Posts Tagged ‘birds’

Nest

Wednesday, June 19th, 2013

nest

oil on canvas

off on a tangent

Helping, Fixing, Serving

Service is not the same as helping. Helping is based on inequality, it’s not a relationship between equals. When you help, you use your own strength to help someone with less strength. It’s a one up, one down relationship, and people feel this inequality. When we help, we may inadvertently take away more than we give, diminishing the person’s sense of self-worth and self-esteem.

Now, when I help I am very aware of my own strength, but we don’t serve with our strength, we serve with ourselves. We draw from all our experiences: our wounds serve, our limitations serve, even our darkness serves. The wholeness in us serves the wholeness in the other, and the wholeness in life. Helping incurs debt: when you help someone, they owe you. But service is mutual. When I help I have a feeling of satisfaction, but when I serve I have a feeling of gratitude.
Serving is also different to fixing. We fix broken pipes, we don’t fix people. When I set about fixing another person, it’s because I see them as broken. Fixing is a form of judgement that separates us from one another; it creates a distance.

So, fundamentally, helping, fixing and serving are ways of seeing life. When you help, you see life as weak; when you fix, you see life as broken; and when you serve, you see life as whole.
When we serve in this way, we understand that this person’s suffering is also my suffering, that their joy is also my joy and then the impulse to serve arises naturally – our natural wisdom and compassion presents itself quite simply. A server knows that they’re being used and has the willingness to be used in the service of something greater. We may help or fix many things in our lives, but when we serve, we are always in the service of wholeness.

–by Rachel Remen, from Zen Hospice (May 29, 2000)

Tuesday, May 8th, 2012

While my time is for the most part currently usurped by our transition from one home to another, I have been able to do a drawing or sketch here and there.

This is a study for a painting, titled “Listening Fence”, the idea came from a dream I had, although in the dream, the figures were more angst and the heads were ended before the eyes start. that still could happen I am undecided until I start the painting.
I may change the composition a bit, depends on my intuition when I begin the painting.

This is also a sketch/study, the idea of being rooted. I may take that further…

I drew it on a piece of card board, that is all that was around at the time.

May 19th, the “Barbie as Gendered Object” exhibit will open at the Ann Street Gallery. If you live in NYC have a look, there you will see “Pucker” among other altered Barbie beauties.

I have been forcing myself to not spend too much time in the yard. In Calabasas the roses are in full, glorious bloom and are so lovely and fragrant. I do adore a cut flower and will be planting roses in Ojai for certain. If you are new to this blog, I am moving from Calabasas, Ca to Ojai, Ca. Both locations have their merits.

On the kitchen table, yellow beauties:
and on the living room coffee table, pretty in pink:

I tried to feed the birds by making these orange cups from a recipe I saw on pinterest.

I do believe that they ate the whole thing including the string 😀 inside, peanut butter, oatmeal, sun flower seeds and bird seed.

Thought I had a very sick pug on my hands, turns out he is just an old man :b

This is a pic of our house going up for rent May 15th, looking for good tenants~~

In the back, a bit of an oasis:

A lovely covered patio area with grill.

Its a little cluttered with my many plants which I will be removing soon. The house is in a safe and quiet neighborhood. We love a Mediterranean style house and have eleven contented years, but times and needs change 😀
That is bout it for an update, I hope to be creating a lot more soon.

The art of Gardening, collage pots

Tuesday, April 5th, 2011

The weather has been perfect (well a little too hot) so I have been spending a lot of time planting and gardening and doing yard work. I love the physical activity of it and the cropping, grooming and shaping of plants and trees, it can be artistic or at the least it requires a good eye. The temps have been in the low eighties so by noon I break, but I have been going back out as the evening approaches, its been drawing me more than painting which is not usually the case. The local nursery, one of my all time fav destinations, always has the most beautiful collage pots (dang I should have taken some pics) and I marvel at how there never seems to be any down time with the natural growth of the combined plants, I mean, mine go through phases of, first planting where there is space between plants and then removal of plants that did not take the transplant, then dead heading etc. any way, mine have down time when the pot dosn’t look so great, I guess I need to keep honing my gardening skills. Gardening just lifts my spirit and gives me a sense of satisfaction.

I love pin wheels, and I found some adorable small ones at the dollar store and they add pretty bits of color to the collage pots.
The bird bath has been attracting the sweetest little yellow and orange finches, I adore them, I’m thinking about getting a bird house and a feeder…

I tried to capture in one shot some of my recent activity:

after I finish gardening today I will be painting with my pure pigments from synopia. Its so much easier and effective painting with pigments that don’t have a bunch of fillers gunking stuff up.

Red Confetti and watermelon birds

Monday, March 7th, 2011


and it reminded her of a dream I had conveyed to her last year, which I think I wrote about here, wherein I saw watermelon birds and I was going to do a painting with them but I never did. I don’t know how to write poetry really, I mean there probably is a structure I should follow so maybe this is prose. Or maybe its just bad writing. But I like it and I may tweak it a bit here and there when I feel fresh.

I then remembered I had started fashioning a form which I never completed so I decided it was a good time to finish at least one.

The back of the bird is my favorite part