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Every aspect of our lives is governed by numbers…........except true love…..... . /
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DETAIL: “The Studio & Spirits Dream” Oil on Canvas. / I spent the last decade uprooted and on the road. I landed in a barn for awhile on a millionaire’s horse ranch, eventually turning the tack room into a studio that was liveable, enabling me to move out of the ranch’s bunkhouse (12 X 12 foot room with sink) and take up barn residence. It was a wonderful place for 4 years with horse pasture – about 200 occupants – out the door. Goats, sheep, mule named Corizon and Rambo the Ram in stalls and paddock on the other side, the Santa Lucia range all misty , mooned, sunned, gusted, and Milky Wayed before me. And it was the first functional studio I’d had in years. I wrote. And I painted. / This dream, this studio I painted there, is crowded with things I loved and hadn’t seen in ages, stored on the other side of America. Over filled with people I’d loved who’d died. With animals alive and not, who still owned my heart. With a chair from my twenties that no longer existed and the dream of my own bed again where such dreams could populate my nights. The cats who survived the move from Brooklyn then to Virginia’s wilderness then across country are on my bed, and some who departed before we got there, here too. My wonderful chocolate Lab – Rodin – is on alert at the bed’s end. A woodstove I’d seen once that would restore life to this heatless barn (I eventually got a kerosene heater). Some of my many thousands of books I carry with me that prop up my life are here, and all the intimate angels swinging through the undone work, the ready easel, the heart’s workplace. The Hawks Perch
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Another shot from my cemetery series. This shot really caught my eye, man lays asleep waiting for the resurrection and nature lays dormant waiting for that breath of new life come spring. The orange of the leaves is a promise and a sign of hope that this is not the end of life but only the beginning. / / More in this cemetery series: / / / / / / Visit my website On The Rock Photography / / /
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I met my Love 13 years ago / He has been like a father and my most honest friend / He gave me a life I never thought I would have / He has saved me from death, gave me hope / Taught me not to give up on people and myself / He gave up his dreams because he believes in mine so much more even when I don’t / He has loved me though all my crazy moods …although he favours my happy ones / I hate and love him all in the same breath / He is the best kisser in the world:) / I would sing how much I love him from a roof top …but he would be afraid I would fall and he tells me I can’t sing LOL / When his eyes meet mine I feel calm and I know that I can make it through another day …another disaster …that everything will work out just like he says it will / I love you Miguel (hey this is pretty close to a rooftop without the danger :) calligrapy ink and pastel on paper
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Heartwood is the dead wood at the center of a trunk or branch of a tree. Although it no longer sustains the tree’s life by conducting water, it does supply support. / I find wonderful symbolism in the definition of a tree and what characterizes “heart”as giving strength and support. A peak inside the heart of this old tree shows an interesting curl. Almost as if it is embracing itself.
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encaustic. size A4 / Tool; iron / medium;coloured waxblocks Part of the journey..
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acrylic ..ink ..pastel and and love LOL on canvas / 36”x12” and 2 inch sides Each night I go to bed I think …was I enough today? / Did I do enough …feel enough …be good to others…help someone / Was I the best I myself could be? / The answer is always no….... / I got a second chance in life where I know others did not / I feel always the need to prove …to be a better human being / Some days I fail miserably but when I go to bed and contemplate the day… I know I will wake up and / Try to be more….. / And I hope my answer is always no because it makes me get up and strive to / Accomplish more in this small life I was given
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this picture says alot to me.. i’ve lost alot of people in my life… and anybody who has lost someone knows how it feels…. / even though it feels like things wont get better, they eventually do. / i call this photo “in loving memory” because the single rose reminds me of the people who have left this earth, with such grace and beauty. if you care to share a story of a loved one you’ve lost, feel free. You don’t have to.. but if you’d like to, i don’t mind. Rest In Graceful Peace : / Jordan Somerville – 18 years – ATV Accident – 2005 Brandon Southwind – 17 years – Suicide – 2005 Emily Morgan – 14 years – Awaiting her second double-lung transplant. Cystic Fibrosis – 2006 Stephanie Leung – 21 years – Allergic Reaction which triggered an Asthma Attack – 2007 Kevin Block – 21 years – Drinking and Driving Accident – 2007 Christie Rose – 18 years – Car Accident – 2008 Gone But Not Forgotten
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Australian Black Swans. I don’t remember whether they kissed or fought – you try and guess from their expressions! ;o)
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on my way to the art show …I was in a sad mood …don’t know why just sometimes it hits like that….anyway as I was driving I went over the bridge and a flock of birds flew over the water ....it was early morning and the moon was still out as parts of the sun were waking up …and I though how beautiful it would be if they could lift me fly me to wherever i could feel happy ….silly thoughts but the sence seem to boost me for the day…. i have a few more of these and I am calling them my daydreams series pastel and ink on wood panel 14”x14”
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Quietly the light shines and everything is bright! / The door opens and we go inside! / Arms stretched out we feel the warmth / Love fills our hearts and our hope renews / Be still and see that life is free!
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So many tugs on my heartstrings / I don’t know where to start / So try I will to list some things / These few I will impart / / The thickest string that tugs each day / Stroked gently by my wife / With love and passion she does play / The key note in my life / / Next comes the chord of parenthood / Three strings that harmonize / And since their birth I understood / Heaven’s not in the skies / / The oldest strings played as a pair / By my dear Mum and Dad / Ring notes of hope when in despair / Since I was just a lad / / So many other finer strings / Played by the world around / I hear with each new note it brings / Life’s song, the sweetest sound / / This fractal artwork was inspired by the word ‘heartstrings’ that I have heard since I was a tot. I have attempted to give a new spin on this word in both the artwork and poem. I have been a guitarist since I was seven, and it is with that perspective I give this old word new meaning. Strings that play the score of love. / / The fractal was created in Apophysis. The original is 6000×4800 pixels at 300 pixels per inch. The fractal gradient was created with ApoMap, a gradient editor commonly used with Apophysis. The gradient layer used as the background was created in Photoshop. Because the original is so large and difficult to see over the internet, I have included a couple of detail cutaways below. / / / / / /
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Many years ago, sometime in the early 1990’s, my husband and I were travelling through Hopi land, outside of Truth or Consequences, Arizona and happened upon a Tribal officer while camping, and we shared a pot of coffee with him. In our conversation, he noticed a basket of sacred white sage, that I usually wrapped while we drove through the countryside, prompting him to telling us about Oraibi, the oldest (still standing) native site in the U.S. He continued by telling us of a gathering there on the following day, and that he’d like to invite us to attend and we wholeheartedly agreed. / We started our morning having a traditional Hopi breakfast of Frybread, black beans and eggs, then we drove up to the Mesas, ignoring the signs that read “No White Man beyond this point”, we drove up a winding road, while I wrapped and was burning sage. When we reached the dwellings, many people were coming out of their homes and surrounding our hippie van (‘78 Dodge). It turns out they had not had white sage (grandmother sage) growing on their land for a couple of years, so when they smelled it coming from our vehicle they had to investigate. Thank Creator that it grew like weeds on our property in California, and we had plenty with us. We gifted several people with wrapped bundles, while others wished to trade for torquoise, blue corn and dye-making instruction. It was a wonderful morning, and we felt good that they mentioned it was a significant gift for the upcoming gathering, which they also invited us to attend. / After eating lunch with a beautiful Hopi family, we drove down the Mesa, following our new friends to Oraibi. When we arrived, there were maybe a dozen people standing around, we got out of the van and an elder man in jeans, a flannel shirt and a bandana around his head, approached us, as I held out a small basket of bundled sage, he just smiled. He took the basket in his roughly worn hands and motioned for us to follow him. We sat down in a circle with what grew to about 30 people, at this time and another man began speaking about the Earth and introduced the elderly man as the authorized spokesperson to speak on behalf of the Elders of the Hopi Nation – Thomas Banyacaya. / I was actually aware of who this elder was, and shocked that I was standing beside him as he was to address a chosen group of tribal and non-tribal (us) members, which was now about 75 people. This humble man would share a message of clear intent and great importance… We are the One’s we have been waiting for… / We have been telling the people that this is the eleventh hour. Now you must go back and tell the people that this is the hour. And there are things to be considered: / Where are you living? / What are you doing? / What are your relationships? / Are you in right relationship? / Know your garden. It is time to speak your truth. Create your community. Be good to each other. And do not look outside yourself for a leader. This could be a good time. / There is a river flowing now very fast. It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid. They will try to hold onto the shore. They will feel they are being torn apart and they will suffer greatly. / Know the river has its destination. The elders say we must let go of the shore and push off into the river. Keep your eyes open and your head above water. See who is in there with you and celebrate. / At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally. Least of all ourselves. For the moment that we do, our spiritual growth and journey come to a halt. / The time of the Lone Wolf is over. Gather yourselves! / Banish the word struggle from your attitude and your vocabulary. / All that you do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration. / We are the one’s we have been waiting for.” This artwork is a symbol of the rain deity that I remembered from a rock drawing we saw while at Hopi land, near Betatakin. Drawn, photographed, then painted in photoshop7 (it is also the T-shirt design called Earth Tribe with a slight alteration) All, all and everything is of importance and nothing that is good happens fast. Thanks to my serendipitous sister, owlspook, a link providing the same message ;) New Hopi Prayer
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This really is putting the last of the series first.. but.. it’s all one big fat circle anyway!!! Sunset Rendezvous And he came to meet me at sunset / Is that how it always ends? / My goodness he is beautiful once again / No longer full of cancer and sorrow / He is 39 and I remember that was his favorite age / He was 39 for 5 years and then he got sick But look now with a belt from the 80’s and an / Umbrella from Harrods / He is so happy and shining and seems to know / The way. / What is he saying? / He just sounds buzzy to me / Can’t quite make it out. / But I will nod yes because that is what I feel like / Here with him at sunset / Like everything is Yes Yes Yes! I’m not even thinking really / I am just dancing in his charm / And feeling like the whole of me is present / I feel like there is no need nor want / I feel satisfied and full and beautiful I left at 70 but as I see my hands they are not / 70 years old / I think they are 30ish.. and my breasts feel ripe. / Oh this is marvelous simply marvelous / I think this life after life / Hits the spot! Linaji 2009
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“love is just the skin of knowing…” i love to read…i just finished the one of the best books i have read…a book that left me wanting to read it again right away…one that left me feeling so much that i had forgot, or simply hidden away…one that left my heart understanding so much of what i feel…one where the connections are smiling with me…a book that created more space in my thoughts for the light. liesbeth sent me a copy of ..the shack..by wm. paul young / what a gift…..xx thank you echo..:)
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Rendezvous With Love Bewitching / inspired by the classic 1934 romantic fantasy movies “Portrait of Jenny”, starring Joseph Cotton… Limited Edition of 5 All images, graphics and written content on this gallery have been created for and are the sole property of Solomon Walker. Content and images may not be reproduced without express written permission.
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The Road to Freedom, / Is hard, / Hard enough, that many will fall, / Fall and stay down, / Thinking the effort is too much. / A man or woman who begins that road to freedom, / Will encounter intense failure, / But Never, Ever give up, / Although dissatisfaction is the cape, / Every seeker of Freedom must carry, / Don’t give up. / Dissatisfaction is only the emotive reaction, / Finding your spirit and realizing that… / The spirit you do not yet possess, / The quality of knowledge, / Only grew larger. / Grasp it tightly, / Use what you discover, / For knowledge is the Key….. / To Freedom. / I do not want power, / What I want, is Freedom. / Freedom to Seek, / Freedom to Think / Freedom to BE. / It is not happiness that gives real joy, / As happiness is fleeting. / Freedom gives true joy, / For I can reach for the stars, / If I am Free. / No man, can chain down my mind. / ONLY I HAVE THE POWER TO ENSLAVE MYSELF. / God has given me a mind. / He expects me to USE it. / Therefore, He released to me Freedom. / All I have to do….is take it. / All you have to do…..is take it.
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A heart was forming in the sky. / Shapeless beginnings relentless delusions / Formed from condensed notions that feel like rain / Dusted with particles called lack of attention in vein / Weathered and white, Clean and Bright Vaporous touch of mothers hand against the / Harrowing slip, where moon shines bright against / Bothersome truth. Oh truth that senses manipulations / Of the weathered vein.. Called lack of attention / Called heartless telling / Called better left to the elders who hold the stormy past Called back to life / Forming from formless / Heartless lie Linaji 2009
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The Long & Winding Road
by JaneSolomonSilver moonbeams fall / Lighting the way through the dark / To walk quietly / Holding all strength deep inside / See your lifelong dreams unf…
I write this for all dreamers and fellow travellers of the long and winding road, the manifesters of their own wonderful reality. Believe. Inspired by the beautiful Beatles song “The Long & Winding Road” ....... here
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Unanswered questions
by Matt PenfoldWe land on our bums or stand tall and proud / But at least if we’ve followed our dreams / Our lives will be full and not ruled by the crowd…
This is a few bits and pieces that I put together over the last couple of months, mostly about love. Some parts are modified comments or themes from comments, also there are ideas, themes and metaphor inspired by other RedBubble writers. Audio recording of this poem
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....Remember when you were young and free / And all the things that you wanted to be? / You had a notion to sail the ocean / Or fly up high, like a bird in the sky…
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The Dream
by JaneSolomonIt was some time ago / I saw a man in a black leather jacket / And expensive dark glasses / A Mafioso looking type / Completely out of place…
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