Monday, December 29, 2008

My Year of Creations

What will 2009 bring out in me?

Sunday, December 28, 2008

" the garden of earthly delights"
i love sundays. everything quietens down. you actually get to take a deeper breath and enjoy a pace of homeliness. three consecutive days of christmas lunches, teas and dinners at our house, the hughes and martin and andreas house leave me with contentment, everybody seems calmer and truly happy.
as the year ends, the urge to purge and to put new order around the house and garden stirs my conscience. lists begin to emerge in my brown notebook, new horizons awaiting just around the new years' dawning. i will look back at last years' resolutions and see which ones i stuck to and for how long, many of them will have to be repeated (try try again).

in spite of an art studio crammed with supplies, the rest of the house has a need for minimalism so more ridding myself of "things" will be a top priority.

tatiana leaves on a five week trip to chile come wednesday and jon will be going up to big bear lake for a week where he rented a house with 16 friends. will miss them soooooo much since they liven up the house and always come in to see me as I'm creating bringing their own little art pieces to add to the mix or sharing their likes in music. it was jon who introuduced me to jeff buckley whom i now love so much. i will have the kitties and get to sleep with them all to myself for a change.

Saturday, December 27, 2008

Have you Bloomed Lately?

Have you bloomed lately?

Be the centerpiece, not the wallflower!
Don't wait for Spring to shed the comforter of inertia that keeps you asleep in the bud, the permafrost of habit that keeps you stuck in a no-growth zone. Stop wishing, start working. Quit waiting-start groundbreaking. What's the story you're waiting to be, the Super Power you've been hiding, the seed you haven't watered, the calling you've put on hold, the forgiveness you've withheld, the next step you haven't taken? There's a Wild Flower in you waiting to blossom. A back-to-nature, barefoot zinnia. A Chanel camellia searching for a spotlight. A passionflower on the prowl. A stargazer lily with sky high dreams. A rambling rose ready to pull up its roots and see the world.

It's never too late in the season to grow into your true nature.

Skirt Magazine enlightening again.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Amid the madness, the solace of my little planet

I can do pretty much whatever I want in this room, even dress up sometimes
and get away with all my collections
without overwhelming the house

"Unto us a Child is Born"

Monday, December 22, 2008

Things are starting to slow down around the house, finally time to enjoy the fruits of our labours. Almost all the gifts are wrapped and tagged, decorations hung and packages mailed out. I finallty have some time to actually sit and relax, read "The Wind Up Bird Chronicles", watch a few good shows on the telly and make some phone calls. But the evenings are all for pulling out my boxes and pads where I draw and write down tomorrow's possible creations. I realize I am so ecelctic; I love so many art forms, so many mediums. Although fabric seems to be my medium of choice and where I excel the most, I really want to learn how to paint. So I am slowly learning to handle those paint brushes and play with them and all the acrylic colors available plus the watercolor crayons and water soluble pastels, blending, looking for shades that match my concepts.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Just a little whimsey before I gather my head and coat for Sunday Brunch and go to see "Slumdog Millionaire". Be back soon with the impressions.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Just as I say I am done with paper, I get inspired by an artist that leads me right back. Her name: Jill Mayberg. I better learn to keep my mouth shut and just create whatever my fancy of the day. Yesterday, in spite of spending most of the day cooking a huge homemade Minestrone, I doodled some, made a few ATCS and played with nothing BUT paper. What an irony.

Friday, December 19, 2008

Caylee Anthony
God cradle you
Having lost a child myself, the news today of Caylee Anthony just shook me to the core. For a mother to trade a night with God's greatest gift to her for a night out to "forget" the harshness of true life enrages me beyond words. Did she ever look into her daughter's eyes and realize what a miracle she was? Did she really touch her, watch her sleep, hear her sing spontaneously, weigh the sacredness of life in her arms? Obviously not! Stories like these are shattering and I pray Caylee, that you did not suffer, that you simply fell asleep and drifted into spirit to be with God.


and ever and ever.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

As Joanne would say: Skipping and hopping, tru lu lu.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

As the year draws to a close it is inevitable that I look back and piece together the small accomplishments and ponder on how much more of myself has manifested itself. Most of the year has been spent on creating and bring new art into life experimenting with textures nad materials, seeing what really ticks me during the processes. And I have come to the conclusion that fabric, felt, ribbons and threads, yarn and fibres, velvets and linens are my favorite materials.

Once in a while, after reading all the magazines out there, I will return to paper, but I really don't enjoy it that much. First of all the messiness, second of all being honest with myself, I'm not really all that good at it.

So I believe the next year will be spent more on discovering and re-discovering more of fabrics.

I remember as a girl being taken to the Victoria and Albert museum by my parents and loving the section with all the costumes through the ages, seeing Degas' Ballerina for the first time with her tutu and just gazing at it from all angles. I was in love with fabrics and brocades already. Then seeing the Bayeaux Tapestry became a memory ingrained in my mind forever.

Latin America too exposed me to the array of weaving and all the bright colors I use more commonly. I love bright colors, they are synonimous with happiness.

This doesn't mean I won't keep exploring the canvas, I sometimes enjoy painting, mixing different mediums to achieve relief, but in order to find that one loud voice, I would prefer to start narrowing my creativity to one medium I truly love.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Rows and floes of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I've looked at clouds that way
But now they only block the sun
They rain and they snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way
Ive looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
Its cloud illusions I recall
I really dont know clouds at all
Moons and junes and ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way that you feel
As every fairy tale comes real
I've looked at love that way
But now it's just another show
And you leave em laughing when you go
And if you care, don't let them know
Don't give yourself away
I've looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
It's loves illusions that I recall
I really don't know love at all
Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say I love you right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I've looked at life that way
But now old friends they're acting strange
They shake their heads, they say I've changed
Well something's lost, but something's gained
In living every day
I've looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
It's lifes illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all
I've looked at life from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It's lifes illusions that I recall
I really don't know life at all
It's amazing what a conversation, especially a conversation with one of your own, and one that starts out horrifying you, can reveal about yourself. We are sometimes in such denial, clinging to pseudo truths for lack of an escape route, that we actually lie to ourselves. Me being the kind of person that believes I am here on a journey to aspire to become a better person feel tarnished when I am not true to myself.

Since this is a public blog and partially a personal journal, this might seem written in code and it must remain so; no, I will not reveal what has been bothering me about myself (that is between me, God and my inner conscience) although many of you know from years of hints that I have been living a double standard. I find this a safe place, a sort of room of my own where I can humanly spill the beans as I ponder over my next step.

So my conversation with Tatiana, my twenty-one year old daughter whose soul has taken quantum leaps in the last year through experiences of her own, was a treasure waiting.

It is time, I must seize the moment and confront the truth. She mentioned I had always been a hustler in the past and that I had slowly become complacent, leaning too much on those around me to maintain a status quo when there were so many more mountains to climb and so many more surprises outside my door. I see now that she really liked that part of me in spite of having seen me struggle financially as a single mother for over 9 years. The truth is I liked it too, the survivor instinct, the never-giving-up attitude, the stiff upper lip English heritage.

If only I had the strength and courage to open that door again. I am not as strong as I used to be, mentally or physically so this will be a challenge indeed. But the first step has been taken, I have made up my mind, no more living in a blur, no more playing it safe, no more giving in nor giving up my dreams.

Even if this means remaining by myself for a good sabbatical year, it will feel better than compromising out of guilt and duty. How can I possibly become my true self otherwise? How can I be an example to my children if I don't live by the principles I have so much striven to teach them? It cannot all boil down to money all the time; I have been the happiest when I have had the least and I can do it again.

So today, I begin by opening a window, my bedroom window and feeling the air in my nostrils.

Friday, December 12, 2008

To Those I Love, Go in Peace

Just a quickie this morning to thank all I love for their beautiful comments on my posts and uploads on my Flickr photostream. The blessings just keep pouring my way.

The countdown 'til Christmas has begun and packages in array of papers begin to surround the fireplace, lists for cooking begin and commitments for visits registered.

Gathering, sharing, excitement, children's voices and laughter and all the glitter awaits.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

It is almost finished. Weeks of embroidery and beading have produced this freehand Mandala. It's frame awaits anxiously. The world is embracing color. After decades of beiges and browns and classic colors all is playful, almost childlike. I think we are all craving more naivete, a pure environment, simple things, anything to brighten up the bleakness of the times. I choose to join them. Most of my art inclinations call for bright colors and optimism.

I feel so loved

Back in the day it was pen pals. I used to have a couple of friends in Germany I used to write to and exchange postcards and photographs with. Now it is my cyber friends: over 100 on Facebook, all friends from my past in England and Chile, some who have moved to foreign countries and some here in America. But my favorites are my blog and Flickr friends, people I have met over the years becasue of common art tastes and similar values.

With this group of friends ever growing, I have more and more people to love. I get so much back from them, laughter, appreciation, admiration, support, empathy, wisdom and inspiration. I feel so loved.

Bless the month with a turkey in the oven
Bless the penny found on the ground and the minutes left on the meter.
Bless the lowly turnip married to sweet cream butter.
Bless yesterday's mistakes before you let them go.
Bless canned tomatoes on a frozen winter night.
Bless the spatula that flips the egg over easy and so tenderly.
Bless the taken-for-granted light in the refrigerator.
Bless the goose that gives up its down.
Bless the bulbs dreaming underground.
Bless the lesson learned the hard way
Bless the people who know your name, the heart's GPS, the road home.
Extracted from an issue of SKIRT

Friday, December 5, 2008

Jon surprised me today with three doodles, soemthing he hadn't done in years after he picked music as his artform of choice. As a boy he was a great cartoonist in school and I have several of his doodles framed that are timeless. But these really blew me away. How lucky to have an artistic descendant; someone who understands the pseudo-madness it involves, the humor, the pent up anger, the social responsibility, the urge, the need, the duty to see underneath the surface of things.
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there,
I'm not going to let anybody see you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks
never know that he's in there.
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay down,
do you want to mess me up?
you want to screw up the works?
you want to blow my book sales in Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
but I'm too clever,
I only let him out at night
sometimes when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little in there,
I haven't quite let him die
and we sleep together like that
with our secret pact
and it's nice enough to make a man weep,
but I don't weep,
do you?