Friday, April 02, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
2 T finely chopped fresh ginger
2 stalks of celery
1 green pepper
1 summer squash
1 cup mushrooms
1 can good quality coconut milk
2 cans chickpeas rinsed
one quarter cup pureed pumpkin
1/2 to 1 cup water
2 T red curry HOT curry paste concentrate for sauces
a dash of super hot sauce such as Big Papi
salt to taste
just bring to a low simmer and cook on low heat to desired doneness!
Monday, March 08, 2010
As a painter and musician I get ample opportunities to try out the Trusting part of me. It is good to find that I am always finding my way and I always AM IT. Everything starts with that. The ultimate place of power within. That God/Source/whatever you want to call it eternal spark of creation everything has. The I AM IT place of power.
Saturday, March 06, 2010
on the day i finished this (again - 4 times i think i finished this painting), the sun came out and i liked how the window pane fell across the faces.
Dressing well helps when it is dark and stormy out but doesnt really take the gloom away ~ saying to oneself "this too shall pass" and staying kindly and gentle, honest and willing to change ones mind when called for.
true love is not blind.
Wednesday, March 03, 2010
the chicken said "I'm on top of the box. I'm the winner!" and the other one's said "watch out for things fallin from the sky!"
Box of Good Thoughts said "I am just holding my ground and keeping my thoughts clean."
Happy wednesday xoxo
Sunday, February 28, 2010
ah. always good to have power back on. seems super strange to have the luxury of it? not sure about it. i don't like this 'power from without' thing. i would rather be an energizer type of creature that could generate it's own power for all of it's personal requirements. do you ya know what i mean?
have a great week. and the balance of this sunday left.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
A painting, an oil...about a woman and a dog called "frequency gown" started out being about the woman and the dog and their relationship. Over time, after some technical difficulties (still being worked out but getting there)....they both turned. They BOTH started looking out of the painting as an invitation to the viewer. I didn't plan any of this. I was just daddling along, doing my best to be present, listen to colors that i hear and see off the right side of my head.
Sunday, February 07, 2010
The first Diorama I made was the first really magical 'artistic' happening that occurred in my life. I didn't know what I was doing but I had a plan and ideas kept popping in my head - I was making my first and only Shoebox Diorama. I was in 6th grade and my teacher, Mr. Daugherty instructed us to make one about a book we read. I only really half listened to the instructions as what seemed like a common factor I carried with me through my school life, so I was pretty much on my own in terms of what it was I was supposed to do. Things came together in a most extraordinary way: cotton balls, twigs, everything I needed I found literally at my fingertips. I got an A in the project for something I was entirely into. (A first in school life experience, being 'entirely into it.')
Thursday, February 04, 2010
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
In these days, sometimes people might act unconnected to themselves and act in what seems quite abrasive ways. This is when I employ something called 'engaged detachment' (I permit the ALL-ONE to Be without assigning Critique, Condemnation, or Value Judgement: I understand the IS-ness and I Validate the ALL-ONE-ness) and also The Attitude of Mastery called "I Am Grace" (I Allow the ALL-ONE-ness to Be what IT IS regardless of whether it suits me. I Live Perpertual Forgiveness) - Ashayana & Azartan Deane.
Why? Because sometimes it is the only thing that helps.
Often, not always, a painting I am working on begins speaking about something that hasn't even happened or is about to happen. I put this up to the nearly common occurrence that I have come to accept, that being, a part of me, a part of my conscious intelligence is speaking through images. I have known about this for some time and it continues to be a source of excitement and comfort.
See painting above: A story about how i must (i am the black and white cow bunny) put many of my eggs in one boat (basket) and start traveling down toward my favorite watering hole (rt 1A south) to live at some point. The two fish heads on either side (appearing as two land masses on left and right) are talking to me with alert faces that it is time to get used to the idea of moving -
Friday, January 29, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
(my secret is a cherished list from a birthdaycard from all the animals that currently lived within arm's length of the kitchen in 1999)
(why I love twitter? i find different artists who are tweeting and we keep eachother tweet sharp and focused on our work).
My friend, Foxfire is leaving for Africa this week and is blogging about how many pairs of underwear she will pack (possibly one or maybe two) link here.
Who do I think I am!? Seriously, I am social media-ist. An Artist grateful for an audience and kindling kinship of others that are here on the Planet. I am an entertainer, entertaining first myself and then benefiting from the laughter or grins of others seeing my ridiculous antics - like a parrot with fat legs and funny feet walking, or attempting to run across a floor. I am like a Parrot - who desire full inclusion into a social network, full acceptance. Complete Love and trustworthiness going both ways.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Later at the surprise reception (I hadn't known there would be wine and food after), staring at the blank bricks walls feeling a tangible longing to hang my new work up I realized the idea of submitting work for the Firehouse had returned full force.
While napping before driving to the show I was with my old friends from High School at a bar that overlayed my old neighborhood (Leawood Drive, New Castle, PA) where my actor neighbor lived adjacently, Mrs. Nord and my new neighborhood (Newbuyrport around the vicinity of the Firehouse). I had to leave my friends quickly to enter the Firehouse and looked down at myself and I was wearing a full length red dress, the same one that another person was wearing who was on stage getting ready to read. What? I woke up from the nap feeling quite ready to entertain the idea of getting up on stage at some point. Maybe I will venture into 'The Random Acts" next November or audition for next year's "New Works shorts? Somethings to look forward to.
In the meantime, I am looking forward to Marc Clopton's written play "Alice in Wonder Glass" premiering this Feb 11th at the Black Box Theater in the Tannery. Dan Hanson has been making the lyrical and sculpted furniture for the event and they will be auctioned (time and place tba). http://www.facebook.com/#/group.php?gid=144078960640
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
It is not ever a 'slow' night as the seisun is known for it's rapid speed, both a thrill and inspiration. I've been playing fiddle going on nine years now. Some pieces like 'The Swallowtail Reel' I knew to play fast. Now I spend my early morning getting everything up to speed so I am not only correct in jumping in to the playing pot, but also not rude in playing poorly!
If you like Irish (scottish, english, celtic, cape breton) type of traditional tunes you may be overjoyed to be at Port Taven on State St. in Newburyport on a wednesday eve. (with instrument or as listener - beginners are always welcome to sit on the fringe!)
Monday, January 18, 2010
I take my music as serious as my art. holding both lightly as fluff in one hand and as heavy as gravity would allow in the other. Singing and playing fiddle are like the blood for me. keeps things moving freely. My art-making is like my bones. They build me up. keep me here on earth. both are so important.
Friday, January 15, 2010
i know i said i would attempt to blog everyday but i am thinking every other day now.. i am not going to capitalize my 'i's' because my sleeve will go into my paint if i move that way. my recent canvas is sitting in front of my this, studio laptop.
i also am finding the joy of typing a draft in the morn and not publishing until i have some kind of photograph to show for myself. yesterday i took some photos of the baby tiger, canary hastening back into it's nest. just like i did out of sheer exhaustion of pushing myself too hard re: paint and fiddle.
basically most capitol letters are out while i am typing in this manner.
i learned something valuable yesterday and this morning....(ice is falling off my roof right now)....the art of not working too hard. that's right. that's what i said. i think it is un natural to work to the point of too much. what is called for is a focus and refocusing of a particular goal, intended progress ----- not the overdoing.
i'm serious about this.
I think I finished the painting just now so now I can cAP.
There are plenty of environmental pressures that seem to squeeze in on my cells sometimes propelling me towards a desperate enbarkment - a ridiculous journey even for my mind, before I make a move. The best way to deal with this while it is occurring is to either clean up something and through out old stuff, or take a nap.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
And back to the new canary baby, Tiger. simply so adorable and looked at me while i was talking to it today without shrinking back into it's nest like it usually did before when I attempted a direct conversation.