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!!

The Art of observing

Art created with the red tail wing in mind.
Art by Judith Parsons Art 2018

There is a red-tailed hawk in the city. He comes around every so often, and sits upon the railing of the fire-escape. He is looking for breakfast, very still and observant.

I will leave you with Jamie Sans and David Carsons wise words:

“Hawk medicine teaches you to be observant, to look at your surrounding. Observe the obvious in everything you do. Life is sending you signals.

Life is the initiation. Right now a clue about the magic of life is being brought to you. This magic can imbue you with the power to overcome a currently stressful or difficult situation. The test is your ability to observe the nuances if power lurking nearby. Is power the talent you have and are not using?”

They go on to say: “Hawk may be bringing you the message that you should circle over your life, and examine it from a higher perspective. From this vantage point you may be able to discern the hazards which bar you from freedom of flight.”

I hope the hawk has helped you see life with a clearer perspective.

Being aware of your emotions, allowing yourself to feel them. Letting the tears flow, so that the released fears can be seen. Assess and evaluate where you are. Are you content in this space in your life?

If so congratulations. If you feel you need more out of your life. Then make a list of what is it you want to achieve. Then question what needs to be learned in order to reach that goal.

When I walk to the kitchen and see the hawk majestically sitting there. I stop. I can’t help but stop. And nod a hello to the beautiful creature. I thank God for the messenger in my life. I smile-and blow a kiss…

I look forward to moving back to the land where red birds are prevalent and hawks are a regular sight.  Life is magical! There is so much art to be made!! Woooooohoooooooo!!! 

Clay Forever Trees.

My daughter teaches art at St. Andrews Episcopal Church in New Orleans.
These are ceramic Christmas trees that her students made.
Her photograph- my composition.

My daughter and I were talking about the ornaments you see here.

If you have even fired a kiln, and especially if you have had children's ornaments inside...then you know how tense the firing can be.

She had the children make a paper cone and then drape the clay worms around the paper cone.
The paper burnt out and what is left is extraordinary incredible pieces of art.

The feeling of relief was immense as she opened the lid of the kiln.

The shapes are fabulous and Dr. Suess like- they defy gravity in their unbalanced shapes.

They are INCREDIBLE!! Standing ovation to Margaret for her students work!

Now that we have the praise passed around let us get on to the real subject at hand. Christmas tree ornaments. I have heard from people over the years who have my ornaments upon their tree. The medium has been glass, clay, leather, and mirrored acrylic.

The lovely thing about Christmas is the fact that it only happens once a year. It isn't seen everyday. So pulling out a memory is special.

Then clay. Think of the medium. It has been fired. It has been put through the test. Those folks shifting through ash in CA- they are finding China and ceramic pieces of their past. They probably are finding ceramic ornaments.

Make something in clay, put it through the test of fire, and go hang it upon a tree. Think of it like this: the ornament you made your mom, will be passed down to your grand daughter. She will turn it over in her hand and she your name and the year you made it. She will smile, holding apart of your energy in her hand.

Art- it is am amazing gift. Let me help you make ornaments for your wee ones. Much Love Sweet Luvs!

Ladders Star

I grew up with rail road tracks
behind my house.

If you take the rail road ties and those parallel lines and stand them up, you have a ladder.

Moving along.

Just keep moving.

Take those feathery thoughts and write them down. Say them, own them.

Claim every single stepping stone.

Something lately has happened.
I stopped looking to others for approval.
Maybe it was the therapist. Maybe it was the star alignment. For whatever reason the anxiety that normally arrives as I open my eyes every darn morning, stopped.

I wish I could tell you what happened. Or how this enlightened state, or phase (as my mom would say) transpired. However, the energy has settled.

I don't need to brag and go on to my girl friend, my daughter, my boss or my friends. I am at a state of listening. (slow sigh) Maybe it is the season, the fall of the leaves, the letting go of one season and knowing this hibernating space is coming. Who knows?

For whatever reason I give you my latest sketch turned into art. Then turned into a star.

Do not use without permission. Please respect people's creations and original art.

Have a blessed day Sweet Friends! Much love and light-

Judith Parsons Art 2018 November 13