Enalu 

81 creative works found

• I can't even get my dog to sit in my lap.........
  by Ena Lü

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• IDEAS MAKE ME HORNY
  by Ena Lü

  These have been my wild meanderings / over the days watching you sleep / or falling into a heap / mostly feeling the feet / land gently on a …

  These have been my wild meanderings / over the days watching you sleep / or falling into a heap / mostly feeling the feet / land gently on a cushion / of understanding that when you open yourself to the creative flow / of love you r at the same time at one / completely with your primal sexual nature When I see an expression on a face / a photograph and I am transported to another / place a bar somewhere in Bandana Texas / Was it the Silver Dollar Saloon? / You know you have been there and played / the juke box…...... Stardust Memories / The locals laughed at your accent You were in love / that’s why you flew there to be with him / Well who was he? / He Played Upright Bass in Two Tons of Steel / I thought I was in love / I found out later he was Bi Polar / Now that explained a few things / but I digress here / what I am pondering seems to be that it is time to run free / and let myself finally be seen / in what I believe and the whole creative space here means I can manifest / what is at first glance a confessional in images and words / into a transition that embodies another way of being and / experiencing / this world. I am just beginning to understand what we are all capable of…. / there are so many of you here that I would love to say hey / let’s make our own art sand box to play in…. Where there is free expression, open adult, yet playful spaces / to learn and grow connect and laugh, god I love a good laugh!!! Lately i just wanna scoop you all up and say / hey let’s open a huge online art festival gala event, and I can interview you / all via webcam!!! Now wouldn’t that be fun:) Ideas ideas just make me horny. / What can I say, i enjoy what each of you conjure up / in your minds, it excites me pushes me opens me / mostly it gets me to where my desire begins in this fabulous journey we all on …..... Be kind Rewind XXXX e

• The Spoon Rules!
  by Ena Lü

  it’s because you know your chin nuzzles deep into my neck / I feel your heart as though / it beats from my own chest

  Because the SPOON rules Because no FORK of tongue or KNIFE in back can make us stir our SPOON dedicated to spooners eveywhere :) / but mostly dedicated to YOU James!

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  Enalu,Astral Medium
  by ozjami

  Here is a portrait of the adorable EnaLu !!! Enjoy !!! / Combination of pencil,pen and artline marker.

• Things I haven't told you
  by Ena Lü

  There are things I haven’t told you / how I love to sit in treetops and pretend / I am a strange little creature / or how the smell of that …

  love love love

• Special thanks pre: launch in Oct 2008
  by Ena Lü

  I joined Redbubble in Oct last year and since then have been fortunate to meet these fine artists, that have collaborated with me. I am s…

  I joined Redbubble in Oct last year and since then have been fortunate to meet these fine artists, that have collaborated with me. I am so so so bloody grateful to you all for your incredible talents, openess and generous hearts. / This is in recognition of our expansive creative diverse community and your individual part in it! Viva da Bubble :)))))) humbly bumbly e / xoxoxox DeeperBlue: healing t.v. Flower68 : patterns Janet Botes: screen test #2 / screen test 1937 Paul Vanzella: fallen madonna heading west sadie Marco Britti: Sensual ENaLu Karl Denton: early Steve Hook: ENaLu Ozjami: Enalu, Astral Medium Heroine : Portrait Coming Soon! Shawhouse : / Botticelli #2 / Close up Backstage / EnaLu Mona Lisa

• For those of you that know
  by Ena Lü

  When you feel a little off / when there isn’t a friend to call / When you seem to be invisiable / to the things you cannot have / when nothin…

  When you feel a little off / when there isn’t a friend to call / When you seem to be invisiable / to the things you cannot have / when nothing / seems to go right…....... Understand this very simple thing / a basic law of physics What we pay attention to / we get more of try it….... notice your feet / isolate a toe / place all you attention there what happens? you become more toe! / more toe sensation / more toe awareness / more toe-i-ness of being so try this notice your thoughts about something / you don’t like, don’t want, don’t need / in your world or alternatively what you / do like, want, or need the more you focus on it / the bigger it / gets the more of it fills up the space / of what you experience energy works like that For those of you that know this / share it / practice it and enjoy / being the creator of / your own life and there is nothing you can’t do / or have….. dedicated to Alexia my beautiful angel….... xoxox

• Hold my hand ......
  by Ena Lü

  Here is a video sent by a dear friend of mine, Julie from California. She says: It is called “Otters holding hands.” Yes. But thes…

  Here is a video sent by a dear friend of mine, Julie from California. She says: It is called “Otters holding hands.” Yes. But these otters are also floating on their backs in water NAPPING as they hold hands. They are also SHARING PRESENCE. They also RELEASE EACH OTHER and then RETURN TO UNION. Jeez. At the end, when the male otter returns and takes hold of his mate’s hand, he kisses it. Oh me oh my. Enjoy. Good idea to turn the volume down, voices are quite loud. / / I sam sure I was an otter in / a former life….... hey what am I saying I am an OTTER! xxx e

• Calling all CORSET lovers!! GREAT ENaLu Offer!!
  by Ena Lü

  / Let me know if you would like a corset / like …

  / Let me know if you would like a corset / like the one featured in my current work with Shawhouse / just bmail your email and measurements / Confidentiality assured girls! They come in a variety of styles, colors and fabric / ie purple, red, black white, pink etc in satin and lace / I can send you pics so you can choose…. I am definitely / buying the entire range! lol I can recommend how good they are as I have already / tested them out and I gotta say I could quite happily live in em’ / I always knew I was a Sex Goddess…now I have the wardrobe / that can carry it off! Currently they cost btwn $155 to $195, a quarter of what you would normally / pay, this excludes postage and handling. I have found an excellent supplier and want to share the fun….

• Buyer's Booth Winner!!
  by Ena Lü

  Really stoked Guys!! “woooo ho…

  Really stoked Guys!! woooo hooooo :)))))

• From ashes to motorbikes to bunnings, with love, Mama
  by Ena Lü

  Just got home with my mama’s ashes. My dear friend Chris drove me to the Necropolis Botanical Cemetery in Springvale, and my / friend Sim…

  Just got home with my mama’s ashes. My dear friend Chris drove me to the Necropolis Botanical Cemetery in Springvale, and my / friend Simon met us there. (When they put you on hold on the phone you will hear a very vaseline lensed voice sing song along with elevator music, about the beautiful fountains,wild geese, rose gardens and Cafe available with refreshments…... by the charming florist) Yes it was all that and so much more kinda like Delfin Housing estates cept everyone had same versions of housing and the majority of folk are dead, hey come to think that IS just like the Delfin !! The whole experience was surreal, like a scene from Solvent Green or Space Odyssey. with a little bit of the Stepford wives vibe as well. Apparently the plastic container (they call it an urn, I think it looks like something you would buy at Bunnings! But more on that connection later) is almost impossible to crack open, you will need a blunt knife to pry open the tight little lid, said the very efficient “I have no real feelings, and am just following the exact sugar icky tone they taught me in training” Ashes handover assistant that looked remarkably like an Air Hostess! was half expecting her to show us where the exit lights were, and when the oxygen masks would drop. I couldn’t help ask her, as I had an anxiety attack the other night that they may not be my mama’s ashes and had been mixed up say, and I actually have Strange Uncle Harry and my mother’s ashes are being scattered over some private golf course in Miami! She assured me again with that Air Hostess expression, that there is no room for human error! I think I laughed. On leaving I asked her how much my mother now weighed, she didn’t know!!! Great! they weigh you on the way in but don’t think it’s important on the way out! Simon Chris and I went to the Cafe for / food and drink and as it turned out some bad Catholic jokes as well as a moment where I lost it and burst out crying. I remember looking up at the books for sale in the adjacent florist come angel statue convention centre,and saw the title “God Knows what little Girls Need” Damn that’s good to know cos right now I feel like I’m 3 years old and pissed that my mama left me behind where I have to be STRONG!!!(God if I hear one more person SAY that!) and act like an adult!! You know just a tip, when someone has lost someone and they are grieving don’t say be strong, cos that’s just another generic non real thing like “I’m so sorry” that people say cos they don’t want to see the RAW truth of what is really happening, and believe me being raw and exposed is the only way to go, the only way to receive the true gift they left for you. So say FALL APART instead, cos that’s what needs to happen before you can re construct and put together the new you that lives in a world without that person that reflected who you were. Same with “How are You?” there is no how are you people! After my father daughter and now my mother I think I have something to say on grief, so trust me okay.(PS and i am fully aware that people need to do this because they don’t know what else to say…..I do have compassion am just venting here cos I know my friends will understand) / When we left and Simon got on his motorbike to whizz away home to his loving wife and sons, I couldn’t let him leave until he took me and mama for a burn, even if it was just the round about! Without a helmut, and without an audience cept for Chris, the wild geese and all the dead people, I hopped behind him, wedged mama between us, and we took off around the block!! I could hear mum screaming out in glee!! her first time on a bike I am sure, and I was so bloody happy that we got to be inappropriate, naughty and have some fun in a place I never ever want to go back to EVER again! When he stopped in front of Chris’s car, Chris got out and I handed mama to him just as the latest entourage of funeral mourners arrived, I could not help / laughing with delight!!! In that moment for the first time since mum died I felt like me again, free in body mind spirit!! God it felt good! I started singing ,”if your happy and you know it, leave the cemetery, “if your happy and you know it, leave the cemetery”if your happy and you know it, then you really ought to leave the cemetery .......lol” Finally, on our way home we stopped at Bunnings, and this time Mama got to ride on one of their shopping trollies. I bought some beautiful red and purple blue salvia …...on our way out I jumped on the trolley and Chris wheeled Mama and I into the carpark. Two rides in one day…..not bad for a 77 year old gal huh? ummmmm I was talking about my mum!!! lol as we careened past some shoppers butt first, a lady yelled out while her partner laughed, / Looking good!!! Now the question is was she talking about my butt or mum in her very stylish deep blue Cemetery Carry Bag…... somethings we will never know SPECIAL note, my thanks to everyone who offered help with the cards, the day before the funeral, I really appreciate your swift kind assistance. And to Jakks who / ended up taking the challenge and producing such a beautiful result, my mama sends you smooches one for each cheek, thank you xoxox love e

• If I have been
  by Ena Lü

  then maybe the rain would have come and the glass / would be wet as it touched those lips and the songs that came before birth would wr…

  I let myself speak in the language of grief / in that place in between what is and isn’t and hope that it is a little step to making my life again (Note: most of my writing just comes, I do very little rewriting / I also never know what is coming until it appears) I just rewrote the last line, and think it works much better than I am learning to walk

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  Patterns
  by Sticky Flower

  pattern: / 1. / a. A model or original used as an archetype. / b. A person or thing considered worthy of imitation. / 2. A plan, diagram, or model to be followed in making things: a dress pattern. / 3. A representative sample; a specimen. / 4. / a. An artistic or decorative design: a paisley pattern. / b. A design of natural or accidental origin / 5. A consistent, characteristic form, style, or method, as: / a. A composite of traits or features characteristic of an individual or a group: one’s pattern of behavior. / b. Form and style in an artistic work or body of artistic works. I did a collaboration with the beautiful and talented Enalu not so long after I first signed up on here, about 2 years ago. / here / Last week I was on the beach, and I took this photograph of the rocks.Apart from slight tone and contrast adjustments, this is an unaltered photograph. / Seems our collaboration has taken on a life of it’s own..

• Hallelujah's stone
  by Ena Lü

  and all the time your lips / brushed my cheek / your arms rocked my sleep / and my heart caught a glimpse / of us sailing away in that great…

  Am listening to Cohen / feeling the gods / dakinis / angels / and the wisdom beings near / read something Hook wrote / Are you Ready / and this came forth

• Goodbye Dimmeys : I will always love you
  by Ena Lü

  A sad day is here. The sun shines, but no more for my beloved Dimmeys...

  A sad day is here. The sun shines, but no more for my beloved Dimmeys / store in Swan st Richmond. A major signpost along my memory lane, I remember back in the 60’s mum and I had our saturday morning ritual. I waited all week for that trip, Dimmeys was my wonderland of adventure and surprise, I never knew what I would find. Mum would head over to the fabric section, on the look out for bargains. All our sheets, tablecloths, towels and clothes, were made from the fabrics she found here. I don’t think there was nothing my mother could not sew, she just had to have the right fabric for the job. Dimmeys is where I got my first lessons in how to tell the difference between silk, cotton, and wool. It’s where I learnt that there was such a thing as polyester and nylon which had a plastic cold feel, I could tell when mum scrunched up her face and made that spitting sound, “Puhhh! SYNTHE TIC!!! no bloody good, skin no breathe”, as she threw it back on the pile of man made threads and moved on to stroke the natural fibers she loved purring like Eartha Kitt ’s Catwoman, “Quality never lets you down” as I followed and watched her drape chiffons over her shoulder and twirl in front of the mirror. I knew that when we got home, what once lay lifeless and silent in the store would be transformed into a stunning outfit, that made women on the street gasp and grown men pant. I knew early on the power of the thread, I knew because my mother was always on the other side of that thread, as she sewed it by hand with a needle,or pressing the run away foot peddle on her trusty Singer as though she was winning the Grand Prix, or when she used her teeth to break it free from a seam, or when she pulled it expertly out of the weave of the fabric creating a perfect line to follow with her scissors, threads were never / far away from her. I used to joke with her saying if we wanted to find her all we needed to do was follow the threads. The birds in our garden knew this because every spring they fought over the tangled threads that were swept outside, and made the most colorful nests in the neighborhood. I would always head for the Toy section as Mum was getting the fabric / cut and folded then wrapped in brown paper to take home. This was my chance to imagine all the wondrous scenes I could create, choosing the perfect dress for Barbie , feeling all grown up with my own nurse’s kit / or cosmetic bag full of miniature lipsticks in hot pink and orange, testing out a stripey lime green Hoola hoop, laughing at Mr Potato Head, swooning over the cool as Snoopy diaries, or getting clucky over yet another Teary Deary Doll. After Mum was done I got to choose my toy. Then after a lunch of Salad sandwiches with no beetroot and a bottle Fanta at a nearby Milk Bar, we would jump on the tram for home. I would delay the gratification of playing with my new toy as long as I could trying very hard not to take it out of it’s packaging, and every stop along Swan st would take a peek inside the little brown bag to check if my little treasure was still there waiting as eagerly as I , ready to play all weekend. Even though it is a sad day today , I have such cherished memories of a simple pure happy time with my mother, and for that I am forever grateful ‘Goodbye Dimmeys, I will always love you xoxox’

• this skin
  by Ena Lü

  this skin you dance me in / could belong to another / dance where I was / and she / could not step on your / toes

  Because I need to create / even when I am not open / to it, this phrase / ‘this skin I’m in’ / kept playing finally she can accept that she is / experiencing his real attention / and that she does not need to be / anybody else

• leaving soon
  by Ena Lü

  This has been a big year in so many ways, so much change, and re-structuring. I am glad that I gave myself the space to feel, notice, ab…

  This has been a big year in so many ways, so much change, and re-structuring. I am glad that I gave myself the space to feel, notice, absorb / all the different processes of grief, attachment, separation and really come / to some ground about how I want to live my life. There really is no way to describe this journey. I am blessed to have some very very dear friends, and / to be part of a spiritual community and teachers, that have supported me / so that my heart can heal, breathe and stretch into new ways of accepting. Just recently I have been aware of an old story/pattern of being that is flaring / up resistance before I leave for Europe.It is about really trusting myself, and knowing that my own guidance system has been actively serving me since I was a small child. I recognise that I am different now, that / the change is cellular, energetic and soul based and SO can no longer make the old patterns anymore. I can’t go back. Once there is expansion / I cannot stay small anymore. This trip means that my mother’s ashes finally go home to rest, for me it is / alot more. It means re connecting with my family, feeling the energy and dynamics of them, my land , the memories of my beginning, and hopefully / a time when I will be able to put some of my own past to rest finally. I want this trip to be an awakening of spirit, joy and aliveness. I want to be happy. I know my mother would want me to soar like a bird, be free and / find my desires, my dreams and live them. May this blessing return to you so that / you feel just as supported, and cared for as I do ….... Stay tuned, Two more sleeps Love Ena xox

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  Paying The Rent.
  by roybarry

  A collaboration between me and my great friend ena lu. Ena has recently spent a week as my guest in Wales, before jetting off to Croatia and Spain-we managed to find some time between the laughter, listening to Rockaria and my (successful!!!!!) attempts to destroy her healthy eating regime to take some pictures. This pic was made so much funnier by the reactions of the dudes in the people carrier-we really thought we were going to be witnesses to a massive crash!

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  BLUR-fected by ena lü
  by Ena Lü

  This is a series of blurred photos I took one night in the maze of streets in the Gothic District in Barcelona. / I love the way they pulse, vibrate with color and have an inner / glow. Only one picture ‘chunky blue city’ (April) / was taken in Southbank after / seeing a Dance production by Chunky Move

• tadpole
  by Ena Lü

  now I listen to television / to construction noise next door / to the world expanding / in my soup / in my little incubator

  nearly 10 months now / and in the last few days am raw / as if it just happened / all over again I can’t figure out why she left, when I was gonna / take care of her in her old age, that was something I set up to do / and I never got the chance to take care of her / like she took care of me..

• I don't need much
  by Ena Lü

  I can then let go I don’t need much you are in my life

  From July 11th 2008 / somehow ended up in my Journal re surfaced

• Once Upon
  by Ena Lü

  and the end / a light appeared / a small bird flew / straight into the heart of all things

  we haven’t met yet

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  Audition 2
  by Ena Lü

• Every Woman
  by Ena Lü

  A Great Man? …… love handles concealed in a suit.

  More questions than answers about being a Woman.