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Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Venus, goddess of beauty and love was probably the first pearl...

* The Birth of Venus by Sandro Botticelli, to be birthed from a shell, while the nymphs of desire and their wind gods gathered around, they probably wondered how such beauty and love could come from the castrated genitals of a man? The gods gave us a good lesson when they turned a son's hatred for... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, May 6, 2008

The Story of Creation through the eyes of Michelangelo

*The Creation on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, (1508-1512) Michelangelo was a a simple sculptor whose best work was done with chisel and marble. He even stated on more than one occasion, "the only fit subject for an artist is man." He didn't paint or sculpt trees or marvel at mother nature, but... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, May 5, 2008

In love, it is almost always the woman who embraces the man's territory...

not vice versa, Story of Hippolyta, an Amazon Moon Maiden and Theseus, her King, she knew only a life of self-sufficiency and independence, and he knew none of these, but still he swept her out of her world into his, although loving him was forbidden by Amazon law, she followed her heart even though... Sign in to see full entry.

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Take time to be friendly - -

Don't be a crab!!!!!!!!!! It is the road to happiness Take time to dream - - It is hitching your wagon to a star Take time to love and to be loved - - It is the privilege of the gods. Take time to look around - - It is too short a day to be selfish. Take time to laugh - - It is the music of the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, May 1, 2008

Clay is the closest thing to divine when sculpted into art, ..

This is a three headed abstriaction sculpture, of man, woman and child: My sculpted heads always come to my rescue, saving me from impassable and despairing years. and I sculpt them with gratitude and awe, and everything else that matters, they help me concentrate on the now and here, and don't mind... Sign in to see full entry.

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Waiting Inside...I protest my isolation but protest is a mark of my defeat,

even as I write. Being a victim, I am an accuser. Being human, others feel my fallen weight upon their thoughts and are oppressed - - so I am, their guilt unlike mine and unrelated and without hope in it of change for me. Guilty, my oppressor and I go separate ways though we could relieve ech other... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Uplifted by Angels...

I pray to be a celestial artisan, that my soul sprinkled with passionate thoughts of God's love, when I'm tired, let their angelic wings fan me with healing energetic breezes, light my eyes with the lamps from God so I can see what is right or wrong, bless me with "celestial" knowing, wit, wryness,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Something hangs in back of me...

Aphrodite I can't see it, can't move it. I know it's black, a hump on my back. It's heavy. You can't see it. What in it? Don't tell me you don't know. It's what you told me about - - black inimical power, cold whirling out of it and around me and sweeping you flat. But, what if, like a camel, it's... Sign in to see full entry.

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Telling our stories...

the fox came very evening to my door, asking for nothing. my fear trapped me inside, hoping to drive her away but she sat till morning, watching. at dawn we would, each of us, rise from our haunches, look through the glass and then walk away. did she gather her village around her and sing of the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, April 26, 2008

Hidden Justice...

This is my forest now, this Christmas cactus, stretching out leaf after leaf, pink blossom after pink blossom. This is where I'll go to breathe and live in darkness and sit like a frog, and sit like a salamander, and this is where I'll find a tiny light have my vision and start my school - - in this... Sign in to see full entry.

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The Passage of time. Down here on the third rock from the Sun, self-expression is our genius and we must not be talked out of it.I enjoy using pictures and writing to speak for me. I especially enjoy letting others revisit their own lives when reading mine and looking at my photo's.

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