An old black and white. Someone in the family took the picture, don’t know who, but it reflects a simpler time.
With everything digital today, will the next generations have the same keepsakes?
PL Precept #16 All things Progress and Develop.
PL Precept #19 Begin once you Perceive
Oyashikiri
Since the passing of my Mother, I have drifted from one thought to another when I come to do something with my paints. For days I had this idea that I wanted to do birds on a wire, but……….. what I had in my mind’s eye and what I was able to think constructively about putting on canvas wasn’t jiving,
I’ve been thinking of bridges, doors, windows, nothing concrete, just thoughts that drift in and out. Of course I know in my mind somewhere tucked in a nook, I’m trying to find an abstract form for some of my thoughts. Life doesn’t just return to “normal” there are so many things to be done, people to contact, and so on.
It is during this time that you see just how different your thinking is from some one else’s. How many times have you heard me say, we are all so unique, each and every one of us. Evenings is when I like to escape into my workshop and just let my creativity speak for itself.
My playing made the above “statement” and now I’m digesting it. It isn’t about techniques, or colour choices, it’s about the unconscious mind given a platform to “speak” to me. My one sister is in the California area, and my nephew has flown back to Australia, that is what I see in the skyline. My other sister loves birds. and I… I’m abstract.. and in the picture.. but……….where…………probably the messy branch waiting for buds.. I saw buds round ones, faded behind the mist.. just never got to put them in. Or maybe I’m the leaf blowing in the wind.
The beauty of the moment is that it made me happy. My sincere thanks to all of you for your caring wishes, I’m fine, life is good, God is a steady glow within me, your prayers have touched me.. I love you all.
Oyashikiri
NY may see another bit of snow yet…
The day before it hit, the temperature (measured from the Equitable Building at 120 Broadway) was a balmy 40 degrees—and the forecast at the tail end of what had been a warm winter called for light rain.
The next morning, Monday, March 12, 1888, the rain had turned to snow, ferocious winds created heavy drifts, and temperatures dropped to the low 20s.(Below, Park Street in Brooklyn)
For the next 24 hours, “the city went into its gas-lighted rooms and its heated houses, and its parlors and beds tired, wet, helpless, and full of amazement,” reported the New York Sun on March 13. (Below, 14th Street)
Take a look at these scenes of the city during and after the “White Hurricane” that pummeled the metropolis at the start of a workweek in mid-March 129 years ago.
About 200 people were killed during the storm itself and many more succumbed…
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sea shapes that captivate
under water, far from the world above
lives a world of wonder
captured by a lens
so that we can know the beauty
that is not always seen
but is there non-the-less
faith is unseen
but is the strength and fiber
of our BEING
PL Precept # 11 Always be with God
Oyashikiri
LOVE unconditional and pure =GOD
photographer Darren Su
drums beating a steady rhythm
a deep droning chant
accompanied the talking drums
somewhere within the lush vegetation
there would be a path
leading towards the origins
of the mesmerizing communication
behind each door
is a the total sum
of what “Nature/Universe”
has in store for us
find the door
open the door
and walk through
for all you do
each passing day
if look to find the door
meant for you.
Q
Oyashikiri
Mother’s life was like an abstract painting, she lived creatively and managed to keep all the assortment of unique personalities that she loved on one mosaic canvas. She had an inner strength and resolve that kept her going for 96 years. Pansies were her favourite flowers. She loved colours, when she set her mind to something, it got done. In later years, she loved to , crochet and knit in quiet times, but she dedicated much of her life to volunteering and working for the good of others. She remained actively involved in all her charities and “projects” till well into her golden years. RIP Mother, your unconditional love and tenacious spirit, will always be with us.
PL Precept #1 Life is Art
Oyashikiri (blessings)
romantic old NY =^_^=
In February 1860, a swift-moving evening blaze raged through a tenement on Elm Street—today’s Lafayette Street.
Ten women and children died, largely because firefighters’ ladders didn’t reach past the fourth floor.
The Elm Street fire certainly wasn’t the first to kill tenement dwellers. But thanks to newspaper coverage and the high death toll, it prompted an enormous outcry from city residents for building reform.
So a law was passed two months later mandating that city buildings be made of “fireproof” materials or feature “fire-proof balconies on each story on the outside of the building connected by fire-proof stairs.”
This regulation, and then the many amendments that came after it, was the genesis of the iconic New York fire escape—a sometimes lovely and ornate, often utilitarian and rusted iron passageway that helped cut down the number of casualties in tenement fires.
But as anyone who has ever lived in a tenement…
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Too tired to think, I reach for my brush, then change my mind and take the paint tube itself and simply lay the paint down, There is no though no reason, or rhyme, my mind takes over, my hands follow directions.
The previous night I felt tired, but I was happy, the colours and my strokes seemed to flow with ease and at a different pace. I smiled as I posted this picture on Instagram, saying, can you see the face, or what can you see? I was playful, I slept well.
The top picture was painted when I needed release from the stress of the day, conflict and sadness welled up inside as I faced the reality, yet again, that because you have a sibling, doesn’t mean you have a friend. In fact to feel hatred from someone you’ve known a life-time is really a very sad and hurtful moment.
We can choose our friends, but not family. We can walk away, we can close the door, disrespect and uncontrolled hatred that sounds in loud decibel at and around you.. is like walking into a war zone without protection. I choose to turn and walk away.
We all make choices, self-preservation is high on my list. I choose love, happiness = GOD. With GOD in my life, I will work at being a better person.
Thank you to all of you who worry and call me, I’m fine, life is what it is.. God willing Mother will transfer over to a peaceful place, no more pain.. freedom will be hers. She had a long and happy life, she knows her family loves her, and that is everything. Knowing you are loved, and God is with you.
Oyashikiri
Being true to one’s self – and trying to fit in to what the traditions and customs of others might be, can be a challenge. A simple conversation between son and parent can be very enlightening. Whether we are aware of it or not, what we say, how we say it can impact on someone else, and we may never know just how that conversation will play out over the years. It is when one day you are chatting and the off spring says something, that resonates with you. You react to the statement, and of course, the two of you are sympatico, you agree on the pronouncement… however, the delivery of same is coming back at you or to you in a manner that is not what you would have thought the way it could have been expressed. (“my” reaction)
Honesty IS very important, and expressing One’s true feelings and thoughts IS what is taught, but some how another important ingredient has to come into the mix. Awareness of the feelings of others, and that not everyone deals with life the way we do.
A dear friend that I share the “passion” for creativity with saw my picture (shown above) I don’t usually name my expressions, because I find that when I do, it confines it to MY thoughts at the moment.. and limits its potential. I could pick it up and work on it again, altho’ I seldom do that.. except I am learning.. this technique, requires working in stages because I prefer to let the medium dry on its own. I digress.. this is not a how to on painting, when “possum” saw it, she came back with… is this about the 7 new planets that have been discovered…. totally foreign to me, never crossed my mind, but her words, were like WOW.. oh I like… she gave me a totally different perspective with her simple “reaction” to my post to her.
All of a sudden, my expression took on new life for me.. and now when I look at it, I wonder where it came from… who did that, and what were they thinking when they did it..
A gift we all have, is the ability to communicate with others… how we interact, and how we accept, retain, and use the constant flow of information and ideas… is a wonderful, complex and amazing part of life.
We are each and every one of us, unique in our own way, appreciate and learn from the information that comes our way, and always, do your best to maintain a positive outlook.
Life is beautiful, and so are YOU.
Oyashikiri
Rustic charm in a big château built along the Ottawa River on the Quebec side. I meant to go back and take a picture of the main door under the covered driveway that protects passengers as they arrive and drop off their luggage etc. but forgot, it had been cloudy with rain, and there were times it was just too dreary. Not to mention busy with people arriving and leaving.
It was a seasonal late February day, the huge majestic stone fireplace was beckoning visitors to sit around the lounging area, and relax. I enjoy the crackling of a roaring fire, the area was lit in such way that the dancing flames were merrily putting on a mesmerizing show for all of us who had succumbed to its many charms. Huge, the fireplace had huge openings in different direction, so that no matter where you were seated, you could enjoy basking in its glow.
With that pleasant memory firmly planted in my noggin, I’ll head out into the colder brisk air of March 2nd. and run errands.
Thank you to all my wonderful friends, near and far…. for your kind words and support, you are rays of sunlight in my world. Your caring warms my heart, I appreciate each and every one of you.
Oyashikiri
Montebello, Quebec,Canada
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