Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Howling Art!! Happy New Year!!!

Photograph by Anita Boyle Photography 2015
Don not use without permission.
She snuggled up to me and whispered: “I am going to take pictures of the morning light.” I agreed without really even hearing her. I awakened as she dressed and thought to myself- if I were a good Beloved I would be up there with her- assisting her in changing lenses. And I wasn’t that good.
As the door shut I grinned about this New Woman my Love was now. She was chasing the light. We all do it as artist.
And now she was just as compelled to chase light as I am.

God it is so good to know passion and see it in the people you love! (grinning)

Anita Boyle has an eye for that special photograph. She sees “through” frames…she finds them and low and behold an entire story can be written from one such photograph.

I am cropping in on the church steeples to show the clock and the mountain beyond the water. If I panned out of the photograph you would see the business (or busy-ness) of the street- the car tail lights- bright red and the contrast of those dots of red against the one point perspective. The road aligns itself with the church and is a glorious pulling into the photo.

All those words might mean nothing to you. To simplify- we crop or we decide to focus upon certain areas in life. Those areas hopefully make our blood rush and heart beat with passion.

Do yourself a favor…find the things that make you howl in excitement…that push you to the edge of life. 

I am putting the computer away—to go celebrate RIGHT now!..

(grinning) Enjoying the hell out of my last day of 2014…May everyday be wild and wonderful!!


Sunday, December 28, 2014

Impulsive Compulsive Art!

Photo by Anita Boyle 2014
Sunset on rooftop!
Photography by Anita Boyle 2014
San Francisco Roof top photo

Art created by Judith Parsons Art 2014
Passion art- its what WE are!

Anita came in town with her camera and walked 6 blocks with me. Later that afternoon we took to the roof top and she went crazy good with her camera- taking photos that took my breath away. 

The photography here reveals the Christmas decorations of one apartment. The rest are dark and Scrooge like.

It is nice to see what other people “see” in the city. I am in the woods of the city, we all know the saying- “You can’t see the forest for the trees”…

For me, it is true, when we are immersed in something we might not have the same perspective as an objective outsider.

Anita is that objective perspective, a new fresh look on the city. She is innocent and enthusiastic in her eyes- of capturing light within the frame of a photograph.

I Loved having Margaret here for Christmas as she loves this city and is head over heels in love with San Francisco. 

Now, Anita, my beloved is in town and is so jazzed up about the skyline, the cathedrals, the way the golden orange sun reflects off the buildings.

Yesterday she looked up at the light from my apartment window and said: “The light is changing- I really need to go.”

 I am so proud of her! I know that feeling of impulsive compulsion…ONE needs to rush to get the photo- before the light changes.

She rushed to the roof top to take evening photos! I am so proud of her passion!

I created this art for that INCREDIBLE time--when we rush about- we can not stop- the muse takes over.

Friday evening- the last day of the semester I stayed at school.  I could forge metal-without competing with other students to stand next to the fire. l wanted time alone creating with hot metal. 
I NEEDED to work in metal- all semester I wanted to forge metal- to hammer the softened metal...
I know that feeling of compulsion and impulsiveness...May we all feel it and let the excitement move us to run toward the light...

Soaring and shining in the light!

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Spa Art Being Born

Photos from Kabuki Web site
Composition by Judith Parsons 2014
Yesterday my daughter and I decided we would do something different for Christmas. We gave one another a Spa experience at Kabuki spa.

On Facebook we read about how material the world is and who really remembers a material gift? Really? Who remembers a television? Or a techie gadget? Glance back over the years and look…Do you remember anything standing out-as “WOW! Now that was a Christmas.”

Well, if you got a HUGE a car or a boat. Generally speaking, things are things.

We remember experiences. So with that in mind we made our appointment and headed to seek our unforgettable Christmas experience.

Two parts of the event stand out. The first was the massage and the second was the hot bath.

Her hands were my grandmother’s hands. She brought childhood memories back to life with her hands. My muscles resisted at first, and honestly, I was surprised I had muscles. (smiling)  It was a magical timeless experience. The energy and warmth of her hands had me mewing and humming softly. I was a child again. I was whole and complete in the cave before time. The 30 minutes were over in the blink of an eye. 
I sat up and looked at myself in the mirror. I had changed. Before I came into that room, before her hands touched me, I was just me. When I looked at the mirror, after my body had been caressed and my muscles massaged I was a glowing Goddess of light.

The next glorious experience was the hot bath area. I stepped into the waters and I swear my whole body moaned “Aw-w-w-w-w”… I might have even moaned it out loud. It was soooooo incredible. I sank down into the waters and became the waters. (Sighing) It was heaven on earth!

I am stronger and better for living in San Francisco and going to graduate school. 

It had help me realize: I am the Goddess I want to be.

Monday, December 22, 2014

Plant Love Art

Love is very much like a plant. If it is not receiving water and sunlight it dies. It withers away for lack of nourishment. 

We have an advantage over plants- we can communicate our needs to our loved ones. We can ask for more.

There is no shame in saying:”I need more love.” or “Give me some attention.” or “ Please ask me about my day.”

Most of the time the partner has gotten extremely caught up in life…not meaning to neglect or to harm the other Love. Life just got really busy.

How long must the other go on waiting for nourishment.
Good question. I am not sure.

Ask yourself this question: Would life be better off without this Love?

Sit with the question.

See the answer of staying and going. See the left and right side of the answer. Perhaps the love you thought you had wasn’t the Love in reality.

Perhaps,  just perhaps—you both have grown and need more time to be independent. At the end of the day- do you want to lay beside your love and talk about your discoveries? Are you content want small parts of the love- - or maybe you want more. More than just a few drops of rain.

Love sometimes goes through droughts. It is the ebb and flow of life.

The plant accepts its plant-ness. It does not question its growth- it keeps turning its face toward the light, trusting and accepting the nourishment of this world.

Love doesn’t “just happen”. It requires communication. It requires humbling patience. 

It is easy to throw away the plant that that is dying and go purchase another one. However, I like the idea of taking cuttings from the original rose and making lots and lots of other plants. Let us all grow stronger and better - using our voice. Becoming one love and light.

I promise to give you more nourishment…more love.

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Zero Light Art

created by jp parsons

To decide to be whole.



Just decide.

I love you.

Thank you for your time- I appreciate your time. That you even glance here.

Thank you.

I wish light for you.

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Daniel- Thank you!!

Created for Daniel - Thank you Dear!
Art by Judith Parsons Art 2014
Tonight a little miracle happened. I am not sure the sequence of events, however my friend Daniel surprised me with a little holiday cheer! 

(smiling - waving) Generally I have become a skeptic, as I have aged I have grown to adopt the feelings: “Show me.” 

Lots of people in the world talk and talk and talk about things they are going to do. It is rare to run across someone who does the action that brings the talk to life.

There are people out there, that might need a little cheer. Ask them what they need. Maybe they will be honest and reveal their vulnerability. Maybe you are suppose the be the giver…or maybe even the receiver.

It takes courage to ask as well as courage to receive. 

As we come toward the longest night of the season, please take a moment to light up someones life a little. With a smile, a thumbs up on their silly post, something…You are clever…You will figure it out.

I created this graphic design with you in mind Daniel. I wanted to thank you for your holiday cheer. Your light is AWESOME! You have instilled my belief that there are indeed people who “walk-the-walk”. (hugs) Your wife is a lucky lady!  (hugging you both)

Soaring beside you! I love the way your soar!

Tuesday, December 16, 2014


Graphic by Judith Parsons Art 2014

Own it
Caress it
Nurse it
Nurture it
Watch it grow from the seed of light
Watch Her grow her wings

Cradle Her
Adorn Her
Show her all you know

Be brave enough to let her soar
Let her go
Let Her BE whomever

If you have loved her
If you have shone her 
In your strong back bone

Then you can rest
In her arms and legs of Freedom

She will wrap you in her freedom
Warming you
Caressing you
Nurturing you
Soaring beside you
Her wings
Your wings

Puppy Noble Artist

Photo from google images
Graphic by Judith Parsons Art 2014
Sculpture class is ALWAYS enlightening. Professor Lawrence Noble used a great analogy to describe the young artist. He said it was a lovely and challenging position to be in. Having untrained artist is like having a “box of puppies.” (grinning)

What a lovely way to “see” the young untrained artist. Enthusiastic and overflowing with enthusiasm. It was the last class and we were able to talk with the model about how she “sees” the artist. 

It was a lovely class, to see art from the models perspective. How they are treated like mannequins. The model is an interesting person, strong enough and confident enough to strip down into their birthday suit and stand naked in from of a room of people. Taking photos is a no-no. One must first ask the professor and then it is up to the model to decide. Then the whole issue of compensation comes up. Should the model be paid for the photo? Most would agree- yes- they should.

Honestly, I have never thought of these issues. I have looked at it from the perspective of the artist creating a beautiful rendering or sculpture that sets the youthful beautiful body in stone for eternity. Ignorantly, I thought the act of creating a beautiful sculpture and having you see her beauty as a way of making her a little famous…if only with you all- my readers.

I am not as puppyish as I used to be. Though I still have bounce and an enthusiastic spirit about my art. I wish for all of you to consider taking an art class, challenge yourself…let yourself be an untrained artist—“seeing” like through your puppy eyes.

Life is pretty dog gone incredible!!

Have a blessed week!

Keep jumping and bouncing about!

Friday, December 12, 2014

Birthday Art-You!

Cake photo from Google images
Playing in photoshop- Judith Parsons 2014
December is a glorious month for birthdays! I have many friends and a son who was born in the last month of the year.

Birthdays are a glorious time to reflect and assess you and your place in this world. 

It is a time to “own” yourself.
That is the best gift you can give you.

Look at yourself like art, like a sculpture.
Walk around and gaze at you.
Sit in front of yourself and look deep into your eyes!

Now smile. You have done a fine job Dear.

Let yourself hug yourself and say thank you. YOU have been working so hard in a world that seems to ask more and more of us. The technology spins the hamster wheel faster and faster and there is no down time to appreciate all that you have done.

Please sit in a comfy chair and let me get a pillow for your feet, and let me get you a cup of tea. And let us listen to the silent thoughts of potentiality.

It is enough to sing Happy Birthday quietly…like a soft whispered love song. To celebrate between the gap- the magnificent you.

Happy Birthday Dear.

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Happy Birthday Anita!!

Photograph by Anita Boyle Photography 2014
Do not use with out permission.
This is for my Beloved, Anita Boyle.


Roots of Spirituality
Metal Spine of Grace
Constant Over Flowing

When I was young
I would imagine meditating 
3 places I would go

First I would lay upon a thick terry cloth
Upon warm sand
The sounds of the water and waves
The seagull calling my name
The children my own
Making me smile
The warmth melting my back
The sun warming me from above
All tension fading into a puddle of warm light

Then I would visit a plateau
High high up 
Where the wind caressed my soul
I would prepare for sacred transformation
The warm shiny stone my bed
To melt into

The last place 

I placed my toes 

Upon the edge of infinity

I lifted my face to the sun

I jumped from the highest 

I would fall at first

Then glide

I was grabbing nothing

Wanting some-thing- some one to catch me

Then I heard your voice 

I was falling into  you, Anita.

You said: “ I got cha…”

At that moment my wings unfurled

WE became one.

God I adore you. 

(Please thank you mom--for having you)

Happy Birthday Anita!

Monday, December 8, 2014

Believe in Light!

Art by Jp Parsons 2014

There is an island
Where dreams go
A magical place that holds them
Just so

It cradles and holds you
Tight to her chest
Stroking your face
While you sighingly rest
olidays make us wish more
With the co-o-o-ld harsh chills
To be beside the Love of forever
Where never tears... spill

I wish for you
As you place me upon your tree
That I sparkled and reflect your love
That you hold for me

I can see you hold me
My art, my ornament of dreams
Sighing wishing wanting
Love over flowing its streams

So go to this island
If only in your heart
Feel me wrap around you
It is where the holidays start.

(((Many of you have my ornaments. Silly heavy clay ones…or glass ones. Many of you have me in you home. Maybe what I created broke…maybe you still use it and light candles with me in mind…There will be a day, when we can gather and celebrate art again. I adore all of you. I wish for you Love and warmth. (hugs)

(Please do not use without my permission.

Judith Parsons Art 2014)

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Invisible Art

Art created with Amrita in mind!
Thank you for the words!
Art by Judith Parsons Art 2014
"If you reach for the impossible you will see the invisible. "

Amrita Valan mentioned these words to me…they have attached themselves to me. 

Much like little fish swim underneath a big fish. (grinning) 

As you can tell- the words are ramblings at their best. Today I have no I sit back and TRUST in the magic of the Raven.

Trust that things happen that are beyond my ability to control…to rest in the flow..and go with it…

We are all connected- an invisible love thread of energy…Rest in the knowing. 

Have a blessed Sunday...Going in to sculpt.

Saturday, December 6, 2014

Is art enough?

Add captionOriginal art created by Judith Parsons Art 2014
Do not use with out permission

Is art enough?

The wind woman smiled and walked beside me as this question awakened me. Jennifer Brookins wrote words that stunned me...they were so magnificent!!! (sighing) Wow!

I live in my head ALOT. I learned to love words from another woman who also wrote stunning words and she lived in a forest of words and a river ran through her.

I love a woman now who “sees” beyond any seeing I know. She knows how to listen to what is NOT said and is lovely like the wind, knowing when to push me and when to swirl around me. Her call is sweet perfume and I know much with her beside me…words need not be spoken. Her caress says it all. Thank you Anita for your exquisite love and light.

Maybe the invisible words, thoughts for poetry grow from the trees...

Maybe the urge to create is mother nature kissing us with her divine grace... 

Maybe creating is just listening to the invisible…

We ebb-we flow-we grow! 5 steps up and 2 steps back, constantly evaluating our progression upon the art steps of life.

I sit upon the highest step, feet dangling over the edge, elbows on knees, chin in hands watching the sun rise…Listening to the wind love the trees in the city…

Watching the arms of the trees dance and sway…and laugh.

Friday, December 5, 2014


Original photography by Robert Hendry 2014
Composition by Judith Parsons Art 2014
I Love words, playing with them and deciphering  their clever personalitites. Words are very much alive for me. They awaken me with a sweet tender soft slow delicate kiss in the morning and they hide behind corners, waiting to surprise me and make me laugh.

Today I was playing in photoshop with a photo Bob Hendry was nice enough to let me use. (waving- Hugging you and Ina) and I thought the word “SOAR” was appropriate.

The eagle is not only the symbol for strength in America it is also the lesson in Native American medicine for Spirit.

As I was playing with the circle and lines, I inverted stripes of the photo and then used a circle to emphasize the wholeness of the symbol. I love the wings as they make a triangle, and if you read me- you know it means: “The Trinity”.

I love the way the circle became parenthesis, and by the way- don’t you love the word parent-thesis…Like it is telling use- the writing a thesis..(grinning) Sorry- I got off track…(grinning) (It’s what I do—off track..I celebrate it) 

Okay..Okay.. back to the blog and the word “SOAR” the S is on one side of the parent-thesis (grinning) and the word OAR is on the inside.

First off my great grand mother’s last name was Oar….(waving to all those Oar’s out there)

lets think about this..connect the dots…

We need oars to move our boat, we need to paddle, paddling makes us strong, paddle directs our vessel. If we don’t paddle we drift, when we drift we accept what is given to us.

Do you REALLY want to drift? Do YOU really want to leave to chance where you will end up?

I do not want to be a drifter, I want to be a strong person paddling my lovely vessel of love. 

We can paddle or flap our wings, what ever you decide to do- do it with delight! (grinning and hugging you) When you get to the shore to camp for the night, when you light your camp fire beside the river you will smile knowing you got yourself exactly where you wanted to be.

THIS excites me to know this!

We are soaring together. I love you all! Have a blessed Friday!!

P.S.: Think jazzy music when you are out and about, stay grounded and serene. Smile often please…I love it when you smile!

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Job Well Done!

Photograph by Robert Hendry 2014
I have 2 weeks left to finish many art projects. I admit I am reining in my nerves. I see a mountain of work that needs to be complete.

It will get done. Everyday will be spent catching up on sculpture, in clay and in metal.

I have to resist “rushing” it. I have to breathe and ground myself. I have to pay attention to the detail of the art. 

Climbing the mountain is one glorious step at a time. It might mean walking late into the night and having the stars guide me toward my summit…however, to-get-her we shall make it to the top!

Have a blessed day sweet friends!

Photograph by Robert Hendry 2014. THIS is an amazing photograph! Thank you Bob and Ina!

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Happy Birthday David!!!

Beautiful photograph by Robert Hendry 2014

Photo of Red Tail Hawk by Robert Hendry 2014
Composition by Judith Parsons Art
When my son was 10 years old, he stopped me in mid conversation and said; “Look up.” He pointed out and up toward the sky to a jet flying over head. 

He asked me if I saw it. I couldn’t. It was so far up, beyond my eye sight. He could see it, he told me to look up his arm, to follow his pointed index figure and low and behold. There is was! 
A tiny speck of white, an airplane.

He said then that he wanted to fly, he loved everything about flying. He wanted to create state of the art planes with new technology. I believe he will.

He had hawk eyes back then. (smiling) What a glorious man my son is. I wish I could hold him and hug him in person.

(sighing) This blog will suffice until we see one another again. I will embarrass him with my ramblings and hopefully he will forgive me. (grinning)

When he was born he was 9 pounds 14 ounces. He was born with his fist tight --close to his chest, like a little boxer man...and had the widest shoulders EVER. (grinning) 

We gave him an extra name because of those shoulders. I figured if there was anybody on the planet that could carry an extra name - it would be David!

One of my happiest memories with the family is going night sailing. We would plan to sail on full moon nights. I will never forget the moon rising over the horizon on Lake Pontchartrain. The glow of the GPS reflected Dave’s grin. He had his feet upon the seats and he had the sail boat busting butt! God knows the wind was glorious that night! 
The sails were full and David was strong enough to hold the sail boat on her course! A brave man then...a brave man now.
(grinning- waving)

Other favorite memories include bon fires and cooking in the kitchen. He would get in the kitchen and make the craziest sandwiches, mustard and peanut butter…(laughing) Thanks for the reminder!

And there was a time when he put “Tony’s” spice on e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g! (grinning)

David is studying aerospace engineering. Yep, he is THAT smart. I can’t wait to see what he will invent. Time will tell.

Life may side track us a wee bit, we might get off course, but Dave has an incredible drive, and a magnificent work ethic! He will hate me for calling him: "a gentle giant" but at 6 foot 5 inches, he is just that. And he has glorious shoulders upon which I cry upon. Thank you Dave for all your support and love!! We are flourishing and growing stronger everyday!

Happy Birthday Sweetheart! I love you! Mom

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

It is ALL about the LIGHT!

Photograph by Anita Boyle 2014
Warren Point, Ireland
This blog is brought to you by Light. Anita Boyle, (waving) took this photo in Warren Point, Ireland. Thank you for sharing your photography.

The light is spiral in nature as it swirls into the tunnel. There is a plant that resembles a bonsai tree at the opening, beyond that is the water and homes that face the shore. The water and homes sit in a haze. The sun has not burned off the fog of the morning. 

I love the hazy fog that has not yet burned off. That is my life, as I learn to accept my life without additives. Most people have vices, we use them to soften the intensity of reality. As I grow, as I become the Queen I am in my own fairy tale, I am learning to embrace life with out additives. (sighing) I feel better when I don’t drink half a bottle of wine. (smiling)

Life is the tunnel. The tough texture of the wall is cement it is glorious like elephant skin. (sighing smiling) If the tunnel were smooth like glass or polished metal- we would slide down it. The rough texture gives us footing. The roughness of the path makes us stronger. We need to be aware of the placement of our feet and where we are going.

It leaves the contrast of the tunnel, the texture of the wall and the contrast of light and dark in the forefront. We all know, with out darkness there is no light. And vise versa.

I am blown away by the swirling of the light, the nautilus shape of the light, the way the light fades as it reaches toward you.
The little tree seems to have energy, almost looks like it is peeping inside and  waving- saying “Hello” (grinning).

There was a animated movie and all I can remember is the line: “Don’t look at the light…”
Many near death experiences involve a tunnel and light. This tunnel reminds me that WE are the light. Our perception and perspective  of life is light, do we wish to shine light and portray it as glorious?

I love this photograph as it is perfect in its timing. My dad just ascending through HIS tunnel to the next realm. And I imagine the second his spirit left his body, the second he unfurled his wings, HE SOARED….toward the opposite shore, to his new home beside the sea.

Thank you Anita Boyle for your photograph. We are all more connected than we know. 

I love all of you! Soaring, shining, smiling beside you.