Moving art and starting over. (Yet again)

Original one-of-a-kind art by Judith Parsons Art 2019

Hey Sweet Luvs!

It is been awhile. I am writing from my original location. For 6 years I lived in San Francisco, securing my Masters In Fine Art.

I packed up and discovered Amtrack will ship luggage and boxes of books across America. It CAN BE DONE.

( I swear I will write about Amtrack and what I learned in another blog.) Thank you Mark and Lisa and Sara. (hugging you all in a huge group hug) I hope you all connected and made the art switch off.

The photographs to the left are my art. I work with digital laser acrylic, glass, clay and graphic design composition.

   Swimming is keeping me fit and happy! I adore the children, especially when they have their "Awww-Ha!" floating holy moly moment. That is what I live for right now. I believe God gives me a feather for my angel wing every time a child learns to float. I believe I am saving a life.
I work at PAC in Mandeville. The club is posh and glorious!! They have a jacuzzi and steam room too.  Come visit and give me a hug!

I am working with Jeanette Murray (waving) creating clay sculptural pieces which I will be slumping glass into soon. SO watch for some new art coming soon.

I am applying all over the place, for an art teaching job in the fall.


I love you guys! (hugging you tight) It is good to be home.

Family Beliefs

Original art by Judith Parsons Art 2019
The hexagon and the fish were cut using digital laser technology.
The hexagon is wood and the fish is leather.

There were many magical moments this past week with my children. I am blessed to be closer to them. Admittedly, I flew to San Francisco to do me. To "own me." To get another degree under my belt, for a million reasons. But this blog isn't about that.

This blog is about the mother children connect. And how incredible life is being around my children.

This week I hugged my son and his girlfriend! Then we all clinked and cheered glasses as we raised our eyebrows in grinning delight for the future yet to come!

A glorious weekend seeing and being with my flesh and blood. I can't help but grin at the sparkling eyes that looked across the table at me.

As my first week closed and it was time to head back to Covington, Margaret and I did what we love to do, we shared out favorite songs. We were driving across the Lake Ponchatrain Causeway. The sun was reflecting like diamonds on the water and we were grinning like idiots at one another.

She played her favorite song about being real. She explained she loved it so much because she was trying to live her MOST REAL life, in the way she created her art and the way she teaches her children in elementary school. It was a fabulous song as I felt she was trying to explain to me her process for living in the moment. To be as honest as she could be. I love that facet of Marg. She does herself 100%.

Then I played my song, which was most appropriate after the "Womb Room" art opening the night before.

Melissa Etheridge: “Slowly we row.” It is a mother daughter song. One of the lines is; “Tell me what I should believe.” In my imagination that line swirls in the middle of the water. 

The reflection of me, my daughter and my mother and even my grandmother. Look back at me. The mirror of my women. My grandma with her white hair- much like mine- her hand upon my shoulder. My mother’s face on the opposite shoulder, and my daughter and son's face under my chin.

I reach up in my minds eye and caress my mother’s face and grandmother’s face. They can see the tears dripping from my chin, the tears leaking. That family relationship is precious. 

Try and use your voice with your mother. I never did. I thought of her as a pain in the rear for most of my life. I felt she wanted to clip my wings. I don’t want my children thinking the same thing about me. I want to help fling my eagle children into the sunlight and watch them soar.

I believe in the mirror reflecting the mirror. Change and transformation is inevitable. I believe in learning how to ground myself so that I can plant the seed of new beginnings. I believe in Love. 

Lots of incredible connections are happening. Loads of love abound. Let us continue to dance, (smiling) lets play our tunes for one another and shake our hips and be ALIVE with love. (Hugging you all- thank you for stopping by.)

A little different

Illustration and design by Judith Parsons Art 2019
San Francisco

I am writing on the fly. What you see is what you get. I will read over once and try to catch any typo's, however, chances are there will be some small something I miss.

The art is a whim. Plain and simple.

I usually sketch in a pad, then create the sketch in the Adobe Illustrator software. I then take it into photoshop to continue playing.

One white dot at the center of the swirl, two larger white dots with swishes coming off of them. Then little triangle shapes off the main shape.

The swirl is a constant in my art.  I like to think it is because of the shrimp I love to eat. Some of my best eating involved large quantities of cajun spiced hot to the touch shrimp. Usually my work is centered. This is off kilter. Right now at this particular moment my bedroom looks like hurricane Katrina blew through. It is a jumbled mess.

I have a sculpture that is in limbo land. I think Mark Cohen would love to have this magnificent piece of art in his home. It is a strange and complicated piece of art. I do hate to part with it. However, it was born in CA and needs to reside here, in "her" home state.
(Waving at Mark!! Call me!)

Today was my last weekend of teaching at the YMCA in Chinatown. I cried a couple of times, saying goodbye to children that I will not forget. I invested my heart and soul into these wee minnows. A few I have watched blossom into the pre-swim team. I see families on the bus and they call out: "Hey Teacher!" I can't help but smile. It is nice to be loved and hugged.

I will tell you a secret. After every class I make them say: "I am strong." and after today's last class I made them add: " I am a great swimmer and I will never forget Miss Judy." So there you have it! I am not ashamed to admit this. AND all of them grinned from ear-to-ear when they said it! With a great high-five palm slap.

So. I bow out Chinatown. I will miss you crazy intense lovely families! I love the way the community pushes its children to stay healthy and fit. Life is pretty darn amazing with fabulous friends like these!! Keep singing, shining and swimming!!

Creatively heal with an Art Church.

Technology today allows for the creative mind to flow non stop. However, we need chill time. Time to float upon the surface of nothing and just listen to our heart beat.

When I am swimming I become one with the bubble. I stretch out my spine, I give it some much needed rest. I elongate the disc that constantly have weight upon them.

The art created starts from this fluidity. The composition lower down is something I have been experimenting with the abstract LOTUS .

Every single day I create and create. Taking favorite shapes combining them, playing with their rotation, distorting them, transforming them endlessly.

I love doing it for a few hours every single morning.
Maybe you have thought about the lotus flower. Maybe you have deconstructed it and constructed it many times. Each peddle is its own boat.  I love the leaf shape. It sits elegantly upon the surface, twilling swirling spinning about happily on its own.
We can be apart of something larger and magnificent or we can be the single leaf alone.

I would like for all of us to join together. Create ART in a spiritual realm. Let us make a huge mosaic and build an art studio chapel and decorate the wall of our church with our own creations.

Yesterday, Oprah had a video clip about deciding what is is we want. Make the decision, say it clearly out loud, declare it and own it. I suppose I am doing that now. I would like your support universe to help me create a magical magnificent spirit art place upon which we can create art.

Step one declaring our desires. Done.

We shall develop together, growing and becoming a healing place for art.

Mission MOVE!

Art by Judith Parsons Art 2019 San Francisco

Good morning Love.

I have 9 packages that will be moved.  3 small square boxes, one flat-ish box, 4 large suit cases and one very cumbersome large box. Nine compartmentalized containers.

3 to the third power.

The ultimate Trinity. Don’t get hung up on the word Helen. (Waving)  It is okay. We all have attachments to words, to what something means. As I wrote that I could see a shard of mirrored glass stuck into the ground. Perhaps stuck in a rut, where a wheelbarrow rolls over.

If you have experience with wheelbarrows and/or ruts, then you are my sort of soul. Wheelbarrows were designed to carry a heavy load. Maybe that is my totem icon, the wheelbarrow. (I am laughing at that idea.)

I am not certain if today’s children even know what a wheelbarrow is. I grew up in the country, my dad had gardens and it inspired me at an early age to dig up my mother’s daffodils and run inside showing her my harvest of onions. I do not think she was pleased at all.

Sorry. This is the truest me. All over the place. Sarah (waving- calls it squirreling ) That would be me. Twenty thoughts all at once trying to jump upon the screen. 

Words have this competition, they are animated and alive, they vie for attention. Like pitiful hungry toddlers all wanting to get to the first of the cake line. 

Smiling. 

Back to the move.

I abhor moving. Perhaps the saddest part of moving is evaluating what one is made of. It is all right there -- in your face. Clothing that never has been particularly stylish. More garden fashion than anything. My art, THERE- that would be the real me…my art is heavenly. So I am carefully moving bits and pieces of myself. Determined to throw away anything that doesn’t bring tears to my eyes.

I have sketch pads galore that are going in the trash. 5 years of pads of drawing and books of drawings that were whims of a thought. I have fleeting thoughts of wall papering a wall with the collage of the past 5 years of drawings. Geometry, trinity man, book of Kells lions, swirls upon swirls of lines designed with nothing better than releasing the drawing from my mind, so my mind might calm down before bed.

There you have it Love. My mind is very complicated, dyslexic for sure, up-side down and backwards definitely!! 

Though, academia saved me. For all of you instructors out there who do not believe in giving “A’s”…stop that shite. In a world where there is no validation that is real. Academia should be that place- where work put in- from day one of class- to work put in at end of semester shows improvement. In a world where you put in the work- you should get the grade- is important- GIVE the A.

I grew up in a dysfunctional family, where we called one another names. In the time I grew up- there was no "PC politeness". School was where I got validation. I worked my ass off in any class I ever took. Oh- and art school is NOT easy. It is physically demanding. One must do ALL of art these days, sculpt it and then photograph it and then market it with your own press releases.

Margaret Keelan, and DJ (hugging you around the neck) YOU understood how crucial that A was to me. Thank you from the jumbled up bottom of my heart. I adore you both.

You might think art is difficult to grade. It isn’t. You know who the work horses are. You know who is staying at school until the security people push them out the door. YOU know who is striving and thriving on the process and making of art. Does it fit the gallery standards? Ha! What the hell is that anyway?

Oh- this was supposed to be about moving. I suppose it is. I am leaving San Francisco. I came to this magnificent town because Lawrence, who was associated with Lucas films and Star Wars was the director at Academy of the Art University. I was intrigued by “the force”. I desired my Master of Fine Art and secured it! I know the ways with the digital laser and intend to create brilliant art.

There you have it- my silly reason for moving across the country. Silly!

I am leaving with the force securing tucked into my belt. I have it, like a pair of super energized magical power gloves. When I decide to slide them on- watch out- there are lightning bolts of art being created.

I have HUGE design of art to be made in New Orleans! I have glass blowing and metal art to create, and mosaics…ooooooh the new art that will be made!

I need a studio, I need a fabulous place to create. I would also love a gallery upon which you can come visit and peruse my new art which will be made.

Wish me luck sweet Loves!! New Orleans lets make great art together!! Wooohoooooo!!!

It is the overlapping connections.

"Overlapping connections" by Judith Parsons Art 2019 

Here goes. Rambling about over lapping connections.

The dots in each oval shape are from the connections of a very detailed piece of art. (see yesterdays art in Instagram: JudithParsonsArt55555)

Each square where 2 lines cross create an energy.

The awakened aware self feels, senses, and "knows" when a connection is REAL.

Yesterday as I was leaving the pool, a woman was swimming and our eyes connected and I smiled at her and we both said hello. It was such a genuine smile that I commented: "Such a lovely smile."
She replied: "Because it is real."

I laughed and did a little "Wooohoooooo!" and smiled the rest of the evening. It was a simple connect, yet a lovely lightning bolt of realness.

There you have it. A small blog about connections. The art is what I love. Five womb shape rings, rotated and rotated and duplicated. Playing with connections, learning to be aware. Being aware of love for the sake of love. Connecting because we all share lovely energy!

Keep shining! And remember to sing. And resist being a bitch- just coz you can. No one wants that drama. Keep it to yourself...examine and be aware and smile...just coz you can.

Love you all. Keep being REAL!

Deer Monk move

The Deer woman asleep.
Art by Judith Parsons Art 2019 San Francisco 

I have been following Jamie San and David Carson’s medicine cards for years. The deer is innocence and compassion. This animal is a big part of my journey. I created the art with a woman curled up sleeping inside.

When life gets stressful, most of us want to sleep. We want to avoid the stress, we want to consume anything that will fog up the reality. Silence it. Dull it down abit.

Lately, with so much to complete before the move. I have challenged myself to “STAY awake” throughout the whole messy process.

If you have moved then you know how you eat all the cereal and jars of tomato sauce that have been sitting in the cabinet. I am at that stage. Double checking the size and weight that Amtrak will allow. I have no car and am asking friends to step up and help me take boxes to Amtrak.

I am in the process of deciding what goes with me. (sighing) Geeeeeeeezzzzzus, how do we accumulate so much mess!!?? I am totally becoming a monk with this move.

Sam, sex and never giving up.

Title: Keep going.
Inspired by Sam Lamott.
Original art by Judith Parsons Art 2019 (copyright pending)

This evening’s blog involves 3 elements; Sam, Sex guy and never giving up. (laughing) When I put them all in sequential order it sounds like a titillating blog. Well, now that I have you reading, lets continue…

I created this art, while listening to Sam Lamott’s podcast: “How to be human.” It reminds me of the dragon fly abstract I inked ages ago. However, it became more face like as the composition continued.

Sam was speaking to a friend about love, relationships and vulnerability. The over all podcast left me tingling with an a lovely energy, because these two men were sharing their hearts. They were stripping down to their bare assed souls and revealing how exhausting relationships can be.

Nawh, it was more than that. (slow sigh) The friend Sam was interviewing, while in his thirties, had a fabulously wonderful job as a sexual healer. His job was touching and giving physical intimacy to women. It was interesting to hear that he was exhausted at the end of everyday.

Perhaps he was giving too much of himself away. (We can talk about setting boundaries and being grounded in another blog.) However, as an older man reflecting back on his experiences, it sounded like he had checked all the physicalness and examined the sexual body facet of that diamond so completely that it wasn’t about that anymore.

Perhaps now it was more about “enlightenment”.

(Pausing…letting the energy tell me what to type next.)

Lately, I have been learning about “Wabi Sabi”. Maybe you have heard of it. It is a Japanese phrase that means celebrating the imperfections of something. (i.e., a cracked vase.)

Or maybe someone snoring or someone leaving wet towels upon the bathroom floor. We don’t miss the snoring or the wet towels until that person dies. Then - we would pay anything to have those annoyances back.

So maybe we are all realizing that pretty painted facade isn’t that important after all. Maybe being strong and healthy with an incredible spirit is what we are all looking for in others.

I do know we can all love and be open to love. We can overlap one another, (like the art) and no- the arm of one of the wiggles does not line up completely, and that is okay. 

So, when all is said and done: "We keep going.” That is Sam Lamott’s wisdom. Not mine. I like that. We crawl sometimes, and sometimes we run, (I am paraphrasing.) The point is we don’t give up.

Thank you Sam and your sex friend for an interesting bit of magic. We truly are ALL more connected than we know. Keep shining Sam!!

We all know things happen in threes. (It is that old Trinity thing again, dang it! It keeps popping up!) Thank you for taking the time to learn about Sam’s “How to be human.” podcast. And thank you for continuing to support my art. One day, I swear I will make prints and y’all will have something to remember me by.

(Hugging you tight) I adore you.

(Just so you know- I write on the fly…Whatever makes the fingers zoom over the keyboard-I type. I don’t edit. But y’all know that already.)

fleur de lis rising

Art by Judith Parsons Art 2019

Created using Adobe Illustrator and Photoshop
By Judith Parsons Art 2019

The fish and the vesica piscis.

Geometry changed me! Thank you Mark Reynolds for forever changing me.

The vesica piscis found my soul and I became haunted by the shape.

The church bell chimes as I am typing this.

The universe is giving me the exclamation point on this blog. Confirming my art. Affirming that I am on the right path toward enlightenment.

Combing the fish which represents water, life and Jesus Christ is my personal Trinity.

The need to "lecture" left the room.

It is me owning the best me.

Me just doing me.

And teaching swimming. Hopefully when I relocate to New Orleans I can teach art as well.  THAT would be a nice dream come true!

A studio with little fish artist making art. (grinning)
Swimming Artist.
(chuckling) Maybe that should be the name of the art school?
Who would take classes?

Natural Anita Boyle

Photograph by Anita Boyle 2019

Photograph by Anita Boyle 2019

Photograph by Anita Boyle 2019

Anita Boyle grabbed the camera
and ran out to capture nature.

She was captivated
By the lake, the light and the reflections.

She was hypnotized by the shimmering
colors. She kept taking photograph after
photograph.

One thousand-ish photos later she loads them
into her computer and we go through them.

I will be using the blue, brown and green shimmering photo in some of my art.

I probably will adjust the saturation. I can hear her screaming from across the lake:"N-o-o-o-."

Laughing
Just one love.

She claims she is a purest. She likes the whole idea of what you see through the lense is what the viewer also gets to see.

(smiling sigh) I am not so pure.

Great photos Love!

Keep clicking away!

It truly is "ALL about the light."

rain tears

Photographs and compositions  by Judith Parsons Art 2019. 

There was a movie, “Men in Black” where one of the main characters would cry and her crying would make it rain. She was so powerful that her tears caused the weather to change and the universe cried along with her.

Maybe we are all doing that now. Maybe we are all crying tears, tears of joy or pain. It does not matter which so much, as we are shedding the emotions that help wash away the past. Allowing more room mentally for living our best life.

Tears they do prepare for sacred transformation.

The signs of the tear drop have been appearing for the past four weeks. I found the tear drop in a ceramic piece of art, in a pair of glass ear rings and in a stone. The universe has been giving me signs, surrounding me for the signals that crying is upon us.

I am trying my best to fly high above the cloud layer, where the universe does not sheds Her tears. So as not to get my wings wet.

Sighing. Maybe it is time to get wet.

Time to let the rains clean the dust off my wings. Time to sit still in the branches of the tallest tree and rest.

As a child I remember watching the rain drops slide down the car window. There was always one drop that seemed to dance and move more than the others. It could be us, trying and vying for attention. Why do we dance and act the silly as children? Were we so desperate for attention?

I am no long desperate for the lime light. I dance for myself and the I dance to celebrate the achievements my baby sharks make in the pool.  My drop sits still upon the window not moving. Watching. 

Observing all the static actions, all the movement of messy dramas and I still still. Quiet.

It is cold and rainy here in San Francisco. It is unusual to have rain. I put on my flat cap, pulled my rain coat up around my neck and walked out the door. 

The rain, it sat upon my shoulder. The tiny drops like that hawk, sitting in the tree branches watching the girl cry in the movie. It is enough.

Holy Smiling Rocks

Photograph and composition created by Judith Parsons Art 2019

They began in August and September of 2017. Two stones upon the beach became one. One the head and one the body. Finding them was the third element of the beginning of this fabulous little tale.

As the two women just happened upon the separate rocks. And together they became one.

Deepak Chopra speaks about the wholeness of us all, and then the word “whole” became “holy”. There is a sacredness in all of us, a higher knowing, a witness to the self that whispers what we are to do.

I find the holiness of myself whilst my hands are busy. My daughter is also an artist and we walk into the onion field of art and pick up a medium and discuss it at length. There are so many layers to pull back and explore. She often says: “There is so much art to be made.”

I nod and giggle and agree. The rock in the image is doing the same thing, smiling out at you. Welcoming you into our world of creating and making and playing within the holiness of passionate play.

This stone found me a few days ago. I took the photograph, turned to look at something Anita had found and then turned back to pick up this smiling amazing rock and it hid. I kid you not, I searched and searched for it. And it decided it did not want to go home to be in Anita’s garden.

So, there you have it. The magic of “Holy Rocks”. I gathered lots more rocks, each one had to have a hole in it. I will paint them one day, and hang them upon a garden sculpture. Heck, even as I type this out- I can see many ideas bubbling up to the surface. Art wanting to be made.

That is all that it takes these days. A thought…that expands and take on its own life.

Anita and Margaret, two exquisite women in my life. Thank you for helping with the Trinity of Holy Rocks!  Keep smiling!!