today i shall be radiant / standing firm / rooted / i shall reach upward / and glow with the stars / and laugh with a song / that defeats the gray / (cowering and cold / behind me) / today i shall not show / my pain, or doubt, or self-loathing / (this wind will blow them to yesteryear, / if only for today) today i shall bask in what is / and in what is in me / today i shall be radiant
Featured in I Love Birds January 4, 2009. / Featured in Light In The Darkness December 14, 2008. / Featured in Bits & Pieces December 14, 2008. “In the bleak midwinter / Frosty wind made moan, / Earth stood hard as iron, / Water like a stone; / Snow had fallen, / Snow on snow, / Snow on snow, / In the bleak midwinter, / Long ago. / Although written by Christina Rossetti before 1872, it was published posthumously in Rossetti’s Poetic Works in 1904 and became a Christmas carol after it appeared in The English Hymnal in 1906 with a setting by Holst. / According to the website CyberHymnal, Rossetti wrote these words in response to a request from the magazine Scribner’s Monthly for a Christmas poem” ... Wikipedia “Bleak Midwinter” has been one of my favorite Christmas carols for years now … I first heard it sung by John Gorka and encourage everyone, if you can find it, to listen. Here’s another lovely version of it that I hope you enjoy!! Bleak Midwinter Obsidian Dawn
Krinkle Twist…Find one blessing as small it may be / and wrap it and put in under life’s tree
Christmas is so commercial nowadays / we all know this.. ...if only we could plant a seed of true loving yule time spirit that may last a little longer than just one day…. sigh. x
YES featured in Feminine Intent 18 Dec 09 / YES featured in Midnight Ramblers 16 Dec 09 Yes Is A Gift and YES is a collaboration between Reynaldo and Anthea that is separate to our Tribute to Womanhood Series. Reynaldo’s beautiful paintings Yes Is A Gift were inspired by my poem YES. Thank you Rey for your beautiful interpretation and vision of my words. Your paintings are magnificent and deeply moving.
From a collection of writing called C’est la vie! written many years ago and having their first airing in a long time. Featured by Freedom to Shine [ftsone] Featured by Feminine Intent ~ 17th Dec 2009 / Journal / MCN: C5C29-66685-3CDF6
Composite image of many original layers, images and textures “at the beach with nana” was featured in Feminine Intent
Pencil on paper (arches) drawing (ORIGINAL ON HOLD) / 14 7/8” wide x 23” high This is about having a lot to say but being cut off from being able to say it. That’s why her hair is so noisy. (grin) I’m serious! As a funky T / As a framed T / AND, as a mug if you pop over to Zazzle: / Kindly featured in Feminine Intent group.
‘Love Me’ 18″ x 24″ oils on canvas Finished sides, needs no frame and is ready to hang Available for sale on my web site in the 2009 painting gallery Here is the quote that helped inspire the work: I love you, Not only for what you are, But for what I am When I am with you, Not only for what You have made of yourself, But for what You are making of me. I love you For the part of me That you bring out; I love you For putting your hand Into my heaped-up heart And passing over All the foolish, weak things That you can’t help Dimly seeing there, And for drawing out Into the light All the beautiful belongings That no one else had looked Quite far enough to find. I love you because you Are helping me to make Of the lumber of my life Not a tavern But a temple; Out of the works Of my every day Not a reproach But a song. ~Cecelia Reed I send you all love. I hope you enjoy the new work. Thanks for being here today, Heather http://www.badkittyartstudio.com Support living artists, buy some original art today. You deserve an original.
From my collection: / Hymn to the Night The pure fresh water appears as liquid pewter this peaceful evening on the water. Featured Art March 2009 Candid Photographs of Friends and Family Featured May 2009 _The X – Human Sentiment Hymn to the Night / “I heard the trailing garments of the Night / Sweep through her marble halls! / I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light / From the celestial walls! I felt her presence, by its spell of might, / Stoop o’er me from above; / The calm, majestic presence of the Night, / As of the one I love. I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, / The manifold, soft chimes, / That fill the haunted chambers of the Night / Like some old poet’s rhymes. From the cool cisterns of the midnight air / My spirit drank repose; / The fountain of perpetual peace flows there,— / From those deep cisterns flows. O holy Night! from thee I learn to bear / What man has borne before! / Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care, / And they complain no more. Peace! Peace! Orestes-like I breathe this prayer! / Descend with broad-winged flight, / The welcome, the thrice-prayed for, / the most fair, / The best-beloved Night!” ~ Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow This is offered as a beautiful greeting card / It looks wonderful matted and framed / Copyright © Sharon Mau 2009 / All Rights Reserved Many have asked if this is altered or if this is a Sepia tone. This is virtually straight from the camera. The only post processing is some cloning cleanup of minute bits of debris floating in the water and smoothing the digital noise. It is one of those magic moments when the water appeared as liquid pewter. This is a colour photograph taken at sunset on Chena River Lakes, a beautiful pristine 260 acre lake with crystal clear fresh water from the Chena River and glacial water from the mighty Tanana. When viewed full size you may notice the red strap hanging from the back of the canoe in the water and the highlights on the couple’s hair and their two dogs coats as they paddled silently toward me. The skies were changing day by day with winter fast approaching in Interior Alaska and the conditions were perfect for a Sundog so I raced out to the lake, which is a very large and pure (no motors are permitted, only kayaks and canoes) 260 acre lake of glacier fed water from Chena River with glacial runoff from the Tanana River, on the drive thinking to myself, which side of the lake would be most perfect for the setting sun, and as I pulled up to that area on the remote gravel road through the forest, boreal on one side and permafrost on the other, I saw the couple rowing toward the shore toward me! I was scrambling to shut off my truck, grab my keys and camera, jump out and practically run down to the banks to get the shots before they reached me!! It was so funny for they had two puppy doggies with them, big shaggy ones, and after snapping about 100 images in quick succession, I called out to them “You’ll want to give me your email address!! I can assure you that you will want copies of these, they are fantastic! And the dogs leaped out of the canoe barking and barking at me while she called them back…. it was hilarious!!! So yes, she gave me their names and email address and the remainder of the sunset with fish jumping, toads leaping and calls of the loons, and the brilliant sundog in the sky I can tell you I enjoyed the rest of the evening while battling mosguitos and looking over my shoulder for wolf, moose and bear with a big smile on my face! What a wonderful night it was. Canon EOS DIGITAL REBEL XTi / Shooting Date/Time 11 August 2007 20:42:03 / Tv( Shutter Speed ) 1/500 / Av( Aperture Value ) 13 / ISO Speed 320 / Lens EF28-135mm f/3.5-5.6 IS USM
One of the Best Translations for me of Hafiz’s work is a book called ‘The Gift’ by Daniel Ladinsky / Here is a gift of a poem translated… / By Hafiz / . / All the Hemispheres / . Leave the familiar for a while. Let your senses and bodies stretch out Like a welcomed season Onto the meadow and shores and hills. Open up to the Roof. Make a new watermark on your excitement And love. Like a blooming night flower, Bestow your vital fragrance of happiness And giving Upon our intimate assembly. Change rooms in your mind for a day. All the hemispheres in existence Lie beside an equator In your heart. Greet Yourself In your thousand other forms As you mount the hidden tide and travel Back home. All the hemispheres in heaven Are sitting around a fire Chatting While stitching themselves together Into the Great Circle inside of You.
Mixed Media works are often deeply personal to the artist, and at first glance appear to be a random collection of drawings, doodles, collaged materials, printing etc…if the artist has not provided any hints as to what was in their minds at the time, it can be somewhat frustrating…my favourite MM artist is Nick Bantock and I admired him for years without ever having a clue to what he was trying to say…I just loved the works for themselves…now that he has written about his ideas and methodology I appreciate his works even more…one thing he said which stayed with me, was that an MM work must have meaning, even if it can be felt only by it’s creator…random bits of things stuck to paper, just won’t resonate…an MM piece has to be well thought out before hand…they take time to create, sometimes much longer than a painting done in the regular way, as they are a reflection of the artists’ thoughts, feelings, and emotions about a particular subject or idea…then you have to collect your materials, do sketches if necessary, and begin to arrange the materials in a way that would express what you want to say, but that would also be pleasing to the viewer..e.g.the overall design is as important as the colours used..all must fit the theme that expresses the artists’ point of view.. “Wishing” is a grown up sentiment done through the eyes of a child’s simple drawings…the wish for the innocence of childhood to return…the rice bowl which in the centre shows our need for food to sustain life, the pear and apple shapes which symbolize abundance…. the snippets, in themselves representing a mosaic of life, but also showing images of childhood, and writings about the things we loved like going to the cottage, flowers, stars, etc…the background is rough and uneven, dark, but with patches of light, shapes are emphasized to show their importance and lastly the colours are those a child would naturally gravitate towards.. / I have a collection of MM pieces already in my gallery here, (see samples below) and I’m now adding to that series.. Mixed Media on Arches Not Paper… Linen paper, Schola Gouache, W/N Gouache, Egg Tempera, Watercolour sticks, Oil Pastels, Watercolour Markers, Watercolour Paint, Collage Materials, Acrylic Mediums No more lives torn apart / That wars would never start / And time would heal all hearts / And everyone would have a friend / And right would always win / And love would never end / This is my grown up Christmas list K. Clarkson / Nature Layered with Texture / The Layers / Words and Images / Pear Journal / Escape is not an Option / Words / The Cover / Pear Journal
I live a few miles from South Carolina and the past three weeks there have been four murder suicides in homes mostly with domestic violence police records. It is the 10th state in the US for deaths resulting from domestic violence. / My mother was murdered by my step father when I was seven and since he was a police officer he got away with it. / This is for my mom to raise awareness and to help women in that situation to find the courage to leave. Song lyrics from Lucinda Willimas CD / World Without Tears If we lived in a world without tears / How would brusies find a face to lie upon / How would scars find skin to etch themselves into / How would broken find the bones If we lived in a world without tears / How would heartbeats know when to stop / How would blood know which body to flow outside of / How would bullets find the guns If we lived in a world without tears / How would misery know which back door to walk through / How would trouble know which mind to live inside of / How would sorrow find a home If we lived in a world without tears…...................
My daughter sunning herself one winter morning. Studio, Oregon. Transparent watercolor on cold-pressed 140lb paper. Original is approximately 10×14 inches. This painting was first poured, a masking technique much like batik. After three masks and pours it was scrubbed with a brush to soften the lines left by the mask. Finally darks are brushwork details were added.
The Witchead Nebula spreading her blessing across the bleak midwinter. Though we’re entering the coldest days in the Northern Hemisphere, the days begin lengthening at the Solstice. The darkness gives way to light and the Crone’s blessing tells us there is always new life growing in the depths. Listen to Winter Solstice Song Lisa Thiel Enter the night and you’ll find the light, / That will carry you to your dreams. / Enter the night, let your spirit take flight, / In the field of infinite possibilities On the longest night we search for the light, / And we find it deep within. / Open your eyes to embrace what is wise, / And see the light of your own soul shining. Wrap up in the cloak of starry darkness my child, / And you’ll find the center of all things. / For from this space of the deepest dark place, / Life Eternal does spring. So when you find that spark / When you dream in the dark, / Hold it close to your heart and know. / All that you see is all that can be / When you give birth to the dreams of your soul.
Wrapping individual Christmas cakes as gifts for friends. As is…totally! Pentax K200D:Sigma 50mm F Macro / 1/90 sec: F4.5: Maual exp/focus: ISO 100: flash
Taken on the Gibb River Road, Western Australia.
Oil on Canvas 12”x9”
Oil on Canvas 24”x18” This sunflower was such a fun subject to paint with its petals curling all over the place!
50% to go to Art for cancer
Charcoal, Pastel, with Acrylic accents 9×12 in on cheap manilla paper… From a Picasso sculpture loosely..
Nikon D90 18-105 VR lens
OUR FEATURED FEMALE ARTIST AND WRITER…
This month I am honored to have discovered a member of such wonderful talent, Lee Wilde
Lee’s use of several mediums from charcoal to acrylic uncovers so many aspects of the intricacies of being a woman. Choosing only four to showcase was certainly a well enjoyed, but difficult task.
Her work was a joy to meander though, and left me truly feeling proud of just being a woman.
Lee explores every faucet of femininity in her artwork.

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images and prose by your hosts
Leaves collagraph
By: Marion Chapman
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POEM INSPIRED BY IMAGE NAMED SAME
BY: LINAJI
OPENing…
He knew where I’d start
Jaw line..
Sweet scent towards the lips
Bottom one first, sucking the color from
His heart
Sliding inside his cool mouth
Fresh like a garden of mint
Opals to mine.
So I got to mine..ing
Shining
Inside I felt this collaboration
of sorts
as he pressed his face into mine.
Why was that so thrilling?
The pressure of his face, moving around
The structure of my bones
(the structure of me)
taking hands and pulling my hair from the
Roots
jungle roots
delightful exploration
Did he see my Tasmanian devil rise?
Or was that him I had found behind
My blurred sense of outdated compromise?
I was driven now,
To ease up and allow for his fluttering
Responsive
Abandon
Fruitful fingers take me
to the river
(flooding love)
past all levees of pain
Now,
scent of companionships and lost dreams
All at once forgotten
Allowing satiation of my entire Need
Tonight.
Linaji 2009
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