Buddah

This photo does not paint an accurate picture of this Buddha. I will try to paint the picture with words. 
Imagine it is night and there are bright stars in the sky. You are in the back seat of the car and pull up to see a house and a sculpture of Quan Yin that is about eight feet high. That's nice you think. You knew you were going to see a Buddha and it is nice that it is a female goddess. She is pretty tall and she is standing on a rose colored lotus flower. Then as the car rounds the building a giant white Buddha fills the sky in front of you. The Buddha glows in dark New Jersey country side,  there is no room in your mind to be anything but awed. Behind the Buddha are tall poplar trees and you can see just the tops of the trees behind the head of the statue and beyond that stars. At the feet of the stature ten to fifteen people are sitting in silence. As they end their meditation, rather than talking, they look at one another and smile. You smile also, that is all you need to do.

last nights feast

Oh my, dinner last night turned out great. I got this new book from a friend called, Indian Home Cooking by Suvir Saran and Stephanie Lyness. It is a lovely book and I am amazed by Suvir's ability to remember foods he had as a child, where he had them, and how he felt about it.

Out of the book: I made lemon rice using peanuts instead of cashews and I turned a khitcheree into a dal by omitting the rice and from my own imagination I made a broiled fish which was marinated in olive oil, turmeric, lemon and sea salt. We ended the meal with chocolate bars and clementines. I enjoyed the meal and looked forward to left overs when I woke up.

In the beginning of the cook book Suvir talks about the kitchen in his home as a child being a sacred place. I have always felt they way about the kitchen. When I was a child it was the place I learned math: in how to measure to double a recipe or to divide it, it is the place I learned science, while holding the thermometer for my mother as she made candy or learning what air and speed does to egg whites.
Today I scrubbed my kitchen and burned incense It is the place I commune, create and nourish my body. Today I love and thought of making my dinner in the sanctuary of my home.

grounding

I am all up in the clouds today. I am looking for birdies and day dreaming  and...oh was that a birdie.
 long pause...........oh yeah I was writing. I feel tired. I could go back to bed but we are dealing with empty cupboard and I need to acquire us some dinner.

It is a myth that artists are best when aimlessly floating about. I was talking to a friend instead of watching Rachel Ray today, and now I am not sure what to do because I have no routine and again am trying to do fifty things at once. It is already one o'clock. 
I would like to set some new creative goals for today.
1. Replace the recycle box with something attractive.
2. Frame the Beer pictures for the kitchen
3. practice the guitar.
4. Make my home clean and beautiful.
5. Make something fabulous for dinner.

Friday Morning

Good Morning. Me and the hubby are off for the weekend. We are going to go to places I have never seen before. As an artist, I love that, just like my poem about being lost, when I go somewhere new my senses are awake and focused for all the new stimuli.  As one of my art teacher's used to say "You've got to fill the hopper." What the heck is a hopper? you say. Well I will tell you, from Wikipedia:

• A general term for a chute with additional width and depth for temporary storage
• Part of a combine harvester 

I hope to come back with a full hopper.
As for my current creative work, yesterday, I made a home made card and envelope for my friends wedding. Then I went to the green in the middle of the city and watched the squirrels play, while I was watching them, I imagined what there voices would sound like and gave each a personality. Funniest part was when three of them found a treat at the same time. All of the sudden they went separate directions and put there backs to one another so they could be greedy alone.
Cheers I will see you when I return.
Spring

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patterns

I hung a Ganesha today above the front door shoes. I began working on the Ganesha when a doctor told me I would loose my unborn child. I began the piece when I was still pregnant, and finished it after I lost my daughter at 23 weeks.

Hung in my home across from the Ganesha is a mirror. I made the mirror years ago. The mirror also made in a time of struggle, has the same spiral pattern that is in the back ground of the Ganesha. I did not realize this until I hung the Ganesha next to the mirror that they both have rich blue spirals.

When I decided on a background for the Ganesha, I was thinking about; The Starry Starry Night by Van Gouh (shown above). Did Van Gough have a broken heart when he made these spirals as I was, when I created mine? As I made the spirals I remember feeling comforted and calm, both times.

What do symbols that are repeated in our art work telling us about our subconscious? I would think somewhere, someone else is making a rich blue spiral and it is not a sad moment but a moment of holding together until the next curve.

Album Blog: Love Don't Wait

Album Blog: Love Don't Wait
I am excited for the new album MF is a light source.