Thursday, July 26, 2018

Divine Art week 3

Original one-of-a-kind art by Judith Parsons Art.
San Francisco 2018

This art took a few days to create.

Becoming one with the process, enjoying the time that it takes to create complicated art is the sign of a mature artist.

I am figuring out the niche I am good at.

Precision is something -I never thought much about. It took returning to college to acquire my graduate degree, to finally embrace the .005 line of perfection.

With the laser cutter, I learned the art of exact puzzle pieces.

It is a process, learning. We can't jump into the deep end with out first learning to swim. It is all making wonderful sense.

Truth be told, it is easier to do precision work with out the fog of additives. Just trust me on this one. Don't delve into the foggy realm of trying to soften reality. The fog covers everything up. The world becomes silent. Eventually isolation of the white out shrouds everything. Making life very difficult.

Try your best to life straight up, no additives of drugs. I have restarted a few times, when I do partake of drink, I awaken feeling frustrated. Wondering why I make the choices I make. When I KNOW they aren't good for me. Having said that, why do we do what we do?

So. Here I go again. This is week 3 of being "on the dry wagon." (Who makes up these strange sayings?) Divinity, serenity, trinity. Stripping off the foggy layer.

This is it. The raw, scrubbed clean baby born yet again. I stand a toddler in essence, in week 3 of no drink, my nights I spend drawing upon my laptop in illustrator. I am SO dang awake now. My evenings in my one bedroom seem to last for days.

Just do yourself a divine favor, walk away form the fog. Let the precise spot light of love burn it all away. Look into the camp fire awake, with no additives. Listen to the evening summer sounds with no muffled fog. Breathe in a big lung full of crisp air and smile. You don't need any fog now.

You have this!
You really do!

Sunday, July 15, 2018

One week

Original one-of-a-kind art by Judith Parsons Art 2018 San Francisco
Art Priestess



Down and down we peel
We reveal
Nothing and everything.

Week One

All the ties that bind.
All the concrete that kept me teethered
All the fog that kept me blinded
All the blah blah blah

Because we ALL know...yep. Actions speak louder than words.
(You know just what I mean.)

Thursday, July 5, 2018


Graphic created by Judith Parsons Art • San Francisco 2018
Line 13 from Margaret Parsons Artist statement.

Line 13

My lines are figurative.

Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Egg. Breath of Compassion

The simple "Y" branch
Original art by Judith Parsons Art 2018 San Francisco

The Shape of the letter "Y". Arms outreaching like a toddle wanting to be picked up.

You've seen the toddle, head back, on the verge of tears. Tired. Just wanting mom to pick him up.

The shape also a perfect small tree. Two branches reaching upward.

The Y, (laughing) the place I work. The one place where children connect me to my truest most real self.

This past week has been filled with self struggles. Tears, as you know, prepare for sacred transformation.

I am stronger for the "Y" of the world.

I have made appointments to search through the why of what is going on.

Playing in illustrator - I started this art so I could make an animation. This is step 20. I loved the egg shape that bubbled to the surface.

The shapes in the corner remind me of the "breath of compassion". A lovely sacred geometry shape.
I suppose I am going back to the egg, the cocoon and figuring out what is working and what is not working.

Life is connected by "y"s...branches and arms...reaching out. Always wanting more.

Play those tunes luvs. Let the music take you away. Save yourself with self care.