Sunday, February 24, 2019

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!!

Thursday, February 21, 2019

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.

Tuesday, February 19, 2019

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. 

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!!!

Thursday, February 14, 2019

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!

Thursday, February 7, 2019

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.

Sunday, February 3, 2019

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.)