Saturday, October 31, 2015

Daydreaming clouds

Boyhood…Movie Review…but not exactly.

The movie starts out with a precious day dreamer little boy staring at the clouds. If you are an older person reading this—someone who was not raised upon the iphone and iPads…then YOU remember laying back and staring up at the clouds floating by. 

I am happy to say my children and I spent many hours sky gazing upward at the heavens. I imagine it might be one of the reasons why my son is studying aerospace engineering.
(Well, being a mom, I’d like to think I did something right to help him decide to study that magnificent field.)

The movie follows the boy and his family, the boy’s father is a part-time dad, only showing up every other weekend. The dad is more grounded as a part-time dad than any of the other step fathers. Alcohol seems to be the achilles heel that does the relationships in for the step dads. Mason, his mom and sister move a lot in the movie. They are nomads, trying to find their way in this very changeable time.

I too am a nomad. When I saw the movie the similarities were not lost on me. The Toyota truck that the boy drove looked remarkably like the one my son drove. The boy even reminded me of my son when he first attended college, his tall lanky willowy body.

At the end, the best line is: “Everybody talks about seizing the moment, when it isn’t that at all. It is about the moment seizing you.” Mason, agrees nodding and says it is about the power of now. 

(smiling sighing) My son, daughter and I are all in college. They are working on their undergraduate degrees and I am working on my masters. I think at Christmas we will talk about the future and what they expect, and how important family is. I am planning to go to a local park and spread out a blanket and gaze up at the clouds with them…(grinning)

Who knows what the future holds? I don’t have a clue anymore…I just know I am going to let the moments seize me, I am going to let the moments fling me upward into the heavens... so for THAT particular space and time…I am soaring!

Love Passion

Art created by Judith Parsons 2015
It disturbs the eye...the colors are hard to look at.
There are people you meet that have passion exuding from them. 

You know it when you see it. These people stand a full head taller than the others. It is as if they are walking upon a busy city sidewalk and they are a head taller than everybody else.

There is a woman that is passionate about healing. She used to do it all the time, it was a part of her, it was something she shined and radiated. SHE was what she did. I loved it when she did it, she came alive and carried the energy of her ability like glowing light that tasted magnificent to drink in.

There is a man that is passionate about art and creating things. He is compelled to create, when he creates his sculptures he becomes a young man again. The transformation is astounding to behold, He dons his welding helmet an older man and then when he lifts the mask he is a young man, bright eyed and grinning. I want to kiss him when he grins at me with his little eager boys eyes.

There is a man who loves gardening. He is thrilled with the all the stages of gardening. The preparation of the soil, the choosing the seeds and ordering, the planting of seeds in small containers, the transplanting into the ground and the harvesting. When this man would bring in his eggplants we would all gawk with mouths open at the perfection of the plant. There was nothing better than eating eggplant parmesan made with those fresh incredible eggplants. Oh how I miss fresh food straight from the garden!! THIS was healthy living!

There is a woman who loves people who are passionate about life. She finds them, she loves discovering what makes them tick, she loves hearing their stories of their passionate quests. She loves listening over a hot cup of java their discoveries. They all did their PASSION. They came alive when they healed, created art, planted seeds and discovered themselves.

It is in the DOING what you love that you rise heads above the others. You float a foot off the ground, you levitate with radiating light. YOU know there is that one thing that YOU do, there is that ONE thing above all other things that make YOU FEEL ALIVE.

Find it, go back to it, Do it..and keep doing it —Be the passion that you are. Do not let anyone or anything get between you and what you are.

healer, artist, master gardener or writer…. You know I am looking through you…You want to run your hands over the heart, around the fresh picked tomato, and the polished smooth metal…

Love is a verb—DO IT!

Friday, October 30, 2015

Clay and bagpipes!

I did not take these photos, and I am not sure who took the
 photos. So forgive me for not crediting them.

Todays blog brought to you with the help of Alex and Eric. These two gentlemen were my private art students in Louisiana. I was fortunate to meet their mom at a woman’s luncheon and the rest was history.

It has been a while since I have seen these boy and their mom. The boys were learning to play the bag pipes when I knew them a few years back. 

They could dream up anything and make it in clay. I tried very hard not to lay down any fast and hard rules. As the pieces would magically work. We all learn from our mistakes and they were very positive with their art. 

One of the first art sculptures we made was a huge wire alligator. We spent a few sessions braiding that wire alligator. They used card board as the frame to wrap the wire around and after it was complete they burnt the cardboard out. The sculpture hangs in their kitchen and really is a magnificent  six foot piece of art!

Alex is going to college, and Eric has a few years to go and he too will be out of his nest. They have always soared and will continue to soar as they take on new adventures. It excites me to see them spread their wings as they head off into the wild wonderful world of academics. 

Cynthia, (waving) mentioned she has been having operations on her eyes. Her sight has been affected. I gulped when I read those words. It is a scary thought, not being able to see. We take it for granted, okay, I certainly take the ability to see for granted. Right now as the orange golden light reflects off the office buildings across the block from me, I marvel at the intricate shadows and angles of light. The geometric repetitions of windows are animated with the evening sunset playing across their surface.

It is in the “seeing” that the artist interprets and reflects back to the viewer their magical perspective on life. Cynthia has reminded me to slow down and really take in —with eyes wide open -- the beauty of life. Thank you Cynthia. (hugging you tight)

I am looking out my window and there is a black and white cat who is sitting on the top edge of a building. At first I thought it was a statue, but then it turned its head so the sunlight reflected off  its eyes. The pupils reflected yellow from hundreds of yards away.

On the eve of Halloween, I wish for you all the seeing that you can take in. I wish for you young people in your life that grow magnificently into strong souls, in body, mind and spirit. 

Alex, send me your address: My email: I will get something in the mail to you! I am proud of you! Let me know where you intend to go to college!

Eric, keep up the art! I want to see some photos of your work!

Cynthia- I am praying the eyes are healing and you are on the road to recovery!

(Group hug!) Woooohoooooo!!! What an amazing family!! Love you all!!!

Thursday, October 29, 2015

Woman Howl at the moon!

Red moon and sails. Judith Parsons 2015
Halloween Moon San Francisco
Photograph by Judith Parsons 2015

Please watch this music video:

Joy William's
Title: Woman

The woman is beautiful in the video. She is elegant as she becomes the starlight, she is elegant with her hair draped over her shoulder, she is magnificent as she dances with her back toward the viewer.
She becomes fire, she is the universe wrapped in skin. The video is lovely the way the layers of  night sky fade and overlap over the woman.

There is a point where the music crescendoes and her passion is palatable..then she breaks open with light cracking through her skin…Oh my-hand over  heart.

She reaches her hand out, singing the word  “woman”…

WhewWeee..She is exquisite.

Keep howling at the moon!

Harvesting the soul

Art created by Judith Parsons 2015

The theme for today is harvesting the soul. There is a getting through to the other side of a memorable event that feels like I have been on the bottom of the ocean floor, have decided to swim back toward the surface and the surface is 100 miles away. There is much swimming and decompression that needs to happen in order to get back to the surface.

I am learning to like myself with no additives. You probably are rolling your eyes and saying- get on with it. However, it is something the alcoholic has to look at every day. And for me- talking outloud about it—making these feathery thoughts concrete words, help me turn those words into stones upon which I can stand on. Rebuilding my foundation of self.

I wrote about tasting yourself. Try and get objective about who and what you are. Are you sweet, savory or bitter. That idea had stayed with me. And as a "foody" who loves to cook and create in the kitchen I love that idea. 

I am working hard at becoming the Master artist I have always wanted to be. I am excited about the future work that is being made. I want to make a million things. I even awakened thinking about getting leather to craft my own shoes...I must be loosing it! (grinning)

But for now, I must head into school and play in the mud…and continue making many versions of the same art, until I get it completely right. 

I will post photos soon.

The harvest is an image found on google images. I can not credit it - I took the cornucopia and transformed it into an abstract bird. There is a swirling energy behind her. The bird has wave fluid movement upon her…she is learning to fly through the waves of water, letting the water wash away the old. 

I am excited about finding an old friend! (waving) I am not sure how and when we will connect…I trust in that white light- that lets me heal. We all are transforming and becoming better, stronger and more centered in loving ourselves.

Keep smiling, singing and soaring,

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Day 18 Back in time

When we close one door, another door opens...

I have been looking for a friend that I worked with back in the 90's. Every so often Mark, (waving) would enter my mind.

He is the kind of guy that moves with the speed of light. When I first met him, I felt I had met my soul partner...because this man thought just as fast as I did. This man could dream up ideas and together we would create art and marketing plans that would knock your socks off.

Today, we FINALLY found one another again. I am grinning from ear-to-ear knowing that this cool winged man is back into my life.

He was a silver tongued sly slippery man back then and I was naive. We both have changed tremendously!

I will sip my coffee and think about the ventures that are about to take off. Mark knows a zillion people. And I will weight the ideas, laugh at them...and we will hammer them out on paper. We both have our voices, we both know the whole "need not justify ourselves" to anyone. IN fact, I was amazed when Mark said it. Wow.

I created the graphic because I am going back to find someone that I have unfinished business with.

This dude can soar!!

Boat woman.

I started drawing a boat in illustrator. I love the simple boat shape, the boat represents so much for me. When my family would visit Alligator Point for our summer vacations usually there was a boat pulled up on the beach. My sister, Helen and I would play with it in the water. We didn’t have a clue about the boat, about the plug in the back. I am laughing thinking about it filling up with water, with us inside it..and how I had to swim it back to shore. Anyhow, back to the drawing.

I was using the calligraphy pen to stroke the curving slats.Then I added perpendicular strokes and ended up with a leg shape. Then it took on a life of its own. I used the leg layer and repeated it. I warped it to look like an arm and then a breast. And finally the hair.

I rotated warped and spun the abstract woman. I duplicated her over and over again. I swirled her about and ended up with this creation. 

All the while listening to London Grammar- Jazz Festival 2014… She sings in a lovely clear soprano voice. The band never over powers her. I stumbled across her music.

That is all…Play your music, sashay to your beat, do every thing you do with passion…focus sooooo intensely that time disappears—THAT is living.

Monday, October 26, 2015

3 Weeks...White Out

I have decided to go into a space of pure white. The sort of white that is so bright it is similar to snow blindness. Everything is reflecting light upon white light.

The is a room with a white chair, I am all white, the walls are more like windows or movie screens waiting for me to see the scene I need to see.

I usually see images all the time. My mind runs a few days ahead of me. And these scenes play out. Things that I might do at school , people I might run into. The energy was on over load, all the circuits of electric light maxed out to the point of blinding the view.

It came to a white out, a snow avalanche of energy rolling down the surface of my mind.

To this, to the quiet space of nothing and everything. 

To the point of not wanting to look down the path to see…but just to sit in the space of white fire resting in a snow bank.

The hot and cold, the extremes, the not knowing and really not even caring…I will melt into that snow bank of liquid white light…and run back to the ocean. Where I always go…back to the see the nothing…of me.

I am waiting for the energy to settle. I usually am not one to wait. Something strange is afoot…and we shall rest..and trust in that white light

Day 15...3 weeks...BAR code

Original one of a kind art. Created by Judith Parsons
It has been 3 weeks since I have stopped drinking. The event that was the catalyst for such change stays with me.

The event, as wrong as it was — gave me back to myself. It made me very aware of how cavalier we are with our time.

For the past 3 weeks the energy has been settling. Admittedly, there is a void left where that time spent was being used. I have been filling my time with art. I have been creating sculptures and drawing in illustrator. I have been focusing on me. 

The drawing you see took 6 hours in illustrator. Mainly because I do not have a stylish pad with high tech pen to draw with…I was using a simple lap top and drawing with my finger tip against that small square we all have on our laptop. (laughing) It WAS a challenge.

The art is suppose to convey the past and present…
I will break down the meaning… Title: The Bar code for artist.

The bar can be 2 things. The “bar” is something we raise - as we desire from ourselves the best we can be. We desire more than regular work, we do not accept the mundane mess that others produce.

The bar can also be a place we go for libations. A place we go when we have finally completed a huge project and want to get away from our computer and celebrate with friends.

The “code” part of the title is something I could ramble on about for hours. As an artist there is a code, as an artist in San Francisco..the code is multi-faceted as the city somehow demands more from us, than our old hometown. There is a “look” about the artist in SF. There is a code of style and fashion that make us, as artist rise higher and look better than the average Joe.

The code, the secret to being an artist is of course, just “doing it”…creating. However, the deeper into the art one goes, the more one creates, the more introverted we become. The clay and metal art pieces start becoming our family. The sketches we tack upon the wall start talking to us. The lines blur between reality and creations. The paintings we spend millions of hours working on seem to slip between the veil of here…the code is broken when we realize time and space is an illusion.

The bar code…the two words together represent the scanning. Everything has a bar code, every one of us is in a system with a social security code. We are connected to the numbers. The numbers speak louder than the words…the numbers are universal. We all speak numbers.

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Have a blessed day!

Sunday, October 25, 2015


Something happens in your life when you become “aware”. It is a knowing so deep, so profound, that you can not “un-know” it. The knowing is so bright that no matter how you wish to not know this truth, you can not shut your eyes to it.

It burns every one in the process with its brightness. Like a huge lightning strike that hangs about for a minute, instead of its normal second.

It burns every single thing away.

You and I stand stunned. Wondering what in Gods green earth happened. Love that once was is shattered. Love that might have been — ashes at your feet. 

There is nothing to do but work upon yourself.

Focus upon the energy that was given outward. Those ties are burnt. No longer do they drain from you. The only person you need work on—is you. So you accept the task at hand. For there is no other task to do. No other person to wrap around.  You tuck your chin down against your chest and you accept the task of pushing your own wheel up that mountain of self love.

Oh Dear God, that mountain. If it has been said once, it has been said a million f-ing times. One has to love oneself, before one can love another. (sighing) Dear God. THAT— is my task at hand. What in the world is wrong with me? Loving others, even though I suck at it, is still easier than loving myself.

It takes a while. However, after 3 weeks or so, you realize all that energy you were placing outside of yourself, is actually good to use toward yourself. All the static of that other person, how needy or wanting of your energy, has left you with a clearer focus on just who and what you are.

The introvert, sighs and curls into a ball. Accepting of change, accepting the person I have become. Accepting the process of who I am becoming.

The extrovert part of me, is toying with the idea of joining different interest groups. Flying has always interested me. Flying alone is okay. 

Saturday, October 24, 2015

Day 14 Dragon Power

Sculpture created and photographed--then rotated
 to created image of dragon chasing his tail.
By Judith Parsons
Facebook is giving us glimpses of our past memories.

There was a great note that my daughter wrote. We had a girlfriend full moon gathering and I asked Terry and Mychal over, and she asked her girl friends over. We suspended a glass and ceramic sculpture from the woody branches. Each of us chose 3 colors  of embroidery string we liked and we tied them to the sculpture. We shared a lovely experience.

The art has since long gone -- I do not know where. Houses have been moved, storage spaces have been cleared out and what is left are memories.

There was another note from 2011 that was filled with anger. I wrote the words so intensely, with so much fire, I can hardly believe I wrote them. We forget the negative, it eventually fades and only the good parts remain.

As Facebook reveals my past, I see patterns of myself. This time of year seems to throw me into a tail spin. I love summer, I love warmth and being beside the ocean. The approaching fall and colder months makes me want to hibernate. I tend to devour myself. This little piece of art is most appropriate as I took the dragon art and rotated it around upon itself. 

The photo graphic was created with a dragon sculpture. Edda and Larry, (waving) You have been such great patrons of my art, thank you for your constant support. I will post it Monday.

  Day 14. No drink, no fire water, no need for extra additives. I am just trying to own my shite. As someone pointed out, do not become a martyr. I went and looked up the word, because we all know the people who kill themselves for political issues. However, I was curious, I needed to be reminded. 
According to Webster’s definition:  Martyr- “a person who sacrifices something of great value and especially life itself for the sake of principle.”

Hmmmmmm… I am going to have to get back to you on this one…
That is a whole other blog wanting to be born.

Back to the dragon, the Book of Kells has dragons woven in and around the edges of the pages. The dragon motif is here, in San Francisco. The Qing dynasty used the dragon as its symbol for power. The dragon is believed to be the ruled of water and weather. 

Being a water person I love the dragon and I love powerful strong people. May you grow stronger and harness your power. May we learn to use our strength and become the dragons of our own quest.

Friday, October 23, 2015

Day 13 Powerful Artist

Original art by Judith Parsons
Original art by Judith Parsons
Yesterday was amazing! The artist were all at school creating art and talking about relationships and sex. Different folks from different countries were giving their perspective on the subject and it was m-a-r-v-e-l-o-u-s!

I miss talking to other artist about art. We all agreed that being an artist is lonely. No one can partner with you as you create your art. It is a journey that is a kin to the sport of fencing. It is only you with mask on and foil in hand. No one can fight your battle for you. And no one can sculpt your art for you.

Art might not be as much of a struggle as fencing. Yes, I have played at the sport of fencing. Only long enough to admire the hell out of folks that have done it. However, there is much to be said for those lone athletes. And there is MUCH to be said for the lone artist. All artist are painting with their brush, or carving with their chisel or sculpting with their clay. Their tools are their companions. 

(laughing) As I typed “lone artist” the “lone ranger” series jumped into my head. Okay. I suppose its going to be a blog that makes no sense. Sorry, in my head we let the spirit move us.

The horse is rearing up upon its high legs and the program begins. What a powerful animal, the horse. It makes sense to have horse power and engines all connected with that first mode of transportation. It takes much power to face the studio, when one knows they will be alone all day. Sculpting quietly, forming and reshaping the form. It is a choice, everything in life comes back to that choice. 

We talked about "NEEDING" to get the art out of us.There is a shape that haunts us, there is this "thing" has has to be born. We are born through someone, and we die alone. We even talked about that. Traka (waving) was okay with the idea of passing alone. I thought it would be nice to have someone help carry me across, though in the end I conceded, we do all die alone. And most of the time we sculpt alone.

However, today was not like that. It was glorious, to be with Allison, Traka, Roy, Micheal, Max and Eric. We laughed and agreed and even agreed to disagree on how we make art and live. I was asked to a party and life is looking up.

May you find your tribe of friends, may you discuss your profession and find common treads to weave into one another.
The artist life is amazing!

Thursday, October 22, 2015

Day 13...Gathering energy

Original one of a kind art--by Judith Parsons

Todays blog just doodling in photoshop. Gathering energy...The pieces to the large sculpture are coming together. I don't have a lot to say today...Just doing the graduate school thing...working on the MFA.

Letting the energy settle...

Have a great day! Do what needs to be done.

Everything in life needs maintenance. Floors need cleaning, laundry needs washing, car needs repair and body needs to strengthen. It is a work in progress.
Might as well play the music. Turn up the sound.

Enjoy the process...

Love you.

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Day 12 - Three steps to Energy Harvest

I am sharing with you my process for art, for life. THIS is a big reveal. Art for me is how I see the world (word) . (Please see the previous blog about the L being taken from the word “world”).

A marvelous facebook friend posted this incredible orange photo. The image of the beach chairs, the umbrella and wet sandy shore are WHO I am. I have been there a millions times. I have sketched it, painted it and dreamed about it—my whole life. That scene is perfected paradise to me. I believe my panacea it THAT place. 

The words above the orange beach image are by David Whyte; 
“A real conversation always contains an invitation
You are inviting another person
to reveal herself or himself to you,
to tell you who they are or what they want.”

A glorious idea…a lovely place to sit. 

Perhaps it is time to sit with yourself.

Strip away all the messy static, sit with your feet in the warm sand of your minds eye and take in your highest self.

Be honest. And as Anita (waving) would say: “Be gentle with yourself.” However, NOW is the time to harvest your soul.

You reap what you sow.

What you put into something, you get out.  The fall harvest has happened, and the bounty is in front of you. Evaluate your hard work, have you what you desired? Did you work hard enough? Did you work smart enough? Did you do what you set out to do?

I will leave all those questions written in the wet sand. It is okay that the tides will sweep them away. Really. They need not be answered. You already know if you put your heart into something. You know.

The  3 images you see is how I interpret the process of  life. We begin with a pretty image. It is serene and tranquil. Then I play with it- distort and warp it in photoshop. (Step 2) I ingest, digest and transform images and experiences all the time. Then I try my best to break them down into words and understand them. In step 3, I took the woman shape of step 2 and rotated her around into a perfect flower.

I am that beach scene, I am that warped fiery woman, and I am that flower. We are all transforming energy, taking it in as best as we can and becoming better for it.

Reveal yourself…Your truest self to yourself. Sit with him/her…evaluate where you are, what and who you are to yourself. If anything is holding you back, set them aside… tell them you need time to change…Then make it so.

(Day 12 ...No drink...Becoming my best self)

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Day 11 Things not to do...

This is a sculpture of 2 swans, their heads tilted in toward
each other. I have repeated and rotated it in photoshop.
Original art by Judith Parsons 2015

Todays blog is brought to you with the words from Amy Moring, "13 Things Mentally Strong People Don’t Do."

Mentally strong people have healthy habits. They manage their emotions, thoughts, and behaviors in ways that set them up for success in life. Check out these things that mentally strong people don’t do so that you too can become more mentally strong.

1. They Don’t Waste Time Feeling Sorry for Themselves

Mentally strong people don’t sit around feeling sorry about their circumstances or how others have treated them. Instead, they take responsibility for their role in life and understand that life isn’t always easy or fair.

2. They Don’t Give Away Their Power

They don’t allow others to control them, and they don’t give someone else power over them. They don’t say things like, “My boss makes me feel bad,” because they understand that they are in control over their own emotions and they have a choice in how they respond.

3. They Don’t Shy Away from Change

Mentally strong people don’t try to avoid change. Instead, they welcome positive change and are willing to be flexible. They understand that change is inevitable and believe in their abilities to adapt.

4. They Don’t Waste Energy on Things They Can’t Control

You won’t hear a mentally strong person complaining over lost luggage or traffic jams. Instead, they focus on what they can control in their lives. They recognize that sometimes, the only thing they can control is their attitude.

5. They Don’t Worry About Pleasing Everyone

Mentally strong people recognize that they don’t need to please everyone all the time. They’re not afraid to say no or speak up when necessary. They strive to be kind and fair, but can handle other people being upset if they didn’t make them happy.

6. They Don’t Fear Taking Calculated Risks

They don’t take reckless or foolish risks, but don’t mind taking calculated risks. Mentally strong people spend time weighing the risks and benefits before making a big decision, and they’re fully informed of the potential downsides before they take action.

7. They Don’t Dwell on the Past

Mentally strong people don’t waste time dwelling on the past and wishing things could be different. They acknowledge their past and can say what they’ve learned from it. However, they don’t constantly relive bad experiences or fantasize about the glory days. Instead, they live for the present and plan for the future.

8. They Don’t Make the Same Mistakes Over and Over

They accept responsibility for their behavior and learn from their past mistakes. As a result, they don’t keep repeating those mistakes over and over. Instead, they move on and make better decisions in the future.

9. They Don’t Resent Other People’s Success

Mentally strong people can appreciate and celebrate other people’s success in life. They don’t grow jealous or feel cheated when others surpass them. Instead, they recognize that success comes with hard work, and they are willing to work hard for their own chance at success.

10. They Don’t Give Up After the First Failure

They don’t view failure as a reason to give up. Instead, they use failure as an opportunity to grow and improve. They are willing to keep trying until they get it right.

11. They Don’t Fear Alone Time

Mentally strong people can tolerate being alone and they don’t fear silence. They aren’t afraid to be alone with their thoughts and they can use downtime to be productive. They enjoy their own company and aren’t dependent on others for companionship and entertainment all the time but instead can be happy alone.

12. They Don’t Feel the World Owes Them Anything

They don’t feel entitled to things in life. They weren’t born with a mentality that others would take care of them or that the world must give them something. Instead, they look for opportunities based on their own merits.

13. They Don’t Expect Immediate Results

Whether they are working on improving their health or getting a new business off the ground, mentally strong people don’t expect immediate results. Instead, they apply their skills and time to the best of their ability and understand that real change takes time.

I love this advice. I am blown away by how "not drinking" is affecting my daily performance of creating art. I have been numbing myself for a while and not sure exactly what is up with that. I am resetting/rebooting my main hard drive of myself and relearning what I need in this life.

I need to walk over to the huge electrical board of my self and turn it off for a long while, shut off all the static. Honestly, I feel like a million things are pulling at me, and the only thing I want to do is go hide in my art. So, THAT is exactly what I am going to do.

Maybe it is the fall season, maybe its not drinking, maybe its my best friend with cancer, or maybe it is a beautiful friend passing way before she should have. Hells bells, I have not a clue. I just need to go find my 2 children, pull them beside me... and regroup-rebrand-restart.

Sunday, October 18, 2015 will do you good.

Original sculpture and graphic image created by Judith Parsons
“A Change Will Do you Good.”

When things don’t work, when we get sick and tired of being sick and tired…We make changes. 

One has to make changes.

You just do.

The past 10 days have been interesting, as I have not been dulling my days with wine. I have been straight up, no additives. 

This change is doing me good.

Anita (waving) and I have talked about our comforts, what we go to and why we go to them. The truth is I was reaching for the glass of wine way too much. I suppose this is part of the process, to write it out. To blurt and ramble all the words about this all…it is my process for CHANGE. Sorry, that it upsets you, you see it as airing my dirty laundry. I suppose, if you see it that way...then that is your perspective upon it.
I just need to write it out...the drunk puppy wolf words need to be released. They need to run back into the wild forest where I first found them. I can relax now that I hear them howling at the in the distance.

I would love to blame all of this on the alignment of the stars. These changes. These desires to be more than I am. 

I have a secret person in my head, I can see “Her”…the better me, the me that has a certain artsy style, I am becoming her. I am rebranding myself into a “NEW” me.

The sculpture you see is a wonderful representation of change. There is a woman torso, with her front and back separate. She has steps leading up to her, and then another separate group of steps that attach to the main sculpture. 

I shake my head at the stairs, those dog-gone stairs. What in the world is up with them? They will NOT leave me, (sighing) and I have 60 steps to climb to arrive at my little room...Maybe it is all a huge connect and we really NEED to be very careful what we wish for...what we want to be.

The sculpture: She is separating and regrouping, she is finding herself. I have no idea what the future holds, honestly, I am contemplating falling off the world and becoming a full time mermaid. Perhaps turning blue and swimming off into the night, where the night sky and the night water is the same. There is no horizon at night. Just water that is heaven upon earth.

It is okay to shut it all down, let the energy settle and CHANGE…it will do you good.

You and I both know…it will do you good.

Day 9 - Woman with steps cut into her soul

One piece of art- rotated using photoshop.
Sculpture and graphic created by Judith Parsons Art 2015
Facebook does this thing now, where they show you what you posted in the past 3 or 4 years. It is interesting to look at ones words. It truly is amazing that Facebook is doing this —THIS is revolutionary, in that we get to see a portfolio of ourselves, like never before.

Only when we look back and evaluate ourselves can we see the changes and transformations. Did we change? Were we stuck in the same place, collecting algae, were we stagnate?

Or were we content? It is okay to stay in a place. No one need justify where they are, who they are what place they are at.

For each of us, it is a personal quest. 

I looked back upon words which were about balance. I am going to stand up straight and tall and say proudly, “I was soon unbalanced.” I did not know it. Until I came through the massive wave of shame, did I decide, I had to change.

It took 55 years for me to realize this. (gulp) NOW, that is a huge change.

I awaken with a clear head, I awaken with ART whispering and wanting my attention, I awaken with an excitement that my children had when they were very little. It does come back to you…the enthusiasm and expectations of miracles! Wooooohoooooooooo!!!

The sculpture you see is one of mine…a woman that has little squares cut into her shape. THIS is a fabulous representation of me. As I love the stairs and steps…they will not leave  me. She is vibrant in her splashing colors, Polluck in its mess, and she is one who is finding herself.

I have been in San Francisco 2 years now- working on that MFA in sculpture! I know the bus stops to get groceries, to do laundry, and the library. I live an isolated life, except now I teach swimming again. I am with 33 children on Saturdays, teaching them swimming. NOW, I am back in my element…Balance has found me.

Swirling and spinning like a dervish…Life is amazing!! 

Love you all!

Saturday, October 17, 2015

Day 8 Breath of compassion-Mary

Original art created by Judith Parsons

I took part of a sculpture, duplicated it and rotated it around to create todays graphic. It is my version of the breath of compassion.

This week has been deeply saddening. A friend from college passed. I am stunned beyond words. When I think of her, I see radiant light and pure compassion. She was ALWAYS smiling. 

Oh Dear, the word “was”. (Gulping) It has not settled, in my heart she is always present. She was the kind of light that you expect to out grow all of us.

I will walk to the heaven in my mind, to the place where all great lights transform and move on to a realm that is reflection. The reflection of the sun upon the water, she is in that realm with my family. When the sun is high noon and there are diamonds upon the water - she will be there. When the sun is kissing the horizon and the water is gold shimmering light- she will be there.


Mary-- you are so loved. We will catch up to you before long. The turtle moves like lightning to the tree. Lightning moves in the blink of an eye to us. Perhaps heavens time is just a blink.
It is all an illusion.

We are all more connected than we know.

Friday, October 16, 2015

Day 7 mask.

Original art created by Judith Parsons 2015

does not 
wear a mask.

With halloween upon us, and people looking at costumes they might wear. It is a good time to talk about deciding to wear and not to wear masks.

When we wear masks, the little white lies come out. We are trying not to hurt people in our lives. We fudge and nudge a little this way and that. The words might be sugar coated just a wee bit more than they need to be.

However, when one decides to come from the place of reverence. When you slide your arms into the robe of divinity. 

It is simply you.

When you go to the God place, you are standing there, alone. The spotlight of light shines magnificently down upon you—and it is here —that all is pure.

All is real.

Outside the serene door is the artificial sweeteners and the high-fructose cancer causing elements. Leave the sugar coated lies outside please. Leave the mask behind. Sure there will be a time, a place and party for you to don your fake self…but for now…

Come into a place where you can breathe a breath of light that goes deep, a safe place that wraps you in the warm blanket of cuddly snuggly love. I will bring you a warm beverage to sip while you rest and rejuvenate. Here, a place that is tranquil and calm.

We are all learning love. I don’t have the answers, I know I want the same thing you want.  You don’t want to settle…I don’t want to settle. We all want more. Though, are we ready to do more? Are we ready to be more? 

As you rest in this place divine place, as you breathe and rest. KNOW, I am doing the same thing. I am gathering energy as you are, reconnecting to my grounded light which flows through us all.

We are all connected.

I love you!

Jude, J, Judith, JJ…I will respond to just about anything…just don’t call me late for dinner.
(Day 7 with no drink)

Thursday, October 15, 2015

Day 6 Opposites Attract

Original Art Created by Judith Parsons 2015

Opposites Attract.

There is a chemistry 
when two first meet, 
a seeking out of what 
the other has, that you 
might not possess. 
The infatuation is powerful 
and compelling in the early stages. 
This other opposite person is intriguing 
as you are not wired like that. 

According to Psychology Todays Website:

"Great relationships thrive on passion, particularly passionate lovemaking, and in trying too hard to avoid risk or novelty, we may inadvertently cool down the sexual heat by transforming our perception of our partner from a lover to a parent or a child.

A commitment to continual harmony and peacefulness can be as threatening to the integrity of a successful relationship as an excessive amount of risk, discord or disharmony. Creating this balance involves the ability to hold the tension of the opposites, without going too far over to one side or the other, which by the way is unavoidable. Fortunately when the inevitable occurs, as it occasionally does, it is possible to put in course corrections that can re-stabilize things. 

Sometimes we have to risk going too far in order to find out how far we can go. And, there is no fixed or correct point at which we can find some permanent balance. This is a dynamic process and the balance point between the two poles of security and adventure is constantly in flux, and influenced by the inner and outer realities of each partner and the needs of the relationship itself at any given moment."

May you find passion, harmony and peacefulness...ALL in one love!

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Day Four Weltanschauung

Original one of a kind art, created by Judith Parsons (Jp Parsons on facebook).

I have not read a book in a long time…That fact is astounding as I started reading a book every 2 or 3 days as a young woman, and thought I always would. 

Then fortune would have it I had a glorious meeting with a glorious young lady, who herself, reads a book every 2 or 3 days and she let me borrow her copy of: A Confederacy of Dunces, by John Kennedy Toole.

There are lines in this book that illicit a burst of laughter:
“When Fortuna spins you downward, go out to a movie and get more out of life.”

“He has become your Svengali”

“You ain Scarla O’ Horror.”

Thats just a small sampling of his characters. He uses language I love! Words like: “Loquacious, nemesis, apocalypse, fecund and penury.”

I am googling the word: “weltanschauung” to see what that is…Think about that for a second. Normally- in the olden days- before puters and such—(grinning) I had to look it up in a dictionary that was 15 pounds of paper. Now—a simple search and instant knowledge!

According to a web site called: english. stackexchange.

Weltanschauung means:
"Primarily it means a way a person looks at the phenomenon of life as a whole. Some people (particularly those who have not lived very long) have not formed any broad (inclusive, even "sophisticated") view of life. Others consider a large number of factors before forming their overall view — maybe in their seventies — of the phenomenon of human existence. Typically a person's Weltanschauung (as an English word we drop the capital letter required of all German nouns) would include a person's philosophic, moral, and religious conclusions — including e.g. the duality of spirit and matter — and perhaps their conclusions about the origins of the universe and of the development of life. They would also have conclusions about the state, society, politics and economic activity. I suggest def. "A person's conclusions about existence (however tentative) at a particular time of life, after taking a good look at everything they have come across about”.

The graphic was created a few days ago, funny how it fits in with the way a person looks at the phenomenon of life. Steps up... we get to a plateau ..then steps down to learn some more..With swirling changing energy all around us.

I love the way thoughts swirl into me, graphics and images are so desperate to be drawn, to be born that I create 5 in a day. Life is good!!

Soaring beside you all. LIVE fully!! Please love with all of your being!! You never know when it will be taken from you. (group hug!!) Pulling you into my arms for a huge hug!!

Wow. A fabulous word! Love it!

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Day 4 Heart seed on point!

I created these small model sculptures last night. The “Heart in wings, Growth Shedding the Seed, and On Point”. 

The heart between the wings is an interesting shape. I wanted the heart to lay within the vesica piscis void, the eye shape. If you have read my blog, then you know I go on about that shape. It is the female shape of birth and it is also the shape of an eye. It has much significance to me. I believe that all things come from the female, everything is birthed. 

We all were born. It just doesn’t get any simpler than that. 

Shedding the seed. The re-birth of a person, who has finally decided to live her best life, is what the center piece is about. There is a facebook post circulating about the seed needing to self destruct in order to grow. There is much truth in that. One must get to the bottom of the self in order to want to change. When one is sick and tired of being sick and tired then the behavior changes. THEN and only then will the transformation and transmutation take place.

We can be born again, only when one has died — can one transform and begin growth again.

The third sculpture is a personal favorite. I have been doodling this shape for ages, it is on my facebook page— The graphic is red and black upon my facebook page. When I was trying to decide what to do for my graduate thesis project, I took my sketch book into see the director. He was telling me to “focus”, I was flipping through my drawings- showed him this particular sketch—and he urged me to use that form.

When we focus our energy —into the bullseye of what we most desire—miracles happen!!

All three are my Trinity: We are birthed to plant seeds and to be reborn over and over and when we focus on our passions miracles happen!

(Jp Parsons on facebook)

Monday, October 12, 2015

Day 3 The Dragon Egg

The seed, the vesicle piscis, the shape of the vagina, the womb, the place of birth. We all want to grow, to become more, to not stagnate. Moving, growing and flowing. It is a place that causes strife and stress when the seed is erupting and tearing its outer skin off in order to break free from itself.

The graphic image is created from a drawing and then I added color using photoshop. The ever present stairs haunt me. I am determined to climb the stairway to heaven, I am continually pushing upward. 

Truth be told I want the rest of you folks to climb beside me. 

You see, this journey is happening because my best girlfriend got cancer. (Waving) She didn’t know how she would awaken the sleeping dragon. She didn’t know that I was raise my head and say: “What the hell? You mean we might only have today—just today to life?”

The rawest truth is simple- death shows us—we got one damn life to live. Only one…and you better wake to hell up and do it full FORCE. Rip the fog from your eyes, take the druggy illusions away and face your life full on!!

So …thank you Ina for shaking up my world. I needed that wake up slap…You want to see full force living…You ain’t seen nothin yet.

(hugging you tight Ina) God knows I love you Darlin! Soaring beside you!.

Sunday, October 11, 2015

Day 2- Conquering self

Original one of a kind art--by one-of-a-kind artist.
Judith Parsons 2015
Yesterday was my first day back in the pool for 5 hours straight. It has been a long while since I have swam so long. If you are a mermaid/merman pool person than you know how your big toe wears down. The skin of the big toe is worn off from the rough texture of the pool.

It is a memory I laughed at, as I pulled my sheet up over my feet, the skin is actually layers and catches the sheet. Wow! That sensation connected me to my old self…and I laughed.

The children, oh the lovely incredible children! My heart is healed a million times over as I swim and teach those little shy and scared ones about the magnificence of water. The boys all relate to the water being like space, a non gravitational space to float and swirl. 

I teach them how to hold upon the wall and float with their ears in the water…ALL of them start trying this new trick, all of them are amazed that their little lungs are their own personal floatation devices.
Some need a wee bit more convincing. So I ask them to reach down to pick up a toy off the pool floor…and of course their lungs prevent them from going down.

Sooooo all in all it was a fabulous time in the pool with 9 groups of wee ones! IT was heaven upon earth!

I am living within the constraints of “No additives!” Nope…just healthy eating and living. I am traveling a new path, walking, swimming and soaring in my minds eye beside you all. My friends and family. I am telling you all, to help hold me accountable. 

Last night I drew this graphic it took many hours. Normally, I would fall asleep after a few classes of wine. I need to say this. I am not ashamed of my past, I have learned from it. It isn't something that needs to be whispered or hid in a closet. It just didn't work for me anymore. Plain and simple. I am not justifying who or what I am...I am rambling on about my over indulgence.

The quest to conquer oneself, it is like putting a bridle and saddle upon a wild mustang. I have been roaming and running with the storms for all of my life. It is time to rein myself in. It is time to settle and focus. It is time to be aware.

There is a really cool Noble dude out there, he told me to focus…He was absolutely right. Stop with all the foggy hiding devices and focus Jude…(Hugging you tight man- God knows I miss the hell out of you!

Love you all…Soaring…Unfurling my wings and fins…and running powerful toward my goal.

Saturday, October 10, 2015

Day One...Quest

Original art created by Judith Parsons 2015

We all have our “go to” comforts. Some are alcohol, some are drugs and some are food.
I have recently been given a huge gulp of reality. There is nothing like the topic of mortality to awaken one. Only when we are reminded of how precious life is—-do we really sit up and take notice.

So. Today I start on a new quest. 

I do not want to preach, geeeeeezzzzz no one wants to be preached at. 

Today I walk along my own pilgrimage—to find my truest self. Without additives. And since we all know that what we think, what we give power to is what we manifest into our lives...

I will see my highest, most enlightened self walking and smiling beside me. She is an elongated version of myself. She is strong, firm and grounded in body, mind and spirit. She will accompany me, as I walk and swim to my best self.

We are what we consume. If we take in negative food or negative emotions—then our body will reflect it.

That is as basic as I can get.

I swam last night…I swam to this yearning to be more. 

Day One.

Friday, October 9, 2015

Being Honest

Original art, created especially
for this blog by
Judith Parsons 2015

First off I want to apologize to my Love. I was drunk and said some horrible things. You are right to be angry, and even more right to end our relationship because of it.  

We all know the analogy of hurtful words being similar to a nail hammered into wood. One can remove the nail, and the hole is still there. I slammed a rail road spike and left a huge hole. She may not want to be my love, after all I said.

I can never take back the words. For that, I am truly sorry.

However, that has made me really evaluate my drinking and it is a problem. I have to be honest and come out into the light and say—I do not want to be an addict. Even if it is only to wine…

Alcohol has consistently been negatively impacting my life. It is time to own it. It is time to change my behavior.

I want to be, need to be healthier. 

It is time—once and for all- to conquer my self.

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

The Pink Elephant

The Pink Elephant Created by Judith Parsons 2015
There are many situations that create the pink elephant in the room. The pink elephant term refers to a problem or controversial issue that everyone is aware of, however, it is being ignored. Generally because the issue involves conflict and pain.
Nobody likes pain.

I created the pink elephant. Yep. The art and the situation. I will not go into great detail. We all have our elephants to deal with.

Suffice it to say, it is time for a change. “A change…” according to Shery Crow …”will do me good.”

I am sorry. I know….I know…You don’t want me to say it any more.

Sunday, October 4, 2015

Net Tribe of Love

We are all more connected than we know! I love Facebook and this social platform of connectivity! 

I have artist friends all over the world! I have a friend who does a painting gathering club, (waving at Molly) and sculptresses and poet friends. I know professors who carve in marble and create in steel.

We all just do our own thing. We write, doodle, paint and ramble on. All of us just doing what we love to do.

My dad was a weekend artist. He made sculptures of sailboat and marshes and even wove nets. 

The inter-net connects us all…we are crossing borders and weaving our light into one another. This new net is comforting…The tribe net…we have woven under us all. 

Have a blessed day sweet loves… (If you are watching your sports and screaming at the tv-coz you know they can hear you…May your team win. They will…)


Saturday, October 3, 2015

Curvy points...or not.

Original art...Created by Judith Parsons
Sculpture becomes photoshop art.

I am creating a sculpture that uses sacred geometry elements to define me.

Fay told me ages ago; "Just create you...what ever that is. Capture it."

Then last year, I took a class that took me back to art history and connected me to my architectural roots.

I tried to do architectural rendering...Fay taught me alot!! (waving and smiling)

I always wanted to be an architect. (sighing) I am not so sure why I didn't chase after that dream.

I shall ponder that.

There are a million things I want to create..and I will keep dreaming of cool art.
Sorry this doesn't have a point. I have been working with clay for 8 hours and I am too tired to make sense. I will pour a class of wine and listen to KQED--Garrison is on at 6pm.

Laughing--I used to say it ages ago--and here it is again. There are no points, just curvy ramblings.


Keep creating...Love you all...