Monday, November 2, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Reflections & that sort of through the looking glass don't quite know where you are sort of image or feeling. I guess another term would be the transitional phase, the in-between place. I really like these 2 photos they are sky, wood, water and rock all at once, and nothing at all. I think I'll continue looking for more examples of this phenomenon to help guide me on my way to change.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
I love interesting architecture especially with carved columns and capitals- with the human touches. I'm also intrigued by how a lot of modern buildings are nothing more than styrofoam with a cement veneer stripped of all humanity. Guaranteed to last about a week and a half. The Ancient treasures of architecture are all stone- some in good repair, some crumbling back to the dust they were born from. The hands that built them and that have touched them for the past centuries must have left their energies in the stones. The stones in my pocket have absorbed me and I have absorbed their energies with lots and lots of touches.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
One thing I did miss was my sister, naturally I was thinking just like her.
Visit Lucky Danger for pretty much the same photo of milkweed. If it would have had a second pod I would have taken it. We take the same photo often. Makes me laugh.
I've been the duck with the broken wing. Bullied and forced out of the way by the others, never quite fitting in. Spending lots of time alone. I think that's why I liked him best. He would come up and stand on the beach next to me and look up waiting for food.
The innocence in his little ducky eyes.
If I had a farm I would definitely have a lake and ducks.
I'm really not quite sure what to make of this summer of feathers.
I understand the metaphors of flying, of my introduction to higher realms, to death,
to living in two realms. I haven't had the ah-ha moment yet.
Maybe it will turn out to be just another peck on the butt.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
I really got alot of great things from both of them. This weekend however, magnified the bad parts of my Poopdeckishness and my Momishness & I really didn't like it. So the inspire me is the left handed sort, to try and actively change more of the actions & attitudes that I've grown up with and change my ways of thinking. I did move 5 1/2 hours away for a reason. I know they can't/won't change, I need to better learn how not to get caught up in their struggles when I'm there. After all Vulcan is a nice place to visit, I just don't live there anymore.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
I was wandering around the yard for something that inspires me. I wanted great thunderclouds with a nice thunder bolt or even just nice soothing rain but I was too late, it had just quit. As I was coming in the door there was a tiny feather. Ah ha. Flight, I dream of flying. Rather just long gliding hops and swooping in arcs. I wish I had that power. As you see I collect feathers when I find them. Sometimes they are messages, particularly when left right outside your door. You just have to remember your thoughts of the recent past and see how this fits in. A confirmation, an I was thinking of you..ect. You'll know. Maybe you don't have to be struck by lightning to get a message just the tickle of a feather.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
I know, what are they?
Supports of a kind. I have a thing for ancient heads, torsos, whatever. You have to carve out the wooden base to cradle the object and make it more stable. I don't like to glue the pieces onto the base, then you can't pick them up and hold them and turn them around. It transforms a broken remnant back into a work of art. The supports were the important part of the weekend. I was feeling very pissy, pooky and out of sorts and in many ways unsupported. I was building for some fragments of clay the very thing I'm looking for. I took a few more days to even out but it helped to realize what I was doing and know I'm looking for more. I am on the right path, I do have friends that will help me. I need to set up more supports and goals for myself and turn myself back into a work of art.