recuerda mi corazon

home

home.

quiet pines. the first strings of morning embroidered in gold floss, 

a metallic petticoat splaying out as birds lift the dark skirts of night, flirting in the day.

home.

cat purring.

familiar bed, a soft canoe whose paddles are endless dreams

rowing my heart beyond gravity with all its weary physical constraints.

home.

where towering sunflowers wear sunlit necklaces of  finches and bees,

i dress my heart with your radiant smiles,

rare jewels that you are...and humbly thank you for gracing my days.

what is this 

insatiable desire to create?

 where hearts, hands and eyes converge,

so we look at each moment as a miracle of wonder?

you, seekers of beauty, devotees of possibilities,

 is there ever more sincere gratitude,

then by the one extended the honor 

to share the gift of knowledge?

to each of my students....you fulfill me.

thank you.

art unraveled

sometimes life is a baptism by fire.

a candle burning at both ends.

a fall from grace.

other times we are just too HOT for our own good.

we play with fire. burn with desire.

i guess there is just a little saint and sinner in everyone.

anima sola shrine box necklace 

a sneak peek into my very BAD GIRL line up for vendor day.

flores blanco

last night the moon spilled her song across the fingers of white flowers. 

night's hummingbirds, enormous thick winged moths, 

tangled up in all that moon glow and pollen, 

drifted heavy in the welcome coolness, flower to flower.  

i was not alone in my late night gathering. 

i kept the company of wrangling cicadas, marauding crickets, 

a back beat drone of hopeful bullfrogs,

the humid sex of moths and flowers....

and all that languid moon light 

seduced again by nights raucous choir.

 in the sun bright mountains of arizona this day came too early. 

the sky is impossibly blue. 

the sun already leans hot gold across pines and cactus alike. 

the heat licked landscape admonishes me for sitting behind this window.

fingering all the details of this work of hands,

the pond calls.

all these collections of art supplies, 

stalactites of possibilities, seem so quiet in the full light of life's allure.

all this preparation for art unraveled has me

harnessed,

head down.

from time to time i slip away from my post at this studio window,

steel away to the computer to take you all in,

mesmerized with your goings on.

return reluctantly to the tasks at hand.

again, time stands still as i lose myself in creating.

it is a cruel trick when i look up and find that another day has turned a 

sharp corner into night,

missing you.

the midnight choir

 

tonight

 i will keep 

the company

of wrangling cicadas,

the sex of moths, flowers

and all that moonlight..on all

those upturned faces. seduced by nights

 raucous choir,

i will stay up way too late...

chained to a myriad of nocturnal passions.

the night will click,  hum,  and resonate with 

hot desire

while i

quietly

check off my art unraveled to do list

one

by

one.

did i mention i am teaching at art unraveled 

august 3 & 6

in phoenix, az?????

maybe you

should

come!

art unraveled...a week of infinite possibilities

 

last night the wind whispered pond side before catapulting itself across the green rise to blow in the windows of my dreams. it tip toed over the tallest stand of sunflowers, found the windows open and claimed the room in wild abandon. shaken from sleep into the plum black darkness it filled me with a wildness that in younger years would have me throwing off the sheets to escape into the thick of it. night walks, ocean swims in phosphorescent shimmer. fog draped sea cliffs. desert air heavy with the scent of sage. they have all called to me and i have obediently followed.

last night it was enough to traverse them in vivid detail lying on my back under a starless stucco sky in utter exhaustion.  it came so suddenly. one moment the ponds were ink black glass reflecting the nearly full moon, the bullfrogs lulling the pines with their summer song. the next, mayhem, winds ricocheting against everything in their path to land dead smack in the center of my heart, chasing the folly of sleep and finding me so electric, so stunningly alive.

was it the wind? a full moon visitation with a resounding midnight choir?  or each individual awakening of hearts and minds that comprised our week at art unraveled, filling me from afar? each word shared, inspiration offered, resounded on nights canvas. the pure delight of infinite possibilities and reveling in the thrill of sharing, believing, being, creating.

be it wind, or memories, with the first light of day this is what i know to be true. we are all exquisitely tied to each other. we find richness in giving ourselves completely to the creative process. we share a language of fascination, be it metal, paint, wood, clay, glass or fabric, we are willing to surrender to the materials at hand. and even though we are well practiced in the solitary pursuit of creating, being together confirms our calling. when we are united, our hearts are filled with a vitality of renewal that is profound.

i am grateful for each one of you that took leave of families, studios, deadlines and schedules to share so authentically with each other. i thank each student that filled my rooms with their trust in me, and in yourselves, to venture boldly on new ground. your enthusiasm delights me even from afar and i look forward to your voice and expression finding its rightful place in newly found skills.

to each one of you who felt compelled to purchase my work i wholeheartedly thank you. to extend a part of myself far beyond my solitary pursuits is sheer delight. to reside in your daily life fortifies my passion to create.

in this well of gratitude as this new day unfolds and calls me back to the studio i extend my heartfelt thanks to linda young for countless details and endless organization creating a week where miracles are unleashed.

here's to a new day of knowing we are not alone....

where there is no end to the happiness our hearts are willing to bear. 

 

la clase por pura corazones

 

soldering demystified, art unraveled 

art unraveled

 

hola estudiantes de arte fabulousa!

 

ese maestro brillante es realmente muy eficiente!

 

recuento los dias,

con la adquisicion de mis patos en fila!!!!