Kiss me in the rain...

Original art by Judith Parsons Art 2016.

Tonight’s blog goes out to perspective. 

It sure is extra nice to experience something you don’t regularly have in your life. Perspective and rain are two that pop up tonight.

Tonight I visited with another artist and we discussed one another’s work. I love the way she sees the mistakes in my work, and the way I see the mistakes in her work. We have discussed it before. It is funny how the eye tires and stops Seeing.

The whole “see it from fresh eyes” is true.

Then the rain, seeing it is lovely, and at night— not seeing it is not so lovely. As in stepping off a curb and filing your penny loafers with water. It awakened me for sure!

The photo you see is tonight in the rain. The red light was incredibly extra ordinarily vibrant reflecting from the watery surface.

I sat at the bus stop, watching the colored lights of cars go by. The light moved in the rain drops.The colors were magically slow motion strokes of blurs. 

We are blessed with the rain. Most of you folks get tons of rain. Here, in San Francisco, we beg and plead God to give us rain. We don’t take rain for granted. It is the sort of thing that makes us wild with wanting! It is a grab your mate and  “run out under the rain, raise your face to the rain and kiss one another” sort of happy!!

Next time it rains in your neck of the woods, grab the one you are with and kiss them—out under the rain…enjoy the way it make you young again.

Night Sweet Luvs…enjoy!

Alone Art...Slow motion

Original art created by Judith Parsons Art 2016

It is time to put the world into slow motion.

Take time into the passionate level of creating, where every weave of the fabric is placed with certainty. It is a place of knowing your tools so intimately that your precision ability comes to the forefront.

It is an intense place to be. One can not sustain the place of highest precision for long. When that space and place is found, it is moved through in an slow motion matrix sort of savoring.

It is an alone place. I am comfortable finally with this one space of making art. It is not a place to share. 

Visions, thoughts, dreams, static all spin around us in a very fast hurricane of movement. KNOWING exactly where you need to be, knowing what needs to be done, and standing in that center of the storm…where all is eerily quiet.

Is

invigorating.

In this space of underwater silence I meet my highest self. “She” the queen of me, pulls me into her and through her…as I emerge through the other side I can see the tasks that need to be done. I can see my final gallery show for my thesis. I know exactly what needs to be done.

There is much work to be done.

That is all.

Isolation mode

For the past three days, I have been engineering art using Adobe Illustrator. The drawings are going to be used to cut out a sculptural form using acrylic. It is a precision ability. Truthfully, I never thought I would be one to fall in love with the perfecting of puzzle pieces…however, I can’t get enough of it.

I have created with clay, metal and glass none of those mediums really lend themselves to perfection. Its more of a: "close the kiln and pray to the kiln God" that it all comes together. I shake my head and laugh at this whole process. I have one foot placed firmly in the sculptural messy hands world and one foot in the incredibly precise digital laser technology.

As I have been drawing the layers of arches which have a “Trinity” symbol upon them the Isolation mode was something I used a lot. If you use the Adobe Illustration software, and are an intense artist, then you know what I am talking about.

The “mode of isolation” ability allows the user to change one element that resides within a group of elements. I can’t help but laugh at the title of this helpful mode. For three days I have been seriously focused upon this drawing. You are only seeing the layers placed upon one another so I could test the footing and the balance of the pieces. 

It is a dimensional puzzle celebrating the Trinity of Life. All of us are upon a quest. Your highest self is flying beside you, wings unfurled. Circling you and thrilled you are aware. The sun shines bright, the breeze is perfect, you have your walking stick in your minds eye. I’ll meet you high up, on the pinnacle.

Keep creating, keep loving…the mode of isolation helps us get the things done we need to accomplish. Whew. Intense three days of drawing. Art takes hard alone work. 

Appreciate an artist, purchase some of their work. It does your heart good. You know you want to!

Love you!

Snake snake snake...

Original art created especially for this blog
by Judith Parsons Art

If a snake bites you, you run. Initially, you get the heck out of dodge. Then you assess the damage. Was it a poison snake? You google your rear end off trying to find the snake, making sure you aren’t going to pass out and die in 20 minutes.

After you realize the seriousness of the situation you are either at the hospital or going back with a weapon to kill the snake.

Pretty simple right?

So, what if the snake is a negative person? What if the snake strikes at you, leaving you wondering, what the hell did I do, to deserve that?

It happens, a lot. 

Some people ignore it, and laugh it off.

Some people run away and contemplate what the next move is.

Some people keep taking that negative bite. Over and over again.

Some people kill the snake.

Decide.

 This is a test of the emergency blog cast system...If this had been a actual blog then you would see better art.

However, this is a teaching moment...so...lets keep going.

Not my body...

The art started out as 5 triangles centered over one another. I start with the triangle thinking of “Body, Mind and Spirit” it is a theme I am closely related to. I believe we should have balance in all areas.

Then I objectively stepped back and looked at the reality. Ken Robinson, said during a TED talk, “that most of us think of our bodies as something to hold our brain”. It is true. The body generally gets left behind when there is work to be done. 

Not my body… Yep. The body gets left on the sidelines. 

I personally have the swinging pendulum approach to my body. I generally don’t do anything for it, until my waist line gets tight and then I pay attention to what I am eating. Though, the reason I started teaching swimming was to make sure I got my rear end into the pool regularly.

Swimming is the only exercise I can tolerate. I do abhor sweating. Swimming is the outer space realm on this earth. Though, the point of this write really is to throw a pebble at a long Facebook friend and tell him: “Love yourself enough to put some time into your body.”

Okay I have said it. One must love oneself enough to work upon the body. It really does make you feel good when you can climb 5 flights of stairs and not pass out at the top.

The mind and the spirit get loads of exercise. Take the body out on a date, give him/her a little swim, a little rumba, and a little love.

Just saying.

Two great small insignificant things

We all have experienced the street light coming on as we walk by. Or maybe it turning off. If one is “aware” the slight small “sign” is not lost upon us. These little aware moments make us smile.

Magical energy is swirling all around us, waiting for us to notice.

Two great small insignificant things happened today. I know—a strange way to put it…however, once one knows…one can not “un-know” this awareness…

At swimming one of my students told me he loved his life, after I showed him how to do a kneeling dive. It was a simple thing. No big deal to me. However, to him, he was thrilled with his accomplishment.

I loved his grin, the way he looked at me. It was a lovely perfect “teacher-student kodak moment”.

Then…

Tonight as I was walking home from the movie, the wind picked up a plastic bag just as I walked beside it. It hovered and swirled around me. I stopped for a second, giving the energy a “hello” and continued on. There was a man video taping the street scene. I told him “magic” and laughed. The bag continued to move upward as I walked on.

It was a lovely moment. The man continuing to video the bag flying in the wind. 

I love my life.