Progress! Look at the excited little man on the pillar.

June 18th, 2012

Say goodbye

June 18th, 2012

Another flying soul, who no longer flies.

"I found you laying near a tree, I folded up your wings. Oh little bird you never heard the song the summer sings. I wrapped him in a sweater I wore in winter, It was blue. Oh little bird you never heard the song I sang to you" (memorized poem from first grade yearbook published for deceased classmate)

 

 

Leah and her Seafoam. :)

June 13th, 2012

Freedom Day and the story of the Robin

May 28th, 2012

It’s Memorial Day, school is closed, classes are canceled as the campus is diserted of people. InJoy of the silent space within I walk up to Melchers, our campus art studios and find this young one as is.

She is right by the doorway and obviously frightened. Taken back I kneel and inquire if she’s breathing as ants are beginning to crawl closer. I confirmed that she is breathing. I sit beside her for a while and begin to sing. I offer the songs to her that she may know that we are one and the same… in source, in spirit, in love, in light. Her eyes become droopy and I sense that she feels that no harm will come to her. I pick her up and she lies in my lap for a while.

I notice that the tree next to us has a nest in it.

“Is today your first flying lesson?”… “Are you ready to to fly free?” This is a big day and a big embarkment for this soul. I was going to keep her close by the tree but she refused. Her energy boosted as she hopped out of my lap and down the campus sidewalk. I sat there for a while and just watched her hop down that path. I felt like a mother as I wondered if she would be ok? I trusted that because she was just as connected to her source, that she would be guided and taken of. We all are if we can let go and fully trust in our hearts and in our knowing. She hopped to the end of the path and at that end, her mother robin flew in right beside her.

The mother stayed right by her side as they both hopped into the grass and out of view. In that moment, I saw myself as that bird. So scared to fly, yet so distincting printed with pure love on my chest, in my heart, knowing that I will always be guided back home, back to the mother spirit, home, source when the time is right. I choose to come here but I didn’t understand what was going on. So I froze and stopped flying. I cried, What’s going on, why I am I here, what is this all about, why do I feel so wierd in a body?” But, it was when someone(s) loved me enough that understood and said, it’s ok, you can fly, remember who you are, in the silence, in your heart. You volunteered to come here… to remember your source, that you are source, that we are source, light, and to share this glorious knowing in much much JOY! It wasn’t supposed to be difficult or frightening. So, it was when someone(s) loved me enough, and held me close to their heart, in the silence, that I melted and began to remember who I was, who we are and the glory of it all. In that rememberance I discovered my wings and continued down my path in love, in joy, in… peace… untill the mother and I were once One again. ♥ In much Much Gratitude – OM SHANTI ♥

reawakening

May 23rd, 2012

Today after class I went downstairs to get my backpack.  I was walking out and looked at the fabric box sitting by the door.  A certain gray fabric caught my eye and I thought again about that poor moth, on display in a box for all to see.  When a few of us looked at the moth yesterday you could see “blood” (it was very red and today was brown after drying) drops that came from it.  Today in class Jennifer said that the wings were open, and no longer laying on his side.  It was looking to me like someone had moved it, because the paper wasn’t in the same area.    I thought about that moth as I looked at the piece of fabric and grabbed a board.  I was thinking about putting the fabric on the board and preserving the moth.  Before I got that far I took the cloth up to it and laid him/her on it.  I liked how it looked.  Leah had come in a little later, while i put the moth in my hand.  During all that time it hadn’t moved.  I took a few pictures of it in my hand and while talking to her about how bugs/critters don’t bother me to touch, it started to move.  First it was a couple legs and then the wings started to vibrate.   I had never seen that motion before.  We looked at each other and the only thought that went through my head… what is it doing??  Here I am, holding a moth i thought had finally died, and it started moving.  But the most amazing part was when it took off!  It flew, and flew for some time around that area.  Professor Driess and Emily saw it too. I took as many photos I could of it in flight. The door to the outside got opened and out it went.  Not flying as well as healthy moths, it landed on the walkway a couple times.  Then after another rest it flew again, up towards painting studio (heaven) and I no longer could see it.  I went up there to look around to see if it landed and stayed somewhere but could not find it.  I was in shock to have this moth take flight right from my hand.  I was also very pleased.

This is the type of moth our little friend is.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antheraea_polyphemus

Its legs were even curled under

his cute little face

still before he moved, but closer

finally got a pic after the realization its flying

He floated along the wall

This moth is really flying!

Before he flew away for last time

 

Energy of Moth

May 22nd, 2012

Moth:

Moth teaches sensitivity to touch, smell, taste, intuition and physical/spiritual awareness, along with heightening sound and vibrations in this world and in others. Moth aids in the metamorphosis of your being. Which stage are you currently in; egg, larva, chrysalis or flight? Moth will help in each transition and show how to adapt to the new surroundings. He will teach you to find your own light as a beacon in the direction you should go. It is time to pay attention to your feelings to clarify your movement and discern what is real and not. Are you listening carefully to verbal and non-verbal cues,to what is and is not being said? Are you sensing the world around you? or sensing too much? Moth will teach how to be still, rest and listen and balance your being. In finding your own light clarity in the moment of darkness will be found and your sensitivity to Spirit increases.

http://www.starstuffs.com/animal_totems/dictionary_of_insects.html

Good reference for your art and for those who have fallen in love with the wonder of life <3

Trapped Bird: Energy of Cardinal

May 22nd, 2012

The trapped bird is a cardinal:

Cardinal:

Cardinal Medicine renews vitality in life and returns joy, brilliance and balance to the mind, body and spirit. He awakens spiritual transformations, intellectual insights and heightens intuitions and perceptions. Cardinal aids in manifesting dreams and ideas by focussing intentions where it’s needed. He adds color and balance to life and demonstrates that everything you do is important. He aids in understanding and helping you find your own song in life. Are you doing what needs to be done or should be done? Pay attention to your diet. Are you eating balance meals; too much or not enough? Cardinal can teach moderation in all things and can help in finding a healthy balance of physical and spiritual. Do you have enthusiasm for a project or idea? Are you voicing your ideas? Are you listening carefully to others and your surroundings. When you listen to Cardinal’s lessons, he will teach you strength in creativity and productivity with discernment and balance.

Jean Tinguely

August 19th, 2009

This gem, a self destroying sculpture by Jean Tinguely in 1960, issues in the world of the happenings.

Marcel Duchamp

August 19th, 2009

Andre Breton’s seminal exhibit, First Papers of Surrealism, resulted in this installation by Marcel Duchamp.  Dated 1942, it is considered the matriarch of installation art.mile of string

A new take on this exhibition is contemplated by John Vick in his 2008 essay,

A New Look: Marcel Duchamp, his twine, and the 1942 First Papers of Surrealism Exhibition.