Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Look

Look, the sun is coming
Get up and see the morning
All this energy and light
The natural world is full of wonder

Regardons le soleil qui brille
et les enfants qui grandissent


When I work with collage, for me it is like setting an Intention, as Sacred as a Prayer.

GARDEN
I was meditating on the Sacred Feminine and our Mother Earth and how her Rightful and Natural Expression is Life with Abundance, Freedom not only From..., but Freedom To Do, To Be...

DANCE BY SEA
With one hand waving free is a prayer and intention for my young son, that he finds his way and has a whole and fulfilling life...

LOVERS LINK
I was single at the time when I created this collage, and of course I had love on my mind and finding lost love. I did find it...

COCO CHANEL
is my Inspiration, starting life out as an orphan and working (very hard) to what she became, ICON of the fashion industry...

ST BERNADETTE
Her eyes held me captive, so very intense, the Madonna. I worship her...

TRANSCENDENTAL
With intention for an alternate healing, rather than drugs, alcohol - Mediation, Prayer, Seeking the Inner Guidance, Developing a deeper Intuitive ability...


Saturday, July 23, 2011

Duality



Music from Lara St. John & Marie-Pierre Langlamet, "Bach:Sonatas"
Athena and the Seasons brought wreaths of grass and spring flowers to Pandora, original , all-giving. A shift from matriarchy to patriarchy in Greek culture befalls, as the life-bringing goddess Pandora is eclipsed, the death-bringing human Pandora arises. Thus, in the patriarchal mythology of Hesiod her great figure is strangely changed and diminished. She is no longer Earth-Born, but the creature, the handiwork of Olympian Zeus.

trippin' on the isle of cortes


Thursday, July 21, 2011

a 'rose' smells as good by any other 'name'


I like to work with Mondrian techniques. I sometimes take a single photo and use various segments of the photo to show different perspectives.
Mondrian's best and most-often quoted expression of his theory:
I construct lines and color combinations on a flat surface, in order to express general beauty with the utmost awareness. Nature (or, that which I see) inspires me, puts me, as with any painter, in an emotional state so that an urge comes about to make something, but I want to come as close as possible to the truth and abstract everything from that, until I reach the foundation (still just an external foundation!) of things… I believe it is possible that, through horizontal and vertical lines constructed with awareness, but not with calculation, led by high intuition, and brought to harmony and rhythm, these basic forms of beauty, supplemented if necessary by other direct lines or curves, can become a work of art, as strong as it is true.


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Thursday, May 26, 2011

Meditation, Creative Visualization, Power of Intention, Law of Attraction
OR
DRUGS&BOOZE

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

latest edition to 'Kitchen Frame'

As you can see, there are 2 BLANK spaces to fill in with story. With a little help from friends & family, please help with storyline in your comments. Collage a Toi is a collection of collage and storytelling, poetry, history, and myth. STAY TUNED for more editions of 'Kitchen Frame'!

'Kitchen Frame' comic strip'






 

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Aesthete, literato, cinephile, cosmopolite, wayfarer, inamorato


Aesthete, literato, cinephile, cosmopolite, wayfarer, inamorato, enchanted by mysteries, invigorated by rains, and waiting for you...

Impressed, enchanted by your words, in-love with your cat, and want to talk more...

I'm delighted to make your acquaintance, he said, flourishing his fedora in a low, elegant bow.... 

What shall we talk about next?
Perhaps -

Books -
Music -
Friends -
Trees -
Birds -
Films -
The night sky -
The sea -
Fire -
Skin -
Silk -
Knots -
Adventures -
Shakespeare -
Flirting -
*Serious* flirting -
Flirting with intent -
Gravity -
Levity -
Irony -
Raspberries -
Used bookstores with narrow aisles -

to start, anyway -

Used bookstores with narrow aisles

Imagine....

You're in Henderson's Books in Bellingham.  Rough silvery wood shelves right up to the very high ceiling, jammed with books, and piles of books that you have to edge past in the labyrinthine aisles.  The lovely scent of pine shelves, old paper and bookboard.  The light's patchy like a film noir set. Cats move.  Now and then, you hear a page turn in another aisle.  You're sitting on the bare wood floor in the poetry section; there's just enough room
to lean up against a wallful of Shakespeare with your legs folded under you, and you're looking at Mitchell's translation of Rilke's Sonnets to Orpheus.  A man comes to the poetry section, glances at what you're reading, then at you; he smiles -- just a little -- you notice his eyes are a lovely pale blue — and then he focusses on the books on the shelves. 

You keep reading. 

But you can't help noticing he's just a little closer now... and that he's looking at different translations of some Montale poems. 

And that he hasn't turned the page for quite a while.  And neither have you.

He notices you looking at him, and smiles again.  He holds out the book he's looking at, open, for you to see.  You reach up to hold the book, and your hand brushes his sleeve as you read what he shows you....



Why are you waiting?  The squirrel in the pine tree
beats its torchlike tail on the bark.
The half-moon sinks with one tip fading
into the sun.  The day is finished.

The lazy smoke is startled by a breeze
but gathers itself to cover you.
Nothing will end, or everything, if you,
the flash of lightning, leave the cloud.

                                (Eugenio Montale)



And then....