect.

This tightening of our belts will hopefully bring us quality time playing cards, making jigsaw puzzles, walking with our families along the beach, picking up seashells, watching sunsets again, writing letters, and ofcourse making art.

Taking a Step Away

Black, White and Red Folk Art Paper Dolls
Originally uploaded by peregrine blue

Just a little note to say:

I love my paints and paintbrushes
Richard was right about drawing and doodling more
Wish I had more time (maybe I could have lunch and dinner delivered for a week so I didn't have to cut off the momentum)
Proof once more that I want to tap into my inner child 24/7

My language

I feel so fortunate to be able to do the things I like the most; to have discovered that passion that evades so many. Although I sometimes think too much about the meaning of it all, where it is taking me, what I've come to conclude is that it is my language period.

Ofcourse sometimes the language can by jibberish, sometimes it can be a chant, others it will be speaking in tongues, others it will be poetry, and yet others it will linger like a song.

The wonderful thing is that is a common language; there is a nation of us who speak it alike with certain accents appearing here and there.

Mixed Media Fabric Collage by Cathy Cullisthe maiden soft with shadows in her midst replenishes her stream of Hope with subtle gifts of burnished threads and folded treasured cloths outcasting all her woes on Us the kindred ghosts rustling beside her


Painting by anne-lauredjaballah

Dolls by Firuzan in Turkey (angelsinmysecretgarden)

Painting faces is the hardest

Juliet FOLK ART NAIVE Painting on wood
Originally uploaded by peregrine blue

Worked a little more today on painting portraits. I have to admit that the faces are the hardest, although after hours you can get them right. Layers and layers of gesso and acylics mixed together plus softening with pastels ends up giving the right skin tones and blemishes.

This portrait of Juliet is my initial try for the "Romeo and Juliet" ALtered Art challenge. I was chosen to pick the theme since I won the last challenge both with first and third prizes. I couldn't believe it. I've never won anything, not even a raffle and winning this was so much more rewarding.

I am still searching. I have tried a bit of folk art to no avail, the subject matter is a little limited although it would give me alot of practice with the faces. I might paint a few dolls from the pioneer days after I finish Romeo in this series.