Friday, July 31, 2009

in celebration of 'green'...

green countryside ~ watercolour ~ 2004
me in my office...

studio pic - oop, no green here...but there's my drafting table...yes, i spotted green, my coffee mug and hooker's green paint (love it)...i did say i was crazy about green?
Logan's 'New York City'...from first grade art show! (bridge, water & shoreline)...
Alex's 'Picasso Me' from 3rd grade art show! (yet titled Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus and it resembles the Grinch- also green in colour... (she wasn't happy with that comment)...;)
what else? me in half...
texture texture texture

again a hodge podge of's been a busy week and yet
hardly a moment for painting. hence, the WIP (work-in-progress.) i swear that should be my middle name. somehow this turned into a 'green' post. green is my favourite colour and also seems to be a colour that my kids like.
a wish for all of you to have a fabulous weekend. i am visiting family out of town, so i knew i wouldn't be able to post. do enjoy this last day of july and may august bring tons of fun & happiness...

Monday, July 27, 2009

where i dreamt you, you found me...

i dreamt of you

each time i walked

along this sandy beach

for as long as i can remember

you were dreamed upon

i wondered when and from

where you would arrive

knowing in my heart of hearts

that one day you would be here with me

i relinquished myself to this knowing

it sustained me

and yet, my heart ached for you

ached fervently and at times, lost faith

but faith stood its ground

and you arrived

on my favourite beach

on my favourite shore

sans the white steed

with a flowing mane

but alas you arrived

sand between your toes

as you walked toward me

hands outstretched

taking me to your chest

placing a kiss;

the sweetest kiss upon my forehead,

upon my lips


i felt your love long before

your arrival and

now that

you are here, as i gaze

into your sinfully beautiful brown eyes

my heart is content

beyond my wildest dreams

the longing has been fulfilled

you are my dream

you are my white knight

you are my love

now we stand


hand in hand

on that same beach

on that same shore


pay homage to

the place where

our souls were fused in holy

induced love...

© 2009

image source: on beach

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Conn's Song...

Conn’s Song

this gift he possesses
startled my hardened heart
for ‘it’ somehow felt known

he is the elusive one
shrouded in mystery

though his heart glows with a pureness
that cannot be missed
a caring, gentle, selfless soul
who has lived sorrows
though sheds them not on others

a warrior soul with a weathered start
he’s filled with light and love
as if sent from heaven above

a bit of a prophet
a bit of a seer
who is sure to endear

he’ll walk about
as he visits your inner world
he’ll capture
the ‘essence’ of you
you’ll wonder aloud “how this could be true?”

a bastard not
or an orphan be
he was a gift, if only
bestowed upon me.

© 2009

This was a poem written in early 2009 for my friend Conn,
in thanks for his beautiful poem, 'Calli’s Song' that he so
beautifully created for me. This was my humble thanks, though
it could not compare.

If you’ve not yet read 'Calli’s Song' and you
would enjoy doing so, please find it a few posts down below.
image source: Feels_like_forever_by_Yassser84 on deviantart ~location: Dalky, Ireland

Friday, July 24, 2009

love and the grey side of ...2 for 1

fragments of future
legions of past

our story has not yet been told
or perhaps, it’s been told a thousand times?

in ancient civilizations
in different realms

across a roman landscape
or within a highland song

on the island of crete
or in mesopotamian times
through legends of gods and goddesses
or amidst drawings hidden in grecian urns

through unknown portals
and galaxies divine

among ancient ruins
or within the egyptian pyramids
in shallow graves made of masonry stone

whispered on the winds
or upon humanity’s collective breath

or traveled the constellations one by one
or adrift among the clouds

in lakes, streams
and rivers
or in sand grains scattered about the sahara and mohave
through the red rocks
of the western territories

via the trans siberian railway

over the swiss alps
within the fruit of the world’s grape vines

perhaps our likeness has been painted
by the great painters of past
or written by shakespeare himself

perhaps it is just you and me
this here
this now
and this is our story.

A vast greyness is all that can be seen
The slightest sheen remains
Though thread bare with tiny tears and wear

To go from love to bliss
To sadness back to love
To bliss
Back to sadness
Then to loneliness

To go from feeling loved
cherished and understood

To feeling unloved
Uncherished, misunderstood

To go from desire
To despair

To go from near perfection
To near ugliness

To go from an attentive heart
To a heart that has somehow forgotten

To go from feeling a princess
a beauty
To orphan annie

To go from a quickened pulse
To no discernable pulse at all

To go from open loving
all-knowing conversation
To riddles and rhymes
Speaking in tongues
Secret codes, foreign languages foreign to us
Unknowable meanings hidden

To go from…

To go to…

© 2009

image source: love-008
image source: lovers_by_spokojnysen

Thursday, July 23, 2009

my painting as my new layout...i like it ~ cool!

Free Layouts for MySpace

working out the kinks...

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

changing like the wind...

18 x 24 acrylic on canvas

I've had this concept for a painting for a long time now. I did one a few years ago and decided to come back to this idea. My intention was/is to have this be a self-portrait with one (me) facing ahead and the other facing back. In other words, one me looking forward to a beautiful future and maybe a sadder version slightly looking back at her past. I had the best of intentions and it is not an easy thing to paint one's own likeness, especially two in one, at least not for me. I changed the one on the right's eyes 3 separate times, never fully satisfied. But here she is...she/her/they are not completed and I am not giving up. This one will be 'fraternal twins' or 'sisters' or 'sisters of the soul' (inspired by Laura :)

Actually I prefer the 'chin version' all by itself. Think I'll be painting more of those in the future. I love to see a partial face, hence my obsession with half-faces.
I will just keep on trying with a fresh new canvas after this one.

Striving for perfection? never!
Striving for the best ME I can be...

Tuesday, July 21, 2009


18 x 24 acrylic on canvas

Rita became Rita as I was uploading her just moments ago. I thought hey, she looks like Rita! I'm goin with that...

nice, it's been a long day and this song says it all... it's an oldie but a goodie......

Monday, July 20, 2009

mia evolving...

the evolution of another new painting at: G A R A H S T A H

please click the link to see mia in her evolving state ;)...

the stages of mia...

mia 11 x 14 acrylic on canvas

the stages of mia: rough sketch, the eyes changing and changing and changing yet again...

we spend our lives evolving, whether or not we are aware of it.
the degree to which we evolve can be minuscule in some, and deeply profound
in others. these paintings symbolize that process.
they are a metaphor for my life.
a tweak here a tweak there to get me to where i want to be at any given moment, though we continue on. we change, we grow. i have always stated in my artist's statement that my work is in a constant state of evolution, tis true as am i, and i wouldn't have it any other way.
© 2009

an empowering quote from my home page on my art web site:

"Woman is born to create... in creating she becomes herself, accomplishes her destiny.
Her whole life is only an initiation into creative power. To create is not merely to produce a work...
it is to give of ones own individuality."

~ Jeanne de Vietinghoff

Saturday, July 18, 2009

the evolution of a painting...

sketch & background beginnings...

easel I

on the easel II ~ changes taking place...

in progress ~ full version


closer II

still in progress

by the time I took this pic this morning she was getting camera shy, she'd had enough, so in progress she remains...

image is 11 x 14 acrylic on canvas...

the evolution of a painting...

this painting was/is being created while listening to the soulful music of Melissa Etheridge, which can be found via my playlist below...

Friday, July 17, 2009

to be held this way...

Uncertainty, while falling slowly
Take away this veil
The illusions since multiplied
Having altered life and love

When was the last time I was ME?

Return me not to the place
On the cusp of right and wrong
Between shadows and reality
Plagued by misconceptions of
Proper living

and yet seeds of hope interplay with burdens
of everyday?

Life, death, solace, black hole

Drama scripted, Director - yell, no
scream, “CUT”!

Recesses of brain matter
Active and alive
Where live unexpected descents to
A perfect model of HELL


Clarity? Insight?


Wicked theatrical scenarios
Play out in melodramas
That draws a hungry crowd


Do they exist? Beyond this veil?

Ah, a cliché to be held this way
To be held this way…

© 2009

image source: hedislimane.com_fashiondiary
disclaimer: this is not ME nor MY life, just morning coffee musings...