Most of my topic is about gardening. Gardening involves a lot of cultivation that includes my whole being. It’s my way of being creative. Planting a seed and let it bloom is the best part.
Don’t even think that this is Picasso. No siree. My brother painted this originally on a canvass. I challenged him to paint it on my leather jacket. And he did and not doing it again for anybody. I proudly wear this jacket and advertise his work.
My brother and I seems to get along well when it comes to being creative in our own ways. He paints and sends me photos of his work-in-progress. I take a good look at his work, critique and provide my observation. I enjoyed writing about this piece “Hills Where the Lord Hides.”
Me: Beautiful landscape with blended colours that makes us follow the solid ground towards the Hill. Magnifique.
Him: Thanks for noticing, good eye!
Me: One has to really think and feel what the painting is for me, not just the eye. I could easily say something simple which is boring … tee hee
Him: It’s the eye that senses the painting. Then you feel and think.
Me: Not to mention the horizon is stunning that complements the rest of the painting. A cloudless sky and the sun has just set.
Him: Now you have pointed it, yes, a cloudless sky and the sun setting. Thanks.
I wrote a Haiku on this:
My reason for going
Chuck Mangione played to death
Hill Where the Lord Hides
The following day, he told me this piece is SOLD to the highest bidder in Thailand!
Currently, my brother is creating a comic style painting of our family. We are enjoying this activity as he paints from the oldest to the youngest in a huge canvass and I create a blurb. The blurb stays between me and him. Or maybe I will share it later.
This is Dan S. Siglos self-portrait (not Picasso), stepping on a snake. The snake is the symbol of evil. My brother is fearless. The meaning behind this is “Fear No Evil.” I understand what he means knowing what he has gone through.
I shall update and post more of the comic painting next time.
Lies I’ve told my 4 year old recently
- The mole men live in the subways.
- The bird men live in the skies.
- The monster doesn’t actually live under the bed (he’s hiding somewhere else nearby).
- There are 71 flavors of snow, but only 63 flavors of water.
- If you sing enough, you will never grow old.
- Don’t worry, I lock up bad dreams in little cages.
- Every good room has a ghost.
- When we made you, we left part of ourselves behind so you would never be lonely.
- Your shadow knows your secrets.
- Books hide when they don’t want to be read.
- Time moves faster when close your eyes.
- You knew everything, but then you were born and forgot, and now you have to learn everything again.
- Be nice to your brother, he will always be your best friend.
- We’re not lost.
- Moms and Dads never really get lost.
- We know exactly where we’re going.
Memories found in my Facebook written by Kiki.
What lies have you told yourself lately?
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Give me an A Give me an R Give me a T The “Earth” without ART is just “EH”!
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Why do we so often find ourselves in the same position as St. Paul? “What I do, I do not understand. For I do not do what I want, but I do what I hate.” via Temptation
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Somewhere in Vancouver, atop V.G.H. Thrift Store, a graffiti of someone fishing for ❤️. Well, at least it caught my attention.
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Cut on the dotted line. Spread the love. 4 cards to 4 special someone OR 4 cards to one special someone. Compliment of my favorite cartoonist at Metro Ani Castillo.
A blank piece of paper is transformative. Look at it and you can repurpose it by splashing colors of broken lines to circles. White is an absence of color and black has too much pigmentation. There are only three basic colors: red, yellow and green. What do you see?
On a busy street of West 12th and Granville, I see cars with its tailpipe spewing exhaust gasses; he sees dragons breathing fire and brimstone. Is his mind broken? No. Or is my imagination eschewed? Yes.
Lots of things are invisible, but we don’t know how many because we can’t see them. What we see are the good and the bad, the rich and the poor, the saint and sinners. With him, he can only see the goodness of others as they march by.
For other people, his life has turned up-side down. With that thought in mind, he literally took the word, reinvented the meaning of it, applied it to his last name and no matter how you read it up or down, it will always read SIGLOS.
So, what is the purpose of life. There is no single purpose. We just have to keep repurposing our talent and be of service to all.
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Who am I? In response to Eerie
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I’ve never seen his face Nor anybody around this day But He touched me For this I traced every bone of his face Guided by my hands, heart and soul. Face of John the Baptist on a platter.
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Thou shall not steal, thou shall not lie, thou shall not cheat.
“Now, no matter what the mullah teaches, there is only one sin, only one. And that is theft. Every other sin is a variation of theft. Do you understand that?” […] “When you kill a man, you steal a life,” Baba said. “You steal his wife’s right to a husband, rob his children of a father. When you tell a lie, you steal someone’s right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness. Do you see?” […] “There is no act more wretched than stealing, Amir,” Baba said. “A man who takes what’s not his to take, be it a life or a loaf of naan…I spit on such a man. And if I ever cross paths with him, God help him. Do you understand?” (3.29-34)Credits: Red Kite Runner ~ oil canvass by Allan Chow
The Kite Runner: Khaled Hosseini
I hope you don’t mind me addressing you on a first name basis, Neil.
Your commencement speech to the 2013 School of Visual Arts graduation ceremony is entertaining with so much wisdom and advice not just on art but life in general. The graduates were laughing so was I. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.
You may call me, Perpetua.
There is part in the speech that I find fascinating, compelling and disturbing. Allow me to quote you:
“When things get tough, this is what you should do: Make good art. I’m serious. Husband runs off with a politician — make good art. Leg crushed and then eaten by a mutated boa constrictor — make good art. IRS on your trail — make good art. Cat exploded — make good art. Someone on the Internet thinks what you’re doing is stupid or evil or it’s all been done before — make good art. Probably things will work out somehow, eventually time will take the sting away, and that doesn’t even matter. Do what only you can do best: Make good art. Make it on the bad days, make it on the good days, too. “
You may call me, Perpetua.
Before I continue, please pardon me for intruding. As an esteemed artist, I think highly of you.
You see, Neil, I am thinking of the cat that exploded. Translating that in my mind it goes: Dead Cat – make good art. Death – make good art, Anxiety Recording – make good art, Suicide – make good art.
I am in a very tough situation. There is a funeral going on in my brain. My nephew’s friend committed suicide. This bothers me. A lot. They grew up together, studied at the same school and graduated. My nephew just turned 25. She must be the same age. Young. Too young to die. This is so close to home.
What I want is to make good art out of the recording from her heartfelt experience of illness on anxiety. I tried writing it in a poetic way, but, I don’t have an ounce of artistic mind. The purpose is to use this as a tool to educate people.
This is the transcript of her recording five months ago.
On My Anxiety
I am cut to the core by a beast I can’t control. Not cut as in my wrists, as in my legs because, you know, that beautiful woman next to me in the Psych ward does it there.
The beautiful woman in the coffee shop a 5-minute walk away, which is 5 minutes too long of a walk when you’re depressed, ornaments her arms, her legs with deep and close bloody gashes. Gashes that I want to bandage with love and heal, but “I have too many problems, I think, I don’t know how to help you.”
Nonetheless, I am cut.
Cut by the words of people who don’t understand what it is to live with a demon inside your mind, your chest, your shaking hands, and your body that is wretched and dried out from all your tears and is so nervous that you have to pray you are always near a bathroom because even your insides don’t work properly.
But, of course, you don’t really pray. Not by this point at least. By now you know if there was a God you would be better, that none of this would have ever happened.
If you don’t see the stigma against mental illness then you probably don’t have it or you’ve never used the internet or stepped outside.
You’ve never had to write a heartfelt resignation letter to end a job only to be eliminated from the workplace silently without any acknowledgment of your soul-bearing words.
You’ve never had your own family tell you to suck it up or not dwell on things so much.
Do you think I WANT to FUCKING DWELL on the things I dwell on?!
Dwell on the fact that I would rather have suffocated myself to death than have attended my Grandma’s 75th birthday because there were gonna be too many people there.
Dwell on the fact that I’ve had to stop seeing all my friend because I’m so anxious.
Dwell on the fact that I can’t see my in-laws without feeling nauseated by my anxiety.
I cannot SUCK IT UP!
Not just that, I can’t do anything except unexpectedly write poetry at 3 am and this has only happened through a careful balance of Lithium, Clonazepam, Abilify, Olanzapine, and Zopiclone.
If those sound scary it’s because they are.
It’s scary to have your brain need to be invaded. To experience the world drugged. To experience the world drugged and still want to throw up at the thought of having to attend a social function.
Andrew Solomon writes on depression and says: “If you said to me, you have to have acute anxiety for the next month; I would rather slit my wrist than go through with it.”
If you’re looking for a way out there may not be one.
Suicide is so seductive. I almost gave up. Almost walked through that exit.
But I’m still here.
Here because of support. Here because of that place. Because of the psych ward that they only seem to ever let you know about when you’re at the point of actually killing yourself.
The ward is full of some of the nicest people you could ever meet but they’ve been so hurt by the world they can no longer function.
We are there because we feel too much. Hurt too much. We are sponges for negativity, depression, anxiety, schizophrenia, and more.
It’s taking drugs, love, support, and money to recreate myself.
To pull myself away from that place where your sob to your husband, plead with him to let you die because your anxiety is so bad, so bad you can’t take a breath without feeling the tight know of pain in your chest, the French brain in your stomach, the shaking of your insides, the hot tears streaming down your face.
Not everyone pulls away from that. Some of us are gone forever.
Unfortunately, Neil, she did not make it.
With my nephew’s farewell note to her, I played with it to read like poetry.
Like a quake in an ocean
A Tsunami of emotion
Waves upon waves of memories
Come flooding back.
I had a feeling that last conversation
and parting hug would be a while until the next.
I never imagined it would be our last
of this life until ‘The Next’.
Well my Friend, rest peacefully.
We can catch up once we meet.
How can I make good art on this? Can this be written in a poetic form? Or should I just leave it as is? What do you think? At any rate, your comments would be much appreciated.
With warm regards and respectfully yours, Perpetua.
A disciple confessed his bad habit of repeating gossip.
Said the Master wickedly, “Repeating it wouldn’t be so bad if you did not improve on it.”
~ Anthony de Mello, SJ
To attain Knowledge, add things every day.
To attain Wisdom,remove things every day.
~ Lao Tzu
Is your bucket list similar to this? If not, what’s in your bucket list?
source: Joanne’s Inkee Fiddlings
We all have needs and children require more needs than adults. Children are all special.
Looking at this photo not knowing who drew it, I would say it’s very well done, much better drawn in comparison to me. Having very little creative brain, I can learn from the artist, drawn by a child, a special need child I heard. Who would know?
As far I am concern, this is a child with special talent. Definitely a child’s drawing with special needs; education.
After Labour Day is first day back to school, unfortunately it’s not going to happen due to ongoing dispute between BCTF and government. I can only hope that the children will receive all the need they can while school is out of session.
When it comes to promoting Dialogue, I keep my eyes on art and media.
Working previously in an advertising agency, it opened my vista to the wonderful world of communication with very few words using art. Words for me can get in the way. I choose my words. The softer the word the better. Simple words preferably. It’s interesting to learn new words every. I subscribe to a word a day and learn new vocabulary. But for what purpose? The word is only useful for me if it’s life-giving and to bring awareness.
Shhh…. look, just look and listen to what I am showing you. What thoughts and emotion are starting to form in you?
Can you hear? Can you hear your own thoughts? Your own prejudice?
When you speak, what language do you use? What I mean by language is not the word. It’s more than words. Do you say the truth, do speak love, do you resonate kindness?
Do you see what I mean? It starts with yourself, family, friends and to the outside world. If you keeps your eyes wide shut, what is the point of having a vision?
It happened, still happening. Not just at school, not just in Canada, it`s everywhere, it starts in you. This is not to scare you. This is to learn from the power of media.
I’m but a human,
a leaf, a bee, a fish,
a ripple in the surface of still waters,
I’m mainly water,
crushed by risk acceptance,
new science of fakes,
deciding that life’s unique beings,
are just percentiles…
the political – scientist can do without,
leaves, bees, fish,
Me and You alike,
Poetic thought by George-B
And I would like to add that deep inside of us, we have a heart and the colour of our blood is the same.
I stumbled on this poem due to a slip of a finger using iPad at Sound Cloud by George-B. George has a wide selections of classical music that I go to his site to listen while I do housekeeping or while I write. Thank you George for allowing me to share your poetic thought.
Relics are mementos. It could be a piece of rock or objects of personal nature that was left behind. There are plenty of these souvenirs at work.
A brick from the demolished old building and replaced with a more elegant structure.
A century old brick used on roads.
What I enjoyed looking at is the old school chair and a rock because they are a work of art. These are relics converted to art.
The artist stands beside these artifacts and I work with her.
As from bed you lumber
bleary from slumber deep
know joy in the morning
enjoy your day, come what may, I say.
Comment received from: northernwhisperer91, Thank you.
“We had better share our bewilderments. By hiding them from each other we should not hide them from ourselves.”
― C.S. Lewis,
Artist Pascal Chesneau won the David Shepherd Wildlife Foundation 2014 Wildlife Artist of the Year award for his stunning Transparence Elephant sculpture.
Three ways I interpret this art work:
- An elephant in the room
- The vanishing animal
- Endangered species
It’s no big surprise that he won the award not just his artistic ability and it’s an excellent conversational piece with so many meanings.
What does this mean to you?
What emotions arises from you?
What are you hiding?
Update: National Geographic News June 16, 2014 ~ Elephant Satao: Monumental Lost
English: I love you.
Pilipino: Mahal Kita
or Iniibig Kita
How do you say it in your language
or another language
Yo te amo
‘yoh tay AH-moh’.
“For me, personally, it’s not about creating something that looks like a photograph, which is often a moment in time, rather, I want to create work that connects with people and provokes an emotion whilst also being pleasing to look at.”
“I was struck by the closeness of these Barbary macaques to each other and spent a long time watching this couple, pondering the relationships they have and how similar they can be to our own. I want people who view the work to reflect back upon themselves and remember a time when they had the same intimacy and closeness with someone, be it a parent and child, siblings or partners. For me, it’s especially about that intimacy between two individuals where no one and nothing else exists in that moment. The softness of fur embodies the tenderness between them but also protection from the jagged rocks and the outside world. I want to show how feelings for someone special can often help see us through difficult times.”
Artist Colin Prestage created this incredibly tender portrait of two monkeys hugging in a piece called Sticking Together.
“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.” ― Pablo Picasso
An artist brought the Social Studies curriculum to life by reading a variety of legends and showed her own collection of Aboriginal masks to the Grade 4/5 students. She modelled building the mask using poster board, paper mâché, glue, rice paper and paint to decorate the mask.
As the students learn the Aboriginal culture and create their own Aboriginal masks, they make the subject come alive through their own creativity. The project also helps stimulate an interest in other cultures that enriches the students. Art projects give students the opportunity to embrace self-discovery and to make meaning from the world around them.
Aboriginal Paper Mache
Realize that we as human beings have been put on this earth for only a short time and that we must use this time to gain wisdom, knowledge, respect and the understanding for all human beings since we are all relatives.
“ka-kí-kiskéyihtétan óma, namoya kinwés maka aciyowés pohko óma óta ka-hayayak wasétam askihk, ékwa ka-kakwéy miskétan kiskéyihtamowin, iyinísiwin, kistéyitowin, mina nánisitotatowin kakiya ayisiniwak, ékosi óma kakiya ka-wahkotowak.”
Class of 4/5 at Bayview Elementary School. The students are learning about First Nation culture. This project helps stimulate the children’s interest in other culture by integrating Social Studies, Language and Arts.
This one of many masks that are on display at the lobby of the Education Centre.
For the month of April, some of the letters in the bulletin boards are about whales, bears and dragonflies. These animals stand for respect, cooperation, kindness and courage. The students wrote what they think regarding the nature of things.
What the children wrote is based on the circle of coexistence and cooperation of nature. It is a partnership of students, teachers, staff, elders and families in the community. As a community, they can learn what these animals can teach them in life.
Letters are not enough, the children worked with their hands by creating papier-mâché which is more fun than writing, in my opinion.
“Tell me and I forget, teach me and I may remember, involve me and I learn.” ― Benjamin Franklin
Mine likes to ZZZZZZZZzzzzz.
Penny for your thoughts?
Artwork by : Robert Black
“Woman, why are you weeping?”
Mary Magdalene heard someone talking to her as she stood weeping outside the tomb of Jesus. She did not recognize the person at all. She thought he was a gardener.
Then Jesus said to her, “Mary”.
When Mary Magdalene heard Jesus called her name, this is the time that she recognized him.
“Do not hold on to me, because I have not yet ascended to the Father.”
Mary Magdalene is the first person that saw and spoke to Jesus since he died.
This is the reason I chose Mary Magdalene as my gravatar. I am hoping that one day I will hear Him call my name and hoping you will hear Him call your name as well.
Wishing you all a Blessed Easter.
I want to remember as much as possible
the events of my life be it pleasant or
unpleasant as long as I can. There are
times that I want to remember less.
Someone told me instead of remembering,
remember to forget. And I ponder about this
and what came to mind, sooner or latter
a time will come, it will happen without even
having to remember.
The area that I work is an artsy place from paintings, photography and sculptures. One particular artwork is very interesting and is in full display at a street corner. Surprisingly enough, the sculpture has maintained its integrity. It’s about the love for three different animals: a horse, a monkey and a dog.
These are the friends of Emily Carr and she loved her animals.
“I sat self-contained with dogs, monkey and work; writing into the long dark evenings after painting and loving everything terrifically. In later years my work had some praise and some successes but the outstanding event to me was the doing which I am still at. Don’t pickle me away as done.”
Look into my eyes. You are falling deeply in love with me. Look into my eyes.
I am perfect to fall in love with. We are meant for each other, forever! You are mine! You cannot resist me for you are just totally in love with my soft fuzzy adorable body. Feel me, touch me and love me. You will do as I say.
The Grade 1 and 2 students at VSB made their own “Splat” with black paint and chalk pastels. Using toothpicks they gently dragged the wet paint away from Splat’s body to create his fuzzy fur. Heart shaped doilies were added for a finish touch with “artist’s” name written on it.
With lots and lots of love and fur balls, Happy Valentines, Love from a colony of Splats.
Working for the school board, the children are the treasure in my line of work. One cannot help but fall in love with them especially when they come to show and tell what they learnt at school to our offices. They are priceless.
Once upon a time, my dream house will have a library. The library will be filled with wall to wall and top to bottom room full of books that I collected over the years. And then I discovered the joy of going to the library. I ended giving away most of my books to goodwill and kept the children’s books.
I never outgrew The Little Prince, All things bright and beautiful, I like you because and The man who planted trees. These books have taught me more than any self-help books that I’ve read. Besides, I love the pictures. It is true that pictures say a thousand words and I can create a different story just by looking at them.
Image source: Jemima’s Journal
Being Friday and end of January 2014, draw yourself a happy face.
He never received formal art training. A mix of luck, ignorance, curiosity and delusions of adequacy somehow allowed him to start earning a living by drawing pictures before he even reached twenty, and thus abandoning a promising career as a cook for a lovely Mexican joint. – See more at: About Kosta
Sketch by: Kosta Kiriakakis
Last week of school, the children came to the Board for show and tell. They show us, tell us, and perform for us what they learnt at school. We all look forward to this special event. Working at the head office, we hardly get a chance to see the students. Instead they come to us.
They came to post on the bulletin board their art work of Hanukkah Fingers
They decorated the Christmas tree with plenty of angels and sang Christmas songs in French. These students study in a French Immersion Program in one of the Vancouver public schools.
Lord Byng has a group of students that plays string instrument. They, too, came to perform for us. The Lord Byng String Orchestra is going to perform at Lincoln Center in the spring. Last year, they had the great distinction of being invited to an exclusive festival for American School Orchestras in Atlanta, Georgia. They wowed judges at the festival and received a standing ovation. They took second place. It is likely that they did not win first place as the award probably needed to go to an American school since it was an American competition. Also, as they wear concert black and not school uniforms they were actually docked points from their performance, another reason for not making first place. (All American groups wear school uniforms).
One song that I love the most is Santa Lucia that a group of elementary students with angelic voices sang for us in earlier years. I beg the Maestro for a repeat performance and did not stop begging until he oblige. It was a heavenly sweet delightful song.
The song you just listened to titled “Santa Lucia in Sweden” came from YouTube.
It will be quiet for the next two weeks on the school level while the children are on winter break to celebrate their life in their own traditional ways.
Someone will find you!
Any day. Any time.
Unfortunately the original comic strip is no longer available and I replace it with this.
What to do, how to move him.
I’ve been changed, yes really changed.
In these past few days, when I’ve seen myself,
I seem like someone else. I don’t know how to take this.
I don’t see why he moves me.
He’s a man. He’s just a man.
And I’ve had so many men before,
In very many ways,
He’s just one more. Should I bring him down?
Should I scream and shout?
Should I speak of love,
Let my feelings out? I never thought I’d come to this.
What’s it all about? Don’t you think it’s rather funny,
I should be in this position.
I’m the one who’s always been
So calm, so cool, no lover’s fool,
Running every show.
He scares me so. I never thought I’d come to this.
What’s it all about? Yet, if he said he loved me,
I’d be lost. I’d be frightened.
I couldn’t cope, just couldn’t cope.
I’d turn my head. I’d back away.
I wouldn’t want to know. He scares me so.
I want him so.
I love him so. Related link: Jesus Christ, Superstar
all things are seen mere shadows in its brilliance,
that single wheel of perfect light… Alone, its spirit naturally comes clear.
Swallowed in emptiness in this cave of darkest mystery,
because of the finger pointing, I saw the moon. That moon became the pivot of my heart. (Han Shan)
This is a painting I find interesting at Masqua’s Art produced by Antonie H. Los, an artist based in southern Ontario.
The dream symbols are often what is remembered just prior to becoming fully awake and I’ve been fascinated by such things quite a long while. Normally it’s just a scene… confusing and rather imponderable, but I’ve read too much CG Jung to discount these little messages from the unconscious out of hand.
The first is a tree in full leaf, but the view is both above and below ground. Underground, the tree trunk turns into a two-headed snake. Not sure what I’ll be calling the piece, but it does have elements of the caduceus (the symbol for medical practitioners). What it might mean to me, I have no idea, but I felt prompted to paint it anyways.
There are other paintings in this website that appeals to me. Since I am fairly new in appreciating artwork produced by students, I am still learning how to understand how come I find them it fascinating.
Take a peek at his artwork and see which ones you find appealing.
Related Link: Masqua’s Art
Good Morning…. No work for me today and I am sleeping in.
Thank you, Rob by The World According to Tip Top
Staff 5 received 3 votes – Martin Luther King
Staff 9 received 2 votes – Hungry fishes Good eyes, for they were all chosen winners. I am so glad that I managed to entice my peers to draw and join the contest. In our department, only three of us participated and all of us are winners, we cleaned up the prizes. Remember in my previous post that I prefer sacred geometry: a line and a circle. I drew Staff 9 titled “Namaste”. It’s my self-portrait. Only half of my face is showing because I am too shy plus the pink hair for anti-bullying. Many times, I mentioned that I love hummingbirds and that is Staff 3. It’s was mostly strokes of straight and oblique lines. And the third picture I drew was the family of First Nations. I have also mentioned before in a post being with the Elders in North Vancouver and Starr who received the “Courage to Come Back” award. Again, circles and straight lines. As much as I am trying to use the right side of my brain, somehow, the left side of my brain is dominant. What I am aiming for in the future, hopefully, my brain will become centered. And now for the winning picture, I received an 8.5 x 11 wire-bound sketch pad to further my ambition to become an artist.