Posted in Angels, Art

Calling all Angels

I don’t know why it took me that long, but it is said that everything has its timing. I could say that truer words have seldom been spoken, as well as better late than never.

My painting started with an idea, and ended with a dedicated painting for my Dad, who passed away in a tragic accident, nearly 45 years ago. He was my hero and I miss him every day. What I would give to just sit with him, and talk to him one more time. Mom always tells me how much I remind her of him, and I’m more than ok with it. I wear it proudly, like a badge of honor, something that brings me even closer to him, but also makes the loss hurt as if it was only yesterday. I know he is surrounded by angels, and he is my guardian angel. There is not a day that passes where I don’t feel loved by him, and in return I am calling all angels to watch over him and remind him that he is equally loved back.

There is no doubt that life has been tough lately, filled with disappointments, loss, and challenges, but also filled with great memories, and achievements that once seemed impossible. I know that I am about to put the hardship strain behind me, and like in most cases, it has left me stronger and more resilient than before. Things will be ok, and I know that I can do it.

Angels have been playing a big role in my life recently, and I am not surprised that one finally found a way to sneak into my recent painting. An angel, bowing her head in prayer to remember the ones we lost. An angel to remind us of the ones that remain within our hearts, forever. Originally the painting was orange with a white birdcage on it. A bird sitting outside the cage was to invoke a sense of freedom, making a statement and stand, unable to be caged. I started it a few years back and somehow I didn’t feel it anymore. I decided to cover up the birdcage which is still underneath all that paint with it’s new purpose and meaning. You wouldn’t know if I didn’t tell you and the signs are erased, but for me this painting will always have multiple meanings and I know that it is still there. Soon I was drawing something else, on top of the covered up birdcage and it flowing so easily. As if I was led and called to paint this. I’ve always said that my paintings speak to me and reveal times and events in my life that are very personal. This one was no different, and things will be told when you are ready to listen. I listened and an angel emerged. Later came another idea, to complete and round out the overall look and feel.

There is a little heart shaped rock on Dad’s grave. A rock that I got years ago. A rock with the word “Unvergessen” engraved in it. Unvergessen is the german word for unforgotten, which I selected as the title of my painting. I am planning on making a copy of this painting, and sending it to Mom. It’s personal and it feels right. Something is telling me that it is where it belongs.

 

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Posted in Art, Photography

Street Art

Street art can be very powerful such as this painted parking garage in downtown Reno, Nevada. I can’t pass, without feeling captivated, and this Muriel speaks to me. Perhaps it is the black and white that adds intensity. Maybe it is pouring rain that keeps me coming back. Or maybe it is just the art lover in me that can appreciate this piece.

Posted in Art, Inspiration

What if…

“Stuck between a rock and a “heart” space” – a earlier painting by me ❤️

Sometimes life leaves us feeling as if we are stuck between a rock and a hard space. Life sure has felt like this for me recently and I have felt stuck, hanging in limbo. But what if everything you are going through is preparing you for what you asked for?

Posted in Art, Inspiration

Meraki

The soul, creativity or love put into something; the essence of yourself that is put into your work.

Please excuse the picture. It’s not the best, and it was created as a picture from a picture. The original painting is hanging in my house in the states, far away from my current location, so this copy has to do. It’s one of my paintings and it was created at a time I felt like combining shapes into a image. The colors used are black, white, red and brown. I felt drawn, led to these shapes, and they emerged with no particular plan and without thinking a whole lot. I was merely the medium holding the Paintbrush and I allowed the creative process to flow.

The painting always had meaning to me and I always liked it. From the colors to the shapes, it always spoke to my soul, but it was a feeling that I understood rather than the words. Today, I feel that it has finally revealed it’s meaning and purpose. And why all of a sudden, what triggered the message? I think it was the above quote I stumbled upon that finally released this paintings purpose. Everything has it’s own timing, perhaps it was my subconscious painting this image I am meant to see in the future, meant to be seen at this point of my journey.

I see darkness and light in the black and white colors. I believe it stands for my journey and the struggles in between. I see my two swords that stand for love and compassion in the color red. Brown reminds me to stay grounded and in touch with Mother Nature. I see a half moon and the full moon that speaks to my inner moon child and the vulnerability that is involved. The right triangle shape is pointing to my true north, reminding me to stay true to myself. The inner core is framed with love (red border) and the final outer rim is brown to draw strength from Mother Earth.

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Aesthete

(Adj) someone with deep sensitivity to the beauty of art or nature

An old, experimental, different technique, kind of whimsy painting. Whoa that was a crazy sentence. 😂

Posted in Art, Holidays

A special Easter gift

I received a special Easter gift this year that touched my heart very deeply. It’s a painting my niece Emily did while spending time with some friends. For some reason she decided to gift it to me and at first I was truly speechless. From the painting, to the thought, and the gesture itself, i thought it was very thoughtful and I felt very special. So special that it is sitting next to my bed where I can see it first thing in the morning and last thing at night.

Hoping everyone’s Easter was special and meaningful.

Posted in Art, Mom

An old treasure

I dug out an old treasure I once painted for Mom. It’s a picture of Mom’s first name (Danuta) that I made out of special characters, meaningful to her and my childhood. Like the owl, which has always been one of Mom’s favorite animals. The gift was one of those things stashed away somewhere to be retrieved by me to see daylight once more. I brought it to Mom the other day, and she smiled from ear to ear seeing it. If I didn’t know any better, I would have said that it was the first time that she saw it. It was neat to witness the joy on her face that this simple, yet with love made gift brought to her. For me, I was blessed to experience this moment, and to know that she liked it.

Posted in Art, Photography

One step at a time

Just the other day I came across one of my older pictures. Believing that nothing happens by accident and that the people in our life’s are there for a reason, I viewed the timing as a reminder for my current circumstances. Every journey starts with one step at a a time, and perhaps it was what I needed to hear.

This picture was taken at Lake Tahoe in close proximity to one of the nude beaches. We hiked a trail close by as a hiker came around the bend with nothing more but sandals, a baseball hat and a pack back. Well, hello there, I don’t think that I even managed to say hello hahaha. I was totally unprepared and our meeting came unexpected and surprising. But I surely got my composure back in time to shoot him in the back with this picture. Hahaha.

The actual pictures are two frames merged together with added bubbles. One picture of the nude hiker and another rotated picture of a piece of wood reflecting in the water. It formed some sort of arch and I placed the hiker in a bubble as if walking the earth. A personal quote completed the look and memorized this experience for all times.

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Keeping an eye on time

This picture had an unusual way of coming about and it was composed looking through the glass window of a cabin. The resorts are closed and cabins are winterized and uninhabited. Looking through the glass, you can see my reflection and the insights of the cabin. I saw the clock on the wall and eventually lined it up with my eye. “Keeping an eye on time” went through my mind while I took the picture.

Later on as I looked at the picture and brought out the contrast in this what appears like a double exposure, I noticed the plastic tarps and what looks like shackles around my hands. “Keeping an eye on time while my hands are tied” is the elaborated version of the initial thought. I would never dare to compare myself to either but it reminds me a little of something that Pablo Picasso or Salvador Dali could and would have created. I’m in perfect company if so 😉