Suzanne Bean

Longing

2012-02-10T19:12:00.000-08:00

Pencil on paper
11" x 14"
2012

2012-02-07T14:54:00.000-08:00

I feel my mind jumping around like a steal elephant,
chained to the past that seems to open up a wound that I felt was buried.

You who knows not,
I think,
yes, it is my thoughts,
only my thoughts,
that keep my confusion alive.

The trees that I walk amongst,
do not speak of such things,
only the movement of wind circling,
caressing,
leaving them only when it is meant to be.

My mind wants to blame the past,
but when I really see,
I know that the turmoil was always been there,
a subtle action of another can make it look like it comes from outside forces,
but it has always originated from myself.

Oh, to know this deep within myself,
the past falls away.

Now I can walk among the trees,
breathe in and breath out,
without it meaning anything.

Sweet Sweet Sleep

2012-02-06T14:15:00.000-08:00

Sweet sweet sleep calls me,
into the silence where human drama has no key.

I enter into the softness of myself,
guilt falling to the floor like a silk robe.

I step outside of me,
into the "I" who knows only peace.

Sweet sweet sleep brings to me,
a gift of love without conditions.

I am alive in this quiet stillness,
only to feel the truth of my existence.

Girl with the Pearl Earring

2012-02-05T14:40:00.000-08:00

I watched the movie "Girl with the Pearl Earring". I loved Scarlett Johansson's face and the story about Ver Meer's life.

pencil on paper

11" x 14"

2012

A tree is Not

2012-01-30T11:04:00.000-08:00

oil on canvas

30" x 48"

2012

Untitled

2012-01-30T11:03:00.000-08:00

oil on canvas

16" x 20"

2012

2012-01-26T09:23:00.000-08:00

It is in each breathe that I walk with you,
slowly I engage in a thought,
then like a butterfly it floats away.

I see you,
breathe you into a world that is full,
ripe,
and new.

Transformation,
transmutation,
our love,
now lingers,
in a butterfly,
gracing this earth without force,
only like a silent whisper,
do I feel you within.

I am inspired by hope filled tears,
like a tropical rain,
there to clear me of sorrow,
and bring that fresh smell of leaves to linger within my being.

You speak to me in many voices,
I feel you in many words,
but it is only in the silence that I truly know you.

Without hesitation,
I jump naked,
into your arms,
knowing that this life,
without love,
would be a barren landscape of business suits,
thinking to much about love,
instead of letting love move into our hearts,
a place where logic has no home.

Boulevard Magazine

2012-01-14T16:14:00.000-08:00

This portrait is being advertised in Boulevard Magazine.

Victoria, BC

David Lynch

9" x 12"

oil on canvas

2009

2012-01-12T16:09:00.000-08:00

Without notice,
a leaf falls to the ground,
on my feet,
I stand before you.

I notice,
the gentle touch,
as you just sit,
quietly,
while I look down upon you.

I look at you,
with more detail than before,
seeing every curve,
every line upon your skin.

I see you,
beyond,
this world of tangible assets,
your essence speaks to me,
beyond the distance shores,
where the sun burns my skin,
and you were alive.

I see this leaf,
in front of me,
gazing intently,
I see you,
laying before me,
each curve,
each line upon your skin,
and I smile,
for I know that you are here with me,
in this leaf,
in this moment of oneness.

New Portrait

2012-01-06T12:43:00.001-08:00

oil on canvas

16" x 20"

2010

A Message for 2012

2012-01-02T20:17:00.000-08:00

Be love,
let all else go,
trust in this process of opening your heart.

Be love,
look to everything in your life as a gift,
lift yourself out of hate,
and see the beauty in all.

Be love,
see the person in front of you,
as a friend,
even if you have to fake it at first,
know that planting a seed of love,
this true feeling will eventually grow.

Be love,
and know that the past is gone,
and only this present moment can lift you beyond.

Be love,

not only for yourself,

but for this world.

BE LOVE!!!!
And then all you will see is love.

2011-12-30T16:25:00.000-08:00

Ravens call out
amongst the trees,
joy bounces within my heart,
knowing the mystery of life is here within me now.

I feel excited for a change,
a death of some sorts,
a resurrection from the dark part of my heart.

Trees echo this joy,
grounded in the flesh of the earth,
reaching to the heavens,
only to touch my own divinity,
nothing else in particular,
no value that is measured in gold.
Only this moment that speaks louder than the past.

2011-12-29T17:22:00.000-08:00

I am slowly moving,
watching the trees,
speaking in a language that is spun in harmony with angels.

My feet step much more lightly than before,
as my inner grace paints in moments of multi-colored rainbows.

So you dance with me,
under a sky full of stars,
my thoughts smile at you from a distance
that is no longer miles away.

I dream in movies created from the heavens,
my skin is the softness of angels collecting clouds.

I lay beside you and touch sweet love,
you take no life,
but your own feelings,
melt me into a waterfall.

Be with me,
lay beside me at the mouth of the ocean.

Strip my skin of the wounds that cover my soul,
bath in me as I will with you.

I seize this moment,
even when mud is thrown from strangers.
They do not understand,
love,
like it truly reveals itself.

I lay beside you,
now,
lifting not a finger to change anything,
knowing who you are,
without conscious knowing,
all is revealing itself.

A moment catches my attention like the wings of a butterfly,
taking me into the night and showing me galaxies of unspoken languages
that only my soul can speak.

You are my Muse

2011-12-28T17:41:00.000-08:00

My mind glides on the surface of the ocean,
riding the waves of forever,
feeling the flow,
soaking in the universal power.

We are one.

I am free,
in truth,
in voice,
in loving.

You come to me and
speak of nothing at all,
but I listen with each breath.

I relax,
wisdom rises,
without words,
even with unspoken tones,
my radar feels you in the night,
lingering safely in each moment.

You are no longer far from my heart,
but sit quietly in the centre,
knowing only the silence.

Rumi

2011-12-23T21:03:00.000-08:00

My heart
pulled itself apart
and filled to the brim
with a new light.

~Rumi

Love shows me the way

2011-12-23T15:08:00.000-08:00

Love finds me,
among the ashes of my existence,
sobbing,
feeling like a child.

My vulnerability is even new to me,
virgin,
embracing all my faces,
I let love enter.

Love finds me,
a crack lingers like an egg ready to let a baby bird out into the world,
I breath tears of hope,
of love,
of everything.

My fragile being,
naked,
laying in front of me,
love reaches out,
touches,
gently caresses.

My heart has shattered into love,
I breathe in union within this foreign land,
I sit quietly,
watching as love changes me.

Lovepoem

2011-12-18T20:42:00.000-08:00

I think of love,
only my thinking,
in any moment is not love,
for then love flies into the night sky.

This love is lost,
now that I walk in fast stepping shoes,
love only moves when my voice sings,
when my body moves.

I sing to you,
lovesongs,
opening to the wind that coats my heart
like sweet milk chocolate,
only with the taste of purity does love enter.

Today I feel free,
open,
flowing in any direction,
no restrictions,
love becomes me.

I will sing to you,
be moved to you,
open to you,
only now is this a lovepoem.

In living color

2011-12-09T21:13:00.000-08:00

Self portrait
colored pencil on paper
9" x 12"
2011

Revealing

2011-12-08T18:27:00.000-08:00

The whisper of silence calls me,
beckons me into a waterfall that takes me,
into a cave of nothingness.

My first thought,
these thoughts,
keep this silence hidden,
underneath this calm exterior,
a rushing storm calls him forth.

I've been taken,
raptured into the many peddles of the lotus,
touching me,
into the melting bliss of purity.

You see me,
like no-one.
You know me,
like the darkness that can surround this mental chatter.

I am calling you forth,
energy coiling up my spine,
into swirling vortexes,
you sit within my being,
calming this storm, but letting go of any control.

I surrender to you,
the love that is all,
blending,
moving,
freely allowing you to enter.

In this silence,
you are here with me.
I need no explanation of our union.
Only the sweetness that melts my mind into nothing.

The Path of Love

2011-11-19T20:18:00.000-08:00

Everything in life is a gift,
if we only chose to embrace it.

I wonder while walking through open doors,
the path of love that breathes its way into my heart.

Only thoughts that expect a positive outcome,
will take me into love.

I am free to feel very inch of my existence,
loving in every way.

When the inner matches the outer,
everything I see is my reflection.

I focus my sight,
bring attention to love.

Love takes me,
everything else is an illusion.

I smile for no reason at all

2011-11-12T21:46:00.000-08:00

Among the ashes of my mind,
the I walks away,
unharmed,
awake,
seeing only the gift of my existence.

I mingle with both inside and out,
as one,
without a stone wall to divide this life.

A dance,
to dance this world without perfection,
where perfection is unspoken.

I wake up to this movement,
that is always there,
if only I say hello.

My story is no longer a story,
tears are in sunshine
and heat is in cold.

I walk silent,
watching as this gift unfolds,
showing me every last intimate detail.

Breathe,
breathe in all the smiles and all the frowns,
together as one,
allowing everything in life to be a gift to be cherished
like
I am no longer attached to a story,
but am embracing each experience with complete appreciation.

I smile for no reason at all.

The Poet "Rumi"

2011-11-09T19:29:00.000-08:00

"A great silence comes over me,
and I wonder why I ever thought
to use language."

~Rumi

Autumn - Falling Inwards

2011-10-20T13:37:00.000-07:00

My Heart Blooms

2011-10-20T13:36:00.000-07:00

New Portrait

2011-10-20T10:26:00.000-07:00

pencil on paper
11" x 14"
2011

Dancing out of Darkness

2011-10-18T09:23:00.000-07:00

pencil on paper
11" x 14"
2011

Self Portrait

2011-10-13T09:26:00.000-07:00

Pencil on Paper
11" x 14"
2011

Under the Surface

2011-10-09T12:39:00.000-07:00

I feel something wanting expression,
a voice of my soul birthing in twilight hours.

I linger in this feeling,
not pushing or pulling,
allowing,
sitting still,
quiet solitude gently graces my presence.

I can feel the stirring,
bumping into myself,
letting me know without thoughts.

I'm here,
looking within,
saying, in thinking,
be with me,
play in straight lines,
but this equation no longer works.

I'm imbalanced,
loaded like a 9 millimeter gun,
pointing,
backwards onto myself.

I, myself, this soul,
speaks, sometimes,
in a language I can't comprehend.

I want to grasp the words,
the essence of myself,
but this world only pushes me away.

I will be with myself,
walk away from the world,
walk into a forest that has many hidden treasures.

I sit, watching, lingering,
breathing deeply,
fearless while visiting,
catching myself when I want to run away.

I sit,
watching and not watching,
knowing and not knowing,
this feeling that will fill me with more of myself.

Open to Love

2011-10-05T21:14:00.000-07:00

I know,
a memory that has a name,
but is now unspoken.

He is now like a season,
once experienced,
but now falling below the earth
like the sun.

I look off into the distance,
a sunset that speaks in hues of yellow.

I am no longer,
the women,
weeping for what was never meant to be.

My feet are pointed forward,
washed by the clear waters.

I have released,
opened my heart,
and now love enters.

A new addition

2011-09-23T15:08:00.000-07:00

Very cute!!!
oil on canvas
14" x 18"

Deconstructing Suzanne

2011-09-17T22:45:00.000-07:00

I see for the first time,
a thought in time that dangles by a thread.
A button sewn,
onto a shirt that was never mine.

I notice for the first time,
that my breath was never honest.
They took the air,
forced it through a ventilator that I never knew was attached.

I walk silently for the first time,
uneven steps,
falling into myself.

I witnessed myself in the mirror for the first time,
who are you?
The question seems arrogant,
but I see something, someone,
myself without them,
without any foreign matter,
clinging,
to my bones.

I speak for the first time,
choking on few words that make no sense.
I open my mouth wider,
water falling,
outside myself.

I see myself for the first time,
using nothing to cover,
anything or something.
Now, after, between, forever,
I witness what myself could never understand.

Me.......... without a label.

Girl on a Swing

2011-09-16T16:35:00.000-07:00

This image reminds of childhood days when nothing was important, but
everything was an amazing adventure.

pencil on paper
11" x 14"
2011

A New Addition

2011-09-10T20:55:00.000-07:00

I do love drawing baby portraits. Very sweet!!!
My latest commissioned portrait.

Untitled

2011-09-01T14:51:00.000-07:00

oil on canvas
24" x 30"
2011

Wild Voices

2011-08-26T20:30:00.000-07:00

Voices beyond,
into,
within,
my motionless body.

Begging me to begin,
to end,
to destroy,
my life that has been so hard to rebuild.

Ravens,
black voices,
knowing that something,
isn't what it seems.

I sit,
gathering my thoughts,
putting them away,
into baskets of sins,
apples that have been bitten.

My voices,
these voices,
echo from the past,
tell me I'm worthless,
fat,
ugly,
stupid.

Wild voices,
now,
I know,
I see,
I listen to these voices,
knowing,
the darkness is only the absence of light.

I now tame these wild voices,
into a wildness that is free.

St. Ann's Academy

2011-08-26T20:20:00.000-07:00

pencil on paper
11" x 14"
2011

2011-08-23T20:44:00.000-07:00

On this night I see no other,
only the wind,
lingers like his breath on my back,
he is looking,
but without eyes,
I see nothing of him,
only a sense of oneness.

A direction,
with no finger pointing,
this way or that,
I only feel him,
knowing that he is there,
blinking,
yes and no,
this or that,
good or bad,
makes no difference,
just a another path.

I step away from him,
knowing that he is still there,
and always will be my breath,
a lingering memory,
an ocean of clouds that covers the sky for eternity.

Intersection #2

2011-08-17T09:14:00.001-07:00

oil on canvas
9" x 12"
2011

Intersection #1

2011-08-17T09:13:00.000-07:00

oil on canvas
9" x 12"
2011

Untitled

2011-08-06T15:04:00.000-07:00

Underneath the surface,
something scratches its way out.
Walking in a way that reaches,
beyond my logic,
soaking in the foam of past memories.

No, this is something new,
something alien,
reaching,
grabbing me,
taking me under,
into,
myself.

A journey,
a new voice,
an expression of Self,
that leaves me defenseless.

I am solitude,
I am silence,
I am only an experience.

New Drawing

2011-08-06T14:38:00.000-07:00

I've started drawing again. Funny thing, I have this new love for architecture. The lines, the forms, the value feels so logical, but I do love the way each drawing takes me deep within myself. I love the focus and concentration, how time seems to move through my fingers with ease and grace. This drawing took about 3 hours. I love the circular shapes that this structure gives to the space. Every time I create, I feel a new part of myself emerge into this world. What a wonderful experience.

The Many Hues of White #11

2011-07-30T16:00:00.001-07:00

acrylic/oil on canvas
24 in x 24 in
2011

The Many Hues of White #2 - Revised

2011-07-30T15:59:00.001-07:00

oil on canvas
16 in x 20 in
2011

The Many Hues of White #1 - Revised

2011-07-30T15:58:00.000-07:00

oil on canvas
16 in x 20 in
2011

And angels call.....

2011-07-28T22:51:00.000-07:00

Under my breath,
a voice speaks of love,
and angels call......

My mind chatters away,
until I make it my friend,
I entertain my notions,
while under intoxication,
but now I know I've been drunk,
a sobering quality to my thoughts.

I smile at myself,
for all my projections,
for my fears,
the honesty of my voice,
warms me.

Today I awoke,
and angels call......
me into the day of my life.

I have known for awhile that no one can be,
my happiness,
I can only lay in the warmth of my heart,
and angels call,
me into love.

A wing touches me,
moves my thoughts into the sunrise.
I know that a sunset will come in time,
but my witness just laughs,
soothes me,
hugs me,
freedom of judgement,
the ice melts
and I am free.

Today when I awoke,
and angels call.....
I slowly awoke,
like a drug that moves you into unknown places,
my eyes are open,
I see myself,
in you,
in me,
in everything,
in everyone.

Every turn,
moves me,
changes me,
and angels call.......
whispering so softly,
you are home,
so spread your wings and fly.

2011-07-23T11:04:00.000-07:00

There really is nothing to hold onto,
whatever was before,
listens no more.

My feet,
each step is fresh
and
free of thoughts that only cast rocks on my path.

You see,
I no longer see with my eyes,
only my heart guides me.

"The Art Line"

2011-07-19T22:51:00.000-07:00

Today I officially became owner of "The Art Line". A company in pursuit of art and artistic teaching. My intention is to bring classes to people who love to explore their creativity.

I'm just developing my website and will have it up and running soon. A new schedule of classes will be available in the near future.

I look forward to meeting new people and sharing learning with all.

Gala Night

2011-07-17T21:09:00.000-07:00

Art in life.
Life in art.

Dressing up for an amazing Gala
held by Halo in Victoria BC.

Orange dances through me

2011-07-13T21:08:00.000-07:00

oil on canvas
24 in x 30 in
2011

Our gift

2011-07-11T22:04:00.000-07:00

I have felt so much pain,
each experience tares me into small pieces,
the wind gently takes them,
I let tears fall,
apart.

In my darkness,
I feel a gift,
jump through me,
from an unknown place,
I dance,
into my life.

I could drown,
through myself into,
myself,
but a golden light,
takes me,
into a spark of inspiration.

I dance,
now,
in this moment.
I dance,
inside myself,
then outside my feet move.

My gift,
to dance,
to show the world,
all of me,
to allow my pain,
to be,
in your eyes,
our connection to this world,
that sometimes shows no mercy.

I feel Love

2011-07-09T22:32:00.000-07:00

Life is so busy,
lining streets of smiles,
cast upon my inner world,
a feeling of love.

I see with an eye that only I can feel,
I love you all,
even when you cast an evil glance my way.

I find a way,
inside my heart,
to know you,
to really see you.

You do not scare me,
for a know your scowl,
is only a wall,
built to protect your fragile heart.

It is not love that hurts you,
but the illusion of love that seems to cloth itself,
in false ideals.

I look at you,
if only for a moment,
I hug you in my heart,
if only for a moment.

Then,
only then,
do I truly love all of you,
with love,
the love that knows you,
even if you don't know yourself.

He lingers with me

2011-07-09T21:53:00.001-07:00

He sleeps in my heart,
laying,
knowing,
lingering in my mind.

He smiles in my breath,
deeply,
knowing,
lingering in my memory.

He talks in my words,
wisely,
patiently,
lingering in my voice.

He is in me,
soul,
mind,
body,
lingering is my love for him.

The Square of Orange

2011-07-04T19:10:00.001-07:00

oil on canvas
16 in x 20 in
2011

The Heartbeat of Orange

2011-06-30T09:42:00.000-07:00

oil on canvas
24 in x 24 in
2011

New Home for some of my paintings

2011-06-29T10:04:00.000-07:00

Untitled

2011-06-25T14:45:00.001-07:00

Untitled
oil and acrylic on canvas
9 in x 12 in
2011

A message from the Angels

2011-06-21T23:38:00.000-07:00

You are soaring into the heart of humanity.
You are freedom in a breath of an unwritten song.
We love you completely.
All is well.

Take your time,
be present,
feel the joy,
love all of life,
be still,
be quiet,
love him,
love yourself.

It is all good.
All of it.

Taste it,
feel it,
love it,
nurture it.

Be at peace,
feel it all.

Life is a gift,
so explore all with an open heart.

You are one with all.

Open House at Keta Trading

2011-06-19T20:24:00.000-07:00

Sandy - owner of Keta Trading and myself

Me and two of my paintings.

Negation of self

2011-06-18T22:58:00.000-07:00

Swirling around in my head,
   I wonder if it is possible to be
   me and not me.
I stand as a blank canvas,
   only the possibility of actuality
   or something of who I think
I am.

I surface,
   only me,
   my uniqueness comes,
   becomes,
   knowing from the depths,
   but never to touch the bottom.
I soak into my oneness,
   which really is humorous to say,
   as oneness,
       is not me.
Swirling around in my head,
is only a butterfly of a thought
wanting to land.

Open House at Keta Trading

2011-06-16T11:41:00.000-07:00

Keta Trading is having an Open House this Saturday, June 18th from 3pm - 8pm. I'll have many of my painting for sale, so if you would like to see some of my work up close and personal please send me a message at suzanneb11@yahoo.ca for directions to the party.

Please follow the link for Keta Trading on the right side of my blog to have a look at other wonderful items that are for sale. This is a great opportunity to support local artists!!!!

Much love,
Suzanne

Feel the Earth within You

2011-06-14T21:42:00.000-07:00

Paintings - The Many Hues of White

2011-06-14T21:41:00.000-07:00

The Grass is Greener

2011-06-10T21:58:00.000-07:00

Inside my heart,
the grass is greener,
wind gently whispering,
I love you.

I walk in silence,
in this field,
that is undefined,
in time,
in my mind that silently,
patiently,
awaits your return.

I turn to see,
witness,
a ladybug,
good luck I've heard,
to witness,
to see,
this moment,
without questioning.

I walk in long grass,
each step,
lingers,
enclosing me in a world,
beyond my mind.

The sky is azure,
resting on my shoulders,
as a walk,
each step,
a new breath,
deeper,
into my knowing.

The grass is greener,
inside this quiet space,
of myself.

How may I serve you through my words

2011-06-07T19:54:00.000-07:00

Sadness,
glory,
a heart opens in all the light and dark.

My eyes do not see you,
only my heart knows.

How can I write about a feeling that grabs nothing,
knows nothing,
touches nothing.

Stitches are like words that form time,
but with this feeling of love only timelessness is real.

I do not know how words convey love,
but I can give you all of me,
serve you with words,
so that each sentence is my action into knowing,
no strings attached to this feeling of love.

When I gently turn towards you,
you receive me,
without running,
without an angry word,
you will know love in the silence between these words.

When you can feel the warmth of my being,
within you,
you open and tell me about your truth,
which is also mine,
if I allow myself to see you inside my heart.

A fire burns,
a warmth that is all of you,
glows like myself,
within you,
within me,
the lines blur into the sunrise and sunset of our being.

A beckoning that connects us to this feeling that is only to serve our wholeness.
We are one.
This is how words speak of love.

The Many Hues of White #10

2011-05-28T19:54:00.001-07:00

acrylic and oil on canvas
12 in. x 12 in.
2011

The Many Hues of White #9

2011-05-28T19:53:00.000-07:00

acrylic and oil on canvas
12 in. x 12 in.
2011

The Many Hues of White #8

2011-05-22T20:50:00.000-07:00

acrylic and oil on canvas
16 inches x 20 inches
2011

The Many Hues of White #7

2011-05-18T15:17:00.000-07:00

acrylic and oil on canvas
16 inches x 20 inches
2011

The Many Hues of White #6

2011-05-16T15:24:00.000-07:00

acrylic and oil on canvas

12 inches x 12 inches

2011

I remember you with love

2011-05-15T20:58:00.000-07:00

Today,
I remembered you with love,
the unconditional love that I always spoke,
has never gone away.

I speak to you in the wind,
spirit whispers in your ear,
I love you.

My feelings reach beyond,
my mind,
into my heart,
that is clear and full of love for you.

Happy Mother's Day

2011-05-08T08:58:00.000-07:00

Dedicated to my Mom who has always been there. I love her deeply in my heart.

oil on canvas
12 inches x 18 inches
2010

The Wound

2011-05-06T21:05:00.000-07:00

With the purity of love,

we uncover the wound,

the pain,

our beauty, always

becoming,

who we are,

in honesty,

I know myself,

more than yesterday.

oil on canvas

24 inches x 36 inches

2011

2011-05-06T08:21:00.000-07:00

I am a fly on the wall,
seeing,
witnessing,
everything that is obstructed from your view.

I am,
honest,
in wild abandon,
but without seduction.

I do not fold under your charms,
my way,
is winding around,
within,
your heart.

I drink your blood,
your dna is my DNA,
no longer two,
a fly inside,
to be you,
who are we,
in union,
in unison.

I am a fly,
who witnesses,
knows you,
and completely loves you,
beneath the surface.

The Many Hues of White #5

2011-05-05T11:04:00.000-07:00

acrylic and oil on canvas
12 inch x 12 inch
2011

The Many Hues of White #4

2011-05-02T21:26:00.001-07:00

acrylic/oil on canvas
24 in. x 24 in.
2011

2011-04-28T10:03:00.000-07:00

I touch your hand inside my heart,
a softness lingers into the breath of a butterfly.
Oh, how the lightness skips inside my soul.

You sit quietly watching me,
witnessing my gestures,
caressing my sweetness,
loving me without judgement.

I sense meloncoly,
it floats out behind a closed door,
to open my lost room means to witness more,
to love to the depths of my inner ocean.

You embrace every part of me.
even the rooms that I hold captive behind padlocked doors.

I sit with you,
you want me to be honest,
I want to be honest,
but the fear grips my throat.

You gently unlock the door,
a shadow appears,
you embrace my darkness,
I melt into you,
without shame,
only in pure love do I love you.

2011-04-26T21:07:00.000-07:00

I mimic the wind,
floating,
soaring,
breathing in
and
out,
I focus no-where,
and
everywhere.

You are under,
inside,
surrounding me like a feather that lives within my heart.

I mimic the wind,
so to be,
closer,
embracing a feeling that this physical world can not comprehend.

The wind is you my love,
in me,
in all this unlimited stream of pure potential.

I mimic the wind,
always moving,
touching,
feeling you at the center of my heart.

2011-04-25T12:06:00.000-07:00

I find myself,
in the corner of my eye,
looking inward,
at a sun rising in brilliant color.

I breath for the first time,
then again,
a first,
an infinite regression of first times.

My moment,
a breath that can,
without,
effort,
knowing who I am.

Today,
is only an abstraction,
that I find no logic,
only looking inward,
brings me to love,
brings me to you.

Old painting with new meaning

2011-04-17T06:39:00.000-07:00

When our pain is not expressed then a separation occurs that holds us back from creating what we truly desire. An invisible darkness that needs our attention, so that we can become whole. Open yourself up to witnessing all of who you are, then you will find your true self.

oil on canvas
24 inches x 30 inches
2008

Pastel Sketches

2011-04-13T13:42:00.000-07:00

Pastel and Charcoal on Paper
5 in x 7 in
2011

Surrendering to.......

2011-04-10T16:13:00.000-07:00

I quietly enter,
surrender to you,
in equal measure,
a love that flows in my blood,
gently I call your name.

You lay within me,
surrender to you,
I will,
without resistance,
releasing my needs,
to bring to light,
your pure love.

Behind me,
you stand,
we surrender,
in love that leaves no marks,
I only hear you whisper,
to follow.

Your love is always.....

2011-04-03T22:44:00.000-07:00

My feelings are in my heart for you,
bathing in rivers of unconscious waters,
I do not struggle to know,
you are soft and gentle.

You move around me like oxygen,
filling me up,
but never hanging on.

You are my freedom,
wild winds can toss me around,
but like bamboo I do not break.

My heart only echoes,
you and I,
boundaries lift,
and
I float down stream into your arms.

This river is like blood flowing through my veins,
endless,
circling,
but always fluid,
thick,
rich,
your love is always......

I Dream of You

2011-04-01T22:34:00.000-07:00

Dream into a basket full of apples,
fecundity realizes my mind,
into a harvest,
rich,
decisive,
expanding into an orchid of inspiration.

In my dream,
I grab an apple,
only one,
focus on the beauty,
the skin,
the smell,
the taste,
the sound is love in abstract communion with self.

My beloved dreams at the core,
seeds are planted in lush fields of love.

My dream is no longer a dream,
but the actualization of my love for you.

Born

2011-03-31T17:00:00.000-07:00

Born,
through a channel,
alone,
the light not yet,
shining.

The pressure,
anxiety,
pushing,
leaving the familiar,
into, something,
unknown.

I breath,
alone,
individual.

I witness,
file,
perceive.

I feel,
scared,
object obsessed.

Quietly,
I listen,
I watch,
I touch,
this being that I am.

Spacial Tension

2011-03-31T10:43:00.000-07:00

This piece was submitted to a show in Italy. If it is excepted I will add further details about the show.

pizza box, rosary beads
14 inches x 14 inches
2011

In my heart, I follow.....

2011-03-26T23:42:00.000-07:00

This path,
is not a path,
without footsteps to follow,
darkness covers my vision,
I walk,
my feet do not guide me,
my eyes do not see.

It is my heart,
a feeling,
a love,
that lay within every step.

Only the wind points to me,
speaks of longing,
a new life,
beckons,
without a path,
I walk with my heart,
leading me,
mystery holds my hand.

I sit quiet,
silent,
still,
in knowing that any moment,
change breaths new life into my bones.

I move,
without moving,
the wind speaks,
I listen with my DNA.

I let go,
breath in and out,
knowing you have always been with me.

I now listen,
deeply,
in my heart, I follow......

Inner Revolution

2011-03-24T22:15:00.000-07:00

I created this painting about 4 years ago. It was a breakthrough in how I saw myself and the world around me. My unique voice started to shine through, even though I felt embarrassed to let my truth out. I'm posting this work to show the truth, the wound, the pain that has come about after ignoring my feelings for so many years. I celebrate everyone who has the courage to speak their truth, show their real feelings, and give themselves a voice.

Self Portrait
mixed media, acrylic on canvas
16 inches x 20 inches
2007

Only closed in our mind

2011-03-21T22:14:00.000-07:00

Space opens,
suspended in my heart,
a light flickers,
shines,
in spring days,
embarking,
in robin's breath.

Space opens,
doubt is swept away,
into a field,
that has always been,
never lost in foreign land,
introductions melt,
into,
I never said hello or goodbye.

Space opens,
my eyes are yours,
vision is clear,
embracing,
all and nothing,
energy blends,
mixes,
surrounded by all,
never separate.

Space opens,
but knowing,
space is space,
limitless,
endless,
only closed in our mind.

Listen and Hear Yourself

2011-03-19T16:22:00.000-07:00

Listen and hear yourself,
that quiet voice that beckons you into who you really are.

Only a moment,
will build a bridge,
into the silence that ripples,
across your soul.

Be with yourself,
closer,
you hear,
the truth.

You can't stop,
once you cross,
the magic,
becomes you.

You are the waves,
you are the sound,
you are interconnected,
so listen,
and find yourself.

Inner Revolution

2011-03-16T09:06:00.000-07:00

An inner revolution needs to happen for each and every one to help the world. Our wounds mirror the pain going on in the world, but if we're brave to look within then each one of us can heal our environment. It can only start with us. Be honest, be brave, be who you are. Do something today that is healing, that is honest, and that is love.

oil on canvas
16 in x 20 in
2011

Seeing through the Forest

2011-03-16T09:01:00.000-07:00

In the forest a darkness covers the ground,
I sense the ground beneath my feet,
trust,
I step,
my feet are like cement bricks,
I try so hard,
to know,
where,
I'm going.

There is not a path,
no guidance,
only with each breath,
do I become aware,
alone,
surrounded by life,
it consumes,
breathless.

A branch strokes my face,
awake,
a light appears,
and there in the distance,
something,
I don't know,
silently,
I look to see myself looking back at me.

The forest,
a mystery that only few can master,
a path without a path,
the light becomes stronger,
lighter,
I feel lighter.

My breath,
in and out,
I watch,
witness,
this forest of mine.

I am found and lost,
seeing through the forest,
into the heart of life.

oil on canvas
16 in x 20 in
2011

Contemporary Horizon Magazine

2011-03-15T12:23:00.000-07:00

I have connected to a wonderful Multi-cultural magazine called "Contemporary Horizon". The short stories and poems are diverse and written with poetic honesty.

I have two of my poems being written up in the April/May 2011 issue.

Please visit the blog at http://contemporaryhorizon.blogspot.com. I have added a link on the lower right hand side of my blog.

You will love what you read.

When color dances through me

2011-03-13T12:20:00.001-07:00

I've just started bringing dance into my life, so I wanted to celebrate this new passion through this painting. I have always loved to dance and am now allowing the movement to inspire me to create from a deeper place within. I don't know where dance is leading, but I feel so many creative sparks lighting the night sky with my movement.

oil on canvas

16 inches x 20 inches

2011

Another random moment

2011-03-09T11:55:00.000-08:00

In front of me I hold a simple napkin.

My hands move it, fold it, make it into geometric shapes.

I think of him, while my hands

move in spontaneous motion.

I feel my thoughts touching him as I fold and unfold.

Motion and thought play together,

orchestrate,

randomly dance,

in waters of memories that I make up as I go along.

It has been awhile,

since my mood lived in melancholy land.

I've caged my thoughts so I could bring about some sort of productive action,

but perhaps my movements are like my folded napkin.

I fold and unfold,

thinking that I'm going somewhere,

but all the while I sit motionless,

frozen,

in a time when love flowed freely.

When my actions and thoughts were full of love with him.

Tea with a friend

2011-03-02T23:46:00.000-08:00

We drink tea,

our voices talk over each other,

in familiar banter.

I laugh at the similar ways we know,

without knowing,

our sorrow and pain,

has a ring only two friends can hear.

The tea becomes bitter,

the sweets become sweeter.

We laugh at our insecurities,

fashion covers our truth,

but we don't care,

as we find common ground,

stay individual,

develop an intimacy,

that is not hidden behind masks.

Our friendship is spoken,

through words,

through senses,

through spirit.

We are transformed through the simplest of gestures,

we drink tea and find ourselves.

Almost Human

2011-02-27T09:37:00.001-08:00

This is an old painting made into a new image. I learned that when painting abstract it is a helpful idea to move the image around from horizontal to vertical as sometimes the energy of the work wants to be expressed another way. A friend and I both agreed that this painting communicated its truth when displayed vertically.

acrylic on canvas

24 inches x 46 inches

Sunrise - Sold

2011-02-27T09:35:00.001-08:00

oil on canvas

18 inches x 36 inches

Sold

Natasha Bedingfield - Strip Me (Official Music Video)

2011-02-25T10:52:00.000-08:00

A Moment

2011-02-24T21:34:00.000-08:00

A simplicity of life,

subtle breath,

lingering,

just there,

content,

without holding, grabbing.

A calm breeze,

subtle,

balanced,

evenly,

touching my brow.

Without moving,

movement.

The world is round,

balanced,

even.

Breath deeply,

my brow relaxes, lines erased,

a prairie field, at dawn.

The sun stretches across my pupil,

without end,

forever,

I glimpse.

The blanket,

lay,

quietly, acknowledging my need for a warm embrace.

The cold,

penetrates the stained glass,

lightly gliding across my skin.

I smile,

only for this simple moment,

knowing this is all I desire.

Disclosure - Sold

2011-02-23T17:33:00.001-08:00

I was thinking about the notion of disclosure, disclosing to oneself, to another. When our wound, our vulnerability opens to the world it can feel like everything is falling apart. This painting visualizes the break pointing where our truth needs to have air to breath, where we can voice our pain, be honest with ourselves and remove the shame we have about every feeling we have judged as wrong or bad. When we can truly express all our feelings then the colors of life become deeper, richer, and more vibrant. Now we can create from a truthful place that brings our gifts to the light.

oil on canvas

36 inches x 36 inches