Abandoned Art

spent this rainy day making a little journal

to abandon....

What Once Was

(image source: unk)

"there are ruins in each of us. a place where

'what once was' lives on like an echo..haunting

the landscape of our lives with its weathered

foundations. abandoned..scavenged..and dismantled

by time..the ruin is the holiest place in our heart.

it is the ways in which we have been broken that

have earned us a place to stand. it is in our life's

absences that a wild longing is born. this ruined

place is a temple in which to worship..to throw

down our grief and our forgetting..and praise

what remains. after all..these remains are the

evidence of how greatly we have loved and 

they should be venerated as the legacy of

survival that they are."

~ toko pa turner

A Borderless Land

(image source unk)

 

"there is a stand of undeveloped jungle.. a place

of indigeneity within each of us..that can never

be domesticated. it is a borderless land..beyond

personality and convention..even beyond thought..

where pure creativity arises. like the signature

song of a tropical bird..the spiraling of an

arbutus tree..the evening scent of a jasmine

bush..there is an essence in each of us intended

to be expressed. few make the trek into this

creative wild..because the path requires great

vulnerability. to come into our true originality..

we must surrender the layers of numbness we

use to protect our hearts"

"many take the path well worn..but they are only
given a half lived life. to those willing to brave
the unknown path..the dark thicket.. a
remembering of love..magic..and purpose
returns. there is a wild woman under our skin
who wants nothing more than to dance until
her feet are sore..sing her beautiful grief into
the rafters..and offer the bottomless cup of her
creativity as a way of life. and if you are able
to sing from the very wound that you've worked
so hard to hide..not only will it give meaning to
your own story..but it becomes a corroborative
voice for others with a similar wounding."
~toko pa turner

Remembering Ourselves Home

 

(image: free people)

"with her beguiling beauty..eros will possess you.

she is a singer and a dreamer..whose elements are

mystery..magic..and earth. her voice isn't pretty..nor

is it sweet..but rather scorched with honesty. and

when she sings..the ache of being alive rattles and

resonates deep in your bones. it's with her raw

passion that she pushes blood into an idea..and

makes it dance. her home is in the wild..and she

speaks the language of all untamed beings. she

is the animal body..both fierce and graceful..who

moves with the rhythm and sway of the soul." 

The Gift of Simple Moments

i am thankful... and humbled... to be able to see and feel the things most people have forgotten...the gifts of simple daily moments....softly given....

these aged eyes still watch the sun rise to the score of bird song...see the beauty of leafless trees...and constellations in the morning's frost....

hearing coffee pouring into my cup...the crunch of grass beneath my feet...the wind dancing brittle leaves tornado like around the yard...

and the memories....the memories....

today...as always...i whisper to the wind the names of those i carry in my heart...and pray they be kept safe...and healthy...and well loved...

And on this day of giving thanks...i send blessings to each of you

happy thanksgiving

The Light

a hard lesson 

to learn

Trying To Be A Hero

trying...

Hello Story...It's Me

this cathartic journey is

completed

Hello New Day...It's Me

again....

Hello Earth...It's Me

righting....

Hello Breath...It's Me

again...

Hello God....It's Me

hello glass window...it's me

hello god...it's me

 

supplication

supplication

supplication

Hello Hurt....It's Me

broken + broken =

hurt

:(:

Hello Fears....It's Me

always

always

always

Hello Lost....It's Me

truth....

Hello Lies....It's Me

bent from the weight of

lies...

Hello Angels....It's Me

i do...

Hello Sad Song...It's Me

over

and

over

and 

over...

Hello Past...It's Me

why....

Crap.......

didn't even get started good on

this carving when my carver slipped

caught my pants and broke the shaft

lucky to have lost enough weight

that my jeans are super baggy

resulting in no blood involved

lesson learned....

Hello Depression....It's Me

:(:

Hello Heart Shaped Hole....It's Me

hello....

Hello Muteness....It's Me

Hello Chaos...It's Me

bird murmuration on crack

yep

Hello Bipolar....It's Me

 truth be known...

most days

Hello Thoughts....It's Me

this is the sort of stuff

i wonder about

(...faulty wiring)

Hello Silence...It's Me

 

breathing quietly 

in the silence

 

Hello Mom...It's Me....

i miss her...

Hello Prayer Tree...It's Me....

there is a weight to

unanswered prayers

i carry

that weight...

Hello World....it's me....

beginning

hello world

it's me.....

Ooooh That Smell......

coffee dyed the

pages and binding of

my new journal

the studio smells

wonderful

#jonesingforacupofjoe

Tired

this covers a lot of my life

but today 

i'm just tired

spent yesterday cleaning out

my storage buildings

disassembled my work bench

in one...rebuilt in the other

weather finally out of the 90's

ready to play in

sawdust

Sez Who???

sez who???

we are not

second class citizens

#hellno

Nuff Said.....

'nuff said

Veijo Rönkkönen Sculpture Garden

i LOVE this....

https://theculturetrip.com/europe/finland/articles/recluse-dies-leaves-behind-hundreds-of-secret-sculptures-in-finland/?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=facebook&utm_campaign=092018reclusefinland

makes my attempt at a

sculpture garden look pitiful

but i'm trying

My Armor

completed spread

"if you'd killed my body

you'd have done me a favor

but you killed my soul

and there's no remedy

for the pain"

 

i curse my armor

daily

New Yard Art

i've wanted to make these for

a while but where i live its

been crazy hot this summer

got these done today with the 

weather in the 90's

hot hot hot

Something's Fishy

'nuf said.....

One Day At A Time

completed spread

 

i take

one day at a time

it's the best i

can do....