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"I decided to accept as true, my own thinking."
                                         -- Georgia O'Keeffe

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“It’s never too late to have a happy childhood.”
--Tom Robbins

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"There is no use trying," said Alice,

"one can't believe impossible things."

"I dare say you haven't had much practice,"

said the Queen. "When I was your age,

I always did it for a half hour a day.

Why, sometimes I've believed as many as

  six impossible things before breakfast."

 

-- Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

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"The greatest thing a human soul ever does in this world is to see something,"

wrote art critic John Ruskin.

"To see clearly is poetry, prophecy, and religion, all in one."

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2007 begins with the long awaited and cherished affirmation of recognition (and grant monies!) from the Kentucky Foundation for Women to enable "The Face of Unseen Things" exhibit to tour; beginning January through February at the Kentucky Appalachian Artisan Center in Hindman.

I delivered it myself!  I have also been able to use the gift of unseasonably mild weather here in November and December to take my first photographs of 2006... despite the physical challenges (ok, PAIN) these turned out quite well - some of intense personal significance, and others that look to be the beginning of a new series of "Twilurne" images... now all I have to do is manage to stay out of chemo, and I foresee some interesting developments both in the production of images and sharing the work with more people.

I am so grateful.  To everyone who has supported me and these photographic images that are so important to my life, and, mainly, to still be here on this beloved earth and walking well enough to get back out in the cricks and hollers.

 

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“Everyone sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of his heart,

and that depends upon how much he has polished it. Whoever

has polished it more sees more — more unseen forms

become manifest to him.”     (Jalal-Uddin Rumi)

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21.mar.06

I LOVE THE BRITS!!!!!

Fairies Stop Developers in Their Tracks

http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,2-1881612,00.html

more symmetry, as I have just returned from four days and five nights in beautiful fun-filled private oncology ward room receiving what is beginning to look like my traditional near-death-and-rebirth ritual spring blood transfusions... Hematocrit down to 3 (should be 40+) this year, but now back to 23 thankyouverymuch...  and what a kick to find this news item waiting when I got home!

later, y'all.  Happy and Blessed Equinox to ye. 

Simply. Too. Stubborn. To. Die.    (since 1995) 

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7.mar.06

i find myself 50 years old today. Not bad for someone given a 50% chance of surviving 5 years in 1995... ah, symmetry.

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26.jan.06

going through photos tonight, i came across another river horse... big black dream horse, all flamboyancy, all buoyant emergence from water, head on, heads up!

it's in the gallery, under "Kelpie Comes."

these scans are not the quality of the original image, but take a minute, just look, and your brain will resolve things for your eyes. 

take a minute.

as i did, you will learn to change the way you see.

i've also added images to my Whimsies series. Unlike the moving water images that I take on faith, the whimsies are things i see in Nature that make me smile. They seem to appear more often when i am in the meditative state that results in the Unseen images... maybe i'm just paying better attention then.

maybe they are fairy gifts.

some times i wonder if these images develop over time, emerge out of the prints like polaroids... i find things, like this kelpie horse tonight, in pictures i've had for years, but never really SEEN before.

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23.jan.06

tonight, there be magic here.

do you know the feeling? I hope you do. For me it often seems to come when least expected, when, in fact, I have nearly begun to expect it will never come again.

Or, perhaps, when I have simply become too involved in my own navel to see that it is here all the time.

River Horse 

It is utterly amazing what can be right under your nose and yet invisible. But oh the utter delight of the Moment of Cosmic Duh!

It turns out to be that everything in this book might be right. Not on faith, not by dogma. The literal truth. We Create. We Manifest. We Are what we Think. We Become what we Believe. But you have to Let it go.

When you pay attention, look back, look at the Big Picture it's there, so clearly. Connections snap, and it all comes into focus, a great puzzle.

River Horse

A piece of healing art I did a decade ago to pull myself out of the fear of dying from cancer and back into the joy of life. Water, horse, movement, sky light...   years later revolving into photographs, unexpected light images of horses in moving water, in blowing sky.

River Horse

For twenty five years I bred horses, my passion, my living art, until the cancer came and took that away.

The warp and weft of my life. Disappearing and reappearing... Or is it of my lives? How far back, how Big the picture?   ...water, horses, Pisces Woman...  who remembers that the horse was given to mankind by Poseidon, God of the Sea.

And laughs, thinking about that word "remembers"

 

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 15.jan.o6

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[we begin with a comma for Richard, who began it all for me]

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so, ok, I admit it, I'm a Pisces.

[insert pause here for extensive internal argument about which direction to proceed...]

Have been my whole life, in fact.

I've ebbed into the exultant and flowed back into the mundane with peculiar regularity.  Prose poem. What is that, exactly? The contradiction that terms my existence, perhaps.  "Fool the left brain," they teach in the arts. Present yourself a conundrum to shut off the incessant chatter of thoughtoverridingthoughtforthoughtssakeTHINKINk in the search for your cowering creativity, a means of releasing what should never have been caged...   Fool, the left brain.

 Man’s mind stretched to a new idea never goes back to its original dimensions.  -Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr. (1841-1935)

...the brilliantly energized font of fecundity that is the young painter who couraged the creation of this website... wants me to blog. She accepts no trepidation on my part, even though the term seems to me more descriptive adjective of my (frequent) position at rest than active verb...

but, by goddses, is there an artist alive who can resist seeing their words in print, some little ego stroke of recognition from the world, be it imaginary, real, cyber, or other? Those goddses know we rank-and-file creative types had little enough support this last millenium.  And it was the Piscean Age at that.

Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months.     -Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)  

Humanity... may be on more of a thousand-year alteration cycle. Now there's a thought: mankind as God's decor. One does have to wonder if the Deity might be considering redoing the den.

The resonance of Earth (Schumann Resonance) has been 7.8Hz for thousands of years. Since 1980 it has risen to over 12Hz. This means that 16 hours now equate to a 24 hour day. Time is speeding up!     - Gregg Braden 

I've recently been accused of being cynical, which is probably true in the interstices of my constant credulity. I do believe that Earth Changes, that the words of the ancestors are no less wise because they are ancient, nor even when they are brought into fashion. What modernity considered irrefutable when my learning began these few decades ago has been overturned not once but several times. My personal observations daily lend more and more credence to what I was taught to disbelieve, and       

                               

There are nights when the wolves are silent, and only the moon howls.        - George Carlin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

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Foreby, she hath entered the state of blog. Be there dragons here?