Where tears fall

What is life ? Birth and death one from flesh one from spirit. Human life goes on no matter in which order it comes,young or old we die.
I am coming to terms of losing my life creator my Mother. Her beauty has waned her spirit is weak. A fragile shell is what exits now, how cruel our bodies can be by are eating it's self.
A weak vessel the body is, the spirit is the fighter. Enduring searing pain to see just another moment. Generations we seek to live, creating another form of ourselves, hoping each one will be better than our self's. This is how I see life, now that my life creator is entering the realm of ever lasting peace.

Great Grandmother and Great granddaughter my heritage speaks it's native tongue our spirit names have not been given to the young one yet.

Blooming Color

Blooming Color
It's name says it all. Beautiful primary colors in encaustic medium.I enjoy expressing myself as an artist with encaustic medium I like the finished look of ceramic tile.
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BLOOMING COLOR

Blooming Color
It's name says it all. Beautiful primary colors in encaustic medium.I enjoy expressing myself as an artist with encaustic medium I like the finished look of ceramic tile.
http://www.etsy.com/shop/johnniebelinda

I have wings free forming
Butterflies,and angels
I do see
Bursting colors
My eyes do see
Delighting in reds, teal and dreamy greens
merriment I do feel looking upon this painting in which I created

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If today where to be the last goodbye

If today where to be the last goodbye.
How would I feel?
There have been no resolutions.
Mother and daughter as we are.
I call to say how much I love you.
Can I be of any help this day.
I try to find happy memories from the past, where are they?
There are so few.
I know once the last last goodbye is said they will come rushing in like a flash flood tormenting the land.
Eroding all the bad that was in it's wake.
I wish I could be a little girl again.
Looking up from your lap into your eyes.
Seeing merriment once again in them.
To hear your voice strong and sweet like a song in it's self.
My hand in yours so small and weak.
With our hands together I feel your love.
In the last goodbye
Your lap is to weak to bare my weight
Your eyes are longer filled with merriment ,but pain
your voice weak and brittle like a fall leaf
Your hand small and weak in mine,I love you Mom is said in that hold.

Yes my Mother is still here in the living, yet she stands at deaths door.She Say's that big angel while be there to take her. She dreamed of it once, it told her it was not her time. She said it was the most peaceful sensation she has ever felt to be in it's presence. She had a dream the other day where her family, mother, father, and four sibling where gathered in a room she was not it yet she knew her presence was in it. She knows her time is near. To walk through the door of death. Into world of light filled joy where she will once again will sit upon a lap,see her Mothers merry eyes,sing songing of her voice,her hands once again in a loving hold

TIME IN ABOTTLE ABSTRACT ART YOGA STYLE FEEL THE ZEN

In art never say what what you created let the viewer tell you what they see.
lesson learned here. This series was created out of a feeling of being trapped. I created this abstract series depicting figure in bottles, thinking I saw them as being all BOTTLE UP. My viewers saw figures in yoga poses, others saw figures in vessels like the Greek art.My motto ask what they see before I explain my muse.

Casting Party

Having fun with friends creating lasting images in time by making lifecast. Susan is a proud owner of her bust which she will paint at a later time. I love having my friends and their in my studio to create art.

We mediatate before starting our creative journey,we let the universe guide our hands giggling and oo and awes abound.

Thats fun with friends.