A REAL ARTIST

Last year I took a art class with a man who has light wings! You know the type of person I am talking about. They almost walk upon their tippy toes- they have a bounce to their step. They fly so high upon happiness they rise above the muck and mundane mess of reality. They refuse to get sucked into the negativity.

That is what makes him: “A REAL artist.”

I know- Pinnocchio, the wooden puppet becoming a real boy comes to mind. (grinning) Joel has a certain naïve charm about him. Oh, I so hope- the harshness of life doesn’t wear it away. I think- I used to be like that. Maybe that is the core element to being an artist- having that inner child like wonder.

This gentleman’s name is Joel Ford, sadly- he does not have a web page yet- most of us are working on that aspect. You can follow him via facebook!! I imagine he would be more than happy to include you upon his friends list.

 You see the glorious photograph displaying his charm. He is like that all the time! He smiles easily and genuinely. I couldn’t help but grin and smile when I saw his profile photo. We used to call moments like these: “Kodak” moments.  What a photograph! Esmeralda Ruiz captured this magical moment in time!! Thank you Dear.

I asked Joel why he felt he needed to acquire his masters degree. (His illustrations and three dimensional characters are off the charts insane good!!!) He said he needed to prove to himself and to his family members that he could do this. No one else in his family had acquired a master’s degree.

He said: “I wanted to take charge of the opportunities life gave me to make my life better now and for the future.” BRAVO!!! Job well done Joel!!! (standing ovation)

Stay connected to the people across the room that smile and laugh! I expect great things from this artist! Follow him!  I will be following him! I imagine him creating incredible three dimensional characters- bringing the impossible to life.

Congratulations Joel!! It is an incredible accomplishment! Securing a MFA- Masters in Fine Art!!!! Woooohoooooo!!!

JOEL FORD!!!! YOU ARE a REAL ARTIST!!!!!

Fish=Trinity=Body/Mind/Spirit= Past/Present/Future

Original art- created a few minutes ago- by Judith Parsons.
2014(copyright pending ) Contact if interest in art.

Just for today, I have mastered slowing the river… Okay. Scratch that- it is too lofty. 

How about:  I am floating easily upon the river now.
(Smiling sigh)
That works.

I have turned a bend in the river. It has taken a while for the energy to settle back to its even flow. When school is in session I find my days consumed with art. It will not let me leave it. She (Art) is a mistress that demands much from me. And I am all too willing to submit. I demand much from her- and I am constantly pushing her to the extreme. Such is the life of an artist.

The wisdom of accepting the energy ebb and flow combined with facing my fears and adding upon the medicine lessons of animals crossing my path, I have created my own perfect Trinity. (At least for now)

There are folks who have me (my art) in their house. And I have been remiss about keeping up with them. There is no excuse for that. Pure laziness. I am waving at you. I am wondering if you are reading this- I am hopeful you see my energy. I have not forgotten my babies. My art that I created ages ago.

I cradle you and the arts energy in my arms. I snuggly hug you and hope you still smile at the art. I hope you still love it.

I am facing the tuna poisoning issue. My art is asking that I deal with it. THIS is a very disturbing place for me. However, I wanted to forewarn you- that my art is turning toward the fish symbol- and all that it means to me.

Fish = God
Fish= God= Trinity

Fish=God=Trinity=Steps upward

Fish=God=Trinity= Steps=Enlightenment

FISH= PAST-PRESENT-FUTURE

FISH= BODY-MIND-SPIRIT

Fish=ME

Fish= Me=Mermaid

New art will address these issues.

Please keep the world in your prayers- the world MUST stop the radiation leak.

We need to ALL join together to live together.

Cardinal Love

Original art created by Judith Parsons for this blog. 

The red feathered word “Cardinal” is beautiful. It is spiritual in nature and sacred as I attach that word to my mother. 

When I see a cardinal fly by- immediately it triggers memories of my mother. She would kiss her palm and spread her hand flat –her long tapered fingers pointing toward the bird. She would blow a kiss across the backyard toward the cardinal. My eyes followed the invisible kiss and she would prompt me to blow a kiss as well.

It brought good luck. It still does! (grinning)

I have attached other meanings to the magnificent red winged bird. Too many meanings to tell the tale here. (grinning)

Red is all its gloriousness! Woooohoooooo!!!

Ina (waving)  and I went to a “Cirque du Soleil” show. There was a part- where 7 dancers dressed in Cardinal Robes pranced about the stage.

The red of the fabric was highlighted magnificently. The flowing of the robe, combined with the stark contrast of black and the swinging of this person connected on millions of levels.

Across the board on all x and y levels the threads of red through my veins. I soar with the red- the passion of Love- it runs in my veins- and I am plucked from this illusion of reality by God’s magnificent hand and thrust into the sun!

I am with my mother, as I hear the cardinal whistle- I hear my mother’s whistling back. I can see her now, nodding at me- walking up to me, wrapping her arms around me…

Thank you Cardinal Love!

May you blow a kiss today--and may you smile!

Magical sacred art

I am spontaneously rambling on...

Beside these words is an original piece of art I created earlier...I used photoshop and clipping paths...I created one side of the warriors face- and the eyebrow over both eyes...It took over -and for 4 hours it drew itself. It wanted to be born- I moved out of the way and let the magic happen.


I created it with an animation in mind.
Layer by layer- clipping path by clipping path- I added the lines.

I hope my daughter see this and can tell me an easy way to animate this piece of art.

Becoming
a
master
in
art.

That
is my quest.



Authentic art comes from a magical  and ritualistic place.

Even if that art is a sunset that imprinted itself upon your mind. You were in awe long enough to take that image and save it to the memory banks of your heart and soul. You didn't have to photograph it- or paint it...You remember it. THAT process is magic- and reverent.

I love the way we are all woven together. I love the way words unravel and become threads that tie my art to you. Knots and tangles and messy colors swirling upon the screen.

Follow your bliss...DO what you love. Do it full force!! Run to it- and let it capture you--let the passion of your love whisk you away.

I wish for you all-passion...sacred magic!

One Fish, Two Fish...Blue Fish

I am finishing up a year learning who I am as an artist. I started blogging to record the process of birthing art. (smiling and shaking head at this screen) I have learned that I love how complicated the process of art is. Yet, it isn’t complicated at all.

It is the ultimate paradox.

Letting it be born as its authentic magical and spiritual creation- is the tricky part.

I see a trend in the colors I use. The blues and blacks hues. The blues of New Orleans Jazz, the blues of the Blue Dog, the blues of a woman striking out upon her own—looking outside of herself to find what is inside herself.

I imagine my skeleton would be blue in color, like the ocean, with swirls of sunset golden reflections.

Remember Dr. Suess’s, his book: “One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish- Blue Fish?” I loved Dr. Suess, I loved his blue fish. I also loved the page where he talks about people standing around “waiting.” I have learned I am not a patient person. I don’t do “waiting”- very well. I couldn’t even wait upon my children to call me on Mother’s day. I figured I’d go ahead and ring them, and not wait about for them to ring.

Hearing their voices and laughing with them was the perfect gift.  I need to ring them regularly to hear their smiles.

I live right next to a magnificent woman, that smiles all the time. We don’t speak the same language. We are still dealing with smiling and nodding and trying to find a place of familiarity. We use new media technology to assist in communicating. I look forward to learning about her culture and life.We really are blessed to live in this day and age!

She gave me a bag of tea. We discussed how to brew it. (sighing) I am not sure what she was saying. She was trying to tell me how many times I could use the tea. (I think.) One spoonful can be used a couple of times? (Any help in this regard is welcome)

As much as I love the heck out of sculpture- creating graphics is in my bones. It can't be helped.

I created the art, just for this blog.

Four years ago, I played with pool images. My daughter and I floated and played about and we took photos of one another. I took my photo image and used the smudge tool and created that strange fish sort of shape.

There it is.

Am I floating in tea? Am I swimming in the blues of a ocean I long to have? Am I drinking in the blues of life- and learning lessons? Hmmm…I could keep guessing at what it means. Perhaps you might have a clue?

You are art!

A choice- to treat your body like art!

It is all about choices.  There are so many choices. Choices to care about yourself, to give yourself time, to honor your self or to not care about self at all. People notice when you honor yourself.

I worked with a gentleman, a sales representative, that drove a very expensive car. He felt he was worth it and he felt people saw him drive up in his expensive car and they figured he was doing something right- and they wanted to invest in his product.

I am not saying you need an expensive car. However, I am saying that your body can be the package you present to the world.
In San Francisco, most of the people walking down town “have a look.” They do not wear shabby clothing-and they have a quality about them- that says- “I take care of myself.” (Smiling sigh)

There is an artist look, I am taking it in- and starting to see how other artist dress and carry them selves. It is a process, finding one’s look. Creating your look.
As my daughter told me-“Mom, treat your body like a piece of art.”

I am doing that.

I have found a pool across the street, the mermaid in me- is happy!!! The YMCA is back in my life- I am better swimming. I am stronger with water in my life!

Perhaps I am a flying fish…(grinning)

Soaring-submerging-smiling- shining-singing….
Love you all!