recuerda mi corazon

the art of margarita fick

 

A POEM TO DEATH 

One more year, my old familiar,

and these days I celebrate you!

 

You know,

you are lucky that I am Mexican and that I love you 

so much that I can make you beautiful

in a thousand forms. 

 

I imagine you in my own way and,

 with all the colors of my homeland,

I dress you up

and I make new clothing for you

 

Listen; hear the joy I bring you!

Leave me here, please,

for many years so that we can amuse ourselves together. 

margarita fick

margarita fick

 

i fell in love with margarita's stunning black and white paper art,

inspired by the papel picados of her youth; years ago.

i have searched for her and never given up hope our paths would cross.

this year my dream came true when margarita invited me to visit.

after spending a few afternoons in her cosy welcoming home,

laughter and stories filling the bright air

i could not resist margarita's immediate charm

or the growing

connection between us.

knowing i would be returning to her country with a small

group to share the traditions of dia de los muertos

i could think of no one i would be more honored to invite 

to join us in the courtyard 

to share her stories,  irresistible verve for life, 

and the incredible mastery of her paper arts.

it thrills me to the core 

that she has accepted with equal delight!

one more chapter of our days in san miguel for 

dia de los muertos

revealed.

margarita fick 

acclaimed maestro in the traditional arts

of paper and dia de los muertos.

Viva la Vida!!!

there is

joy 

in living ones

passion.

the angels wear fins

 

In that world, the angels wear fins.

Red hulls pass over like clouds, their shadows

angling down between ropes of sun.

 

 

When women who have dived there return,

they do not speak of oysters or pearls.

Shaking their heads they say, "There is nothing."

They say, "We must look somewhere else,"

and twist their black hair in the world of men,

and wade heavily through the grass-scented air.

 

From this they know loss like salt:

how without it, the tongue grows stubborn and dull,

tastes nothing.

But the wild flavor, the sea, how it moves in them,

hip and thigh--a soundless current, kicking

downward the rest of their lives.

--Jane Hirschfield

 

 

dear noelle,

thank you for the abundant beauty you offer so generously at

The Angels Wear Fins

 

such a gentle home of deep waters, mysterious beauty, verse and vision. 

all the worlds oceans could never be enough to contain your love. 

perhaps you needed a more earthly abode for the weighty things of nature and mankind.

so while i carved a fresh cloud of plaster,

discovered to my delight your influence in mermaids at my finger tips....

you have graced us with the birth of

indaba

one more passionate home of great beauty and belonging.

while i ruminate on a colour palette for a mermaid

i hope you travel over to noelle's 

where extraordinary waits ready to fill you

 at each bright destination.

 

live everything

have

 patience

with everything unresolved in your heart

 

try to love the questions themselves

as if they were locked rooms

or books written in a very foreign language.

 

 

don't search for the answers,

which could not be given to you now,

because you would not be able to live them.

 

 the point is to live everything.

 live the questions now.

perhaps then, someday far in the future,

 

you will gradually, 

 without even noticing it,

live your way into the answer.

 

 

-Rainer Maria Rilke, 1903
in Letters to a Young Poet

 

i cannot say this day for me has been filled with jOy. mostly challenges and

my physical body is suffering for it all. i will say it has been a great comfort, now home 

to visit the friends who have linked to meri's jOy 

and i have been greatly comforted with every stop in this 

flower chain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i woke up knowing

i would paint on white paper

unexpected dreams