Feliz Navidad ya'll!!!!!!!!!
Going through old photographs and sitting here amidst a million wonderful memories, as I listen to Christmas carols......oh wait..........I'm missing the hot Chocolate, or should I make it a Hot Toddy???? Either, or, ~ ideal, considering the fact that it is 50 degrees or below here in sunny south FLorida........yikes!!!! I love it.
It totally gets me into the holiday spirit as is evident here in this photo of my little girl, taken in 1976, and a scan of an embroidered piece I've been working on today - a copy of her first letter to Santa, written by Stacey herself in 1978. She was barely four years old and so was still confusing her N's and M's. Sorry Santa.
Now ready to embellish!!!Today she's a mommy encouraging her own child to write his first Christmas letter. The only difference is...... his list is already TWO pages long!!!!
my minds eye
"It is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth -- and listen to the song of that siren, till she transforms us into beasts. ... For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it might cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst, and to provide for it." --Patrick Henryand then the light went on!!!
The man who makes everything that leads to happiness depend upon himself, and not upon other men, has adopted the very best plan for living happily...Plato
Words to live by
"I have been absolutely terrified of every moment of my life, and I've never let it keep me from doing a single thing I wanted to do" ~ Georgia O'Keefe
My Aunt Mimi at her Social debut...........Me lower right hand corner, five years old
Sketching faces for Towers and Turrets. Why the Alice theme you may be asking???? Thank Johnny Depp for that. Does he not possess THE most gorgeous face (well second most gorgeous, next to my Jake) !!!!!!
Keith by the way, another favorite. OMG these alluring free spirits......must they move me so!!!!!
who's still................. loving those '"BAD" boys.
Writing from my soul
It's been awhile, I know. The hours in the days have seamlessly melded into weeks as I continue to enjoy the simpler things in life. Family, friends, new babies to cuddle, creativity. Freshly made Pizza's, my cousins homemade pastries, laughter, and even a few tears..... mostly those that come from joy.
I'll share todays journaling here, with you. Rather than a sketch, I wrote....(it's actually more of a prayer) which I often times do, and more often than not, it takes on a life of it's own. hmmmmmm
Seasons of my Life
Nearing the end of summers youth I learn,
I’ve blossomed, grown.
I’ve eagerly turned my face towards the sun.
Smiling eyes, wide open. My flesh-exchanging fragrances with that of the earth. Inhaling, exhaling... each breath with unabashed greed.
Now, joyfully approaching the next cycle, I begin
the third quadrant of my well seasoned life.
In essence, similar to that of a freshly made dough. Able to rest gently inside a lovingly carved wooden bowl, rising slowly, like a beautiful harvest moon.
The Fall of my life, the rise of my life, the rest of my life.
Full, round, resplendent in it’s glow, casting prayer and praise, while feeding multitudes through intention.
Yet... like the grand Oak tree, I watch in awe as my leaves, still saturated with life, flutter to the ground, hugging at it’s roots. Exposing vein like limbs that tremble with excitement...while colors change from vibrant green to red. From gold, and russet to violet, then, finally, skeletal silver. Imitating the glistening gray silken strands of hair reflecting back those same colors~like a mirror to the soul.
In the vulnerability of those naked branches I come to know God.
And yes, through the weather of life, I remain. From clay, to dust,
my spirit safely nurtured inside the immortality of my soil, experiencing divinity. Infinitely - as intended.
Breathing love in accordance with nature, mankind, spirit, and the million other forms we do not yet recognize as one with the other.
I bare it all, resplendent. Moving between solace and anticipation.
Understanding how much more there is;
even unto my winter, and thereafter.
Gloria Martin 8/29/2010
Nearing the end of summers youth I learn,
I’ve blossomed, grown.
I’ve eagerly turned my face towards the sun.
Smiling eyes, wide open. My flesh-exchanging fragrances with that of the earth. Inhaling, exhaling... each breath with unabashed greed.
Now, joyfully approaching the next cycle, I begin
the third quadrant of my well seasoned life.
In essence, similar to that of a freshly made dough. Able to rest gently inside a lovingly carved wooden bowl, rising slowly, like a beautiful harvest moon.
The Fall of my life, the rise of my life, the rest of my life.
Full, round, resplendent in it’s glow, casting prayer and praise, while feeding multitudes through intention.
Yet... like the grand Oak tree, I watch in awe as my leaves, still saturated with life, flutter to the ground, hugging at it’s roots. Exposing vein like limbs that tremble with excitement...while colors change from vibrant green to red. From gold, and russet to violet, then, finally, skeletal silver. Imitating the glistening gray silken strands of hair reflecting back those same colors~like a mirror to the soul.
In the vulnerability of those naked branches I come to know God.
And yes, through the weather of life, I remain. From clay, to dust,
my spirit safely nurtured inside the immortality of my soil, experiencing divinity. Infinitely - as intended.
Breathing love in accordance with nature, mankind, spirit, and the million other forms we do not yet recognize as one with the other.
I bare it all, resplendent. Moving between solace and anticipation.
Understanding how much more there is;
even unto my winter, and thereafter.
Gloria Martin 8/29/2010
I dedicate this to my Aunt Gladys, who just yesterday journeyed a peaceful transition from this world into the next. During that miraculous space in time, she touched my soul, even in the absence of my conscious knowledge, as I sat writing this piece~ peace~ prayer..
Fuego #2 in series
I have been invited to participate in an Artists Trading Card swap, and am leaning towards this one as my contribution, with still more handwork to be applied, for additional dimension.
*The two backgrounds above....."Reflections", and "Conversations with God" are my own.
piece; which I donated to the Pink Artists Charity event. I've recycled it to fit into this digital collage - that still needs tons of work.....aside from the obvious feathering of edges ;-))
The wings and the background stage textures are from Flickr, thanks to Playing with brushes. Thank you PWB xoxo
Gitana 2
I scanned my Gitana mixed media painting into the PSE8 program. I then applied layers with background textures, some brushwork, levels, and the doge tool to create a burned and aged edge to the piece.
The background layers are courtesy of Shadowhouse Creations, as follows....
Anarchy 2
Cracked Mask
The frame was found on Flickr.....one which I failed to label. So sorry about that, but thank you sincerely.
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