Sunday, July 29, 2018

Branches



Rooted to limbs

Limbed to branches

Branched to stems

Stemmed to flowers

Flowered to seeds

The past present and future at once

Symbiotic growth and Spiraling Faith

Sunday, May 20, 2018

Tenure?


Looking back to my last posting it would seem a significant tenure was in effect, but perhaps a better word may be invisible fascination period.

I physically moved again last May to Florida and in doing so stuck my head into the sand.  My move was rather implusive. I never took Florida too seriously as a state, rather it was to me it was a state of mind that retirees had envisioned, toppled with dredging of land.

My physical move dredged up in me more than I expected. Instead of feeling like a retiree , I was thrown into chaotic and depressive thoughts of " what now?"   "what is the purpose?" and much rewiring fizzled in my mind.

Instead of my fingers writing after several years of silence my hands started painting.   Yes, some say the paintings should be Floridian themes for the tourists and I was frustrated.   I said it must be truly meaningful and I was frustrated.  I was putting myself out there as an artist, when I really had no training or justification to say so... and I was frustrated.

Having moved from years of suburban homes and lifestyle I garnered some spunk on this move to Florida  and downsized into a 1000 sq foot space.  There was no place to paint though ... and I was frustrated.   A perfect spot nearby opened up  and I rented it as a "studio" to paint.... and I was frustrated again.   How was I to " fool" others to be in such a space let alone have a pseudo artist tag upon my shoulders.  How would selling anything pay the rent?  How would anyone find me?  How would my desire to mess up my hands in paint help my messed up head? Everything was spinning and I was in this invisible period of fascination and frustration.

Depression laid its heavy gloves upon my shoulders.  Yes, now maybe I could be an artist.  The melancholy and depressed artist , that iconic persona that never sold a piece.  This person working fanactially ....Look at Van Gogh... But one person after another  said just
 do it, just paint, just sit in your studio and cry or drink wine or pet the dog or whatever.   Just claim the space without " have to's".

Now I go there to paint, to water plants, to adjust the lights, to pick up mail and bills.... I just go there.  It is so very fine.    Sometimes a dog and her owner linger near the water bowl outside, sometimes an elderly couple smile and nod as I mess the canvas with the bright pink I have taken on as my new neutral!   Sometimes I have even sold a piece or two.

I am back from my tenure of writing but teaching myself in another field.  Come visit me on my Facebook website of Revealing ART.  Yes, art has revealed much to me and taken me places I did not even want to go.. but art and thoughts can be rewritten, painted over until they fit the NOW moment.

Art this time in my life is pulling me into more and more of these Now moments and it feels good.

The studio is located on South Pineapple Street in Sarasota. Florida and I do have time to visit and be.  There is an extra easel too...swing by for a moment.

Blessings   Susan


Thursday, November 16, 2017

Rocking our Gypsy Souls






Gypsy Souls in days of sail

Mystic Journeys readied within single moments

Spurred by Belief that the universe knows best
  in its relagation to perfect design

The Gypsies will see their images mirrored unblemished
  
Reflected in the instant of knowing, the newest journey 
    has arrived

 The ship of discovery and bliss
will take them to ports of call, called perfection

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

WAX






Creating candles in partnership , bringing light
Holding items together, with ease
Coating ears, protecting us
Forming beautiful patterns, within beehives

Wax around the heart
Protection or distorted view of the real you, the real me
What thickness is it?
Is color dispersed as encaustic painting , layering and layering? 

Without flooding my body with intense heat cast off to another,
how can this wax, covering my soul be liberated?
With heat? With light?

Flames.  Remembering when fire brought you close to
the God spirit and others
Lighting.  As ozone cleanses the sky and earth

Winter sun, toasting your back through layers of warmth 
ablaze with confidence
Sun melts me , in hammock or ground.
I am protected
by Mother Earth and cling to nothingness

What if unearthing this wax could uncover your own blazing heart
and dip  your fingertips with Love? Lightly drawn circles
boosted by the layer below
A container formed
Not fixed, but malleable ,from the warmth of your hands and heart
A tool for metamorphosis

I believe I still have this layer around my heart
It came when I took something personal last week
Now I draw a hot bath of coconut essence and ginger
I feel the layers dissolve and reinvent its purpose

Not to protect but to support
Created by you and me
To hold memories and thoughts no longer needed

My soft pink bowl of wax
sits as a queen upon a throne
wanting to greet her subjects and trials
with ease and possibilities, not rigidness... malleable

My soft pink bowl of wax
is made pure, effortless 
Circling its edge by index finger it 
glistens, it brightens

Remembering
All that is presented to me
May be modified
May be transformed

Layers on and of my heart
Can hold treasures outside of me
Carrying love and protection to another in need
Wax is needed, but no longer around my heart
Now I am open to LOVE again 
in opulent splendor
of the Divinity exposed!

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

In Line with Infinity

Fervent opening on
Opposite tracks lead where?


Expansion exists for all
boundaries laden with trust and balance
Revisiting the past for acceleration forward


As we crossw the intersection
We feel the rise and fall of breath
and action

What holds us together?

I can only imagine
this limitless return to center
dusted with greater brightness each trip around and through


We dance with figure eight steps
We know we are to expand and we will be safe

God's hands surrounding the
INFINITY symbol of our lives
and I make haste
 to walk that line
 
    in protection

      in awareness
     
 in purpose

Saturday, September 30, 2017

The Wand

Effervescent from
Intentional breath
Core of Life and Love
Floating
Overseeing creation 
as God’s child
From dormant to vast  
They expand as the the peacock’s plumage

Hailing celebration
Breath brings Bubbles

With abandon and laughter
on the wind of the universe
They trust its dance and 
freedom to make us smile
for no reason, our eyes span the  Heavens

With precision timing, unknown, they burst
Manifesting within seconds
Their Glory and purpose: JOY

Friday, September 29, 2017

??????????

How did he know that
the bristling brush would
unwind past thoughts
bringing her into the present?

How did he know that
her shoulder
had not been touched by the sun
or by a hand in many moons?

There was  no need for him to know
Nuturing was innate and reflected
built upon the sun setting on the
horizon