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Art OUT, Knoxville Pride
“L” is for the way you look at me
“O” is for the only one I see
“V” is very, very, extraordinary
“E” is even more than anyone that I adore
And love, is all that I can give to you
The original is being donated to Art OUT Pride event in Knoxville, TN because LOVE seems like the best reason to give to great causes, isn’t it? I saved the scan so that prints can be made available for anyone that needs a bit more love around them can buy them. I feel like singing about love today. How about you?
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Art and Mare Martell the Human
I will be doing my first solo art show June 20th at 2627 Sutherland Dr in Knoxville, TN. I’m both intimidated and excited to be doing something I love so much, so dearly. My rapid fire pace of April for writing has slowed a bit, but then again, that was a LOT of posts to get through. For that, I thank you. I’ll also be doing two workshops, one of which will be just plain putting the ART in your heart, the other is Happiness is in your room.
Here are some samples of what I’ll be sharing with the public that day. If I’m not as fluent or prolific of a poster, I hope you’ll bear with me so I can create this dream world I live in with all the beauty it has to offer. Thank you, my friends.
Based on a photo my friend Cass posted. This is a 30X30 acrylic on board.
Brought in more details, realized the mouth is too close to the nose for my liking, but further realized I’d not adjusted my view. DERP!
Michele Ashbaugh inspired this piece. I added a bit more decolletage to the final picture. (16X20 Charcoal on Newsprint)
Catch me in the morning because by afternoon, I’ll be Dragon Butt! (8X10 framed acrylic on butcher paper)
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NaPoWriMo: Art Speaks to Art
Chasing Angels and Blessed Mothers
Jamie Lopez is one of my favorite contemporary artists because she sings with her creations in a language I understand and frequently sing myself. She is alive, vibrant, willing to be compassionate, and shares her life with open arms. The painting I chose has owls and a mother which reminded me of an event that happened to me while I lived in Oro Valley just north west of Tucson, AZ.
http://fineartamerica.com/products/1-blessed-guidance-jamie-lopez-canvas-print.html
I drove down the darkened Arizona road
My pickup truck headlamps chased colors through the gray.
I didn’t have the radio on because the music sang in my head
The moon was barely rising when I saw
Crumpled in the middle of the road, white with feathers
A figure that stood up to the size of a small child
Gazing at me with eyes so large I took it for an owl
Skin so pale it appeared as milk. My brakes stopped willingly.
I began to panic. I began to wonder, but I realized neither.
With a gaze upwards, a woman dancing the skies with dark stars
Dangling pearls and diamonds on indigo, held open arms.
The creature spread wings as wide as the road side to side
Asphalt to asphalt; dust to dust; rising into the night of Tucson
magalyguerrero.com/napowrimo-with-magaly-guerrero-2015
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NaPoWriMo: Flying Out of this World
The Owl and the Jamie Lopez
I was walking through the Otherwhere, picking dreams to put in my pocket
Like a deer in the headlights I stopped frozen in my tracks for there you were.
I’d seen others before in this place I travel to, but never as intensely as that moment.
You smiled, your blue eye flashing a secret code of knowledge to my spirit
I tilted my head perplexed because I’d never tried to talk to the people I found
I usually just witnessed their activities but didn’t interrupt their travels.
But you, you blinked again, your golden eye flashing beneath sunset pink hair.
You gestured gently to pick up what you were trying to share. I couldn’t
You frowned, your sapphire hair obscuring your lemony eyes. Your heart smiled
THEN
You pulled the stitching around the edges of your heart and allowed me to dive
It was mystical and cosmic as you showed me your walking place. I wept, you smiled.
You took my hand and helped me over the threshold, panting with wildness
I could see the owl. The golden dance of blacks, oranges, browns, and wisdom
Refreshed, invigorated with passion. This time I smiled my rainbow smile at you.
Your aqua hair flashed silver fins of water splashing brightly as you disappeared
That moment was exactly when I knew, I could enter different paths. You showed me.
With permission from myself and the others I meet, I can go anywhere I need.
Only in the Otherwhere can I hear the Divine voice of creativity that calls my name intimately.
magalyguerrero.com/napowrimo-with-magaly-guerrero-2015
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NaPoWriMo: The Birth of Your Art
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Lady Cathy Gritter took me into her church
near her garden door that led only outward.
It had nine panes of stained glass
that guarded the treasures within the hall.
On the pristine white shelves
is where she stored centuries of art,
a sacramental archive of holiness.
I’d enter her church through the side door
withering looks from her husband William
glared resentment at my childish intrusion
I scooted sinfully through to gaze with adoration
at the hallowed scriptures
blessed gospels of
van Gogh, Picasso, de Vinci, Kahlo
offering sermons of:
Sunflowers, Girl Before a Mirror, Mona Lisa, and Weeping Coconuts.
I was allowed to peer into the eyes of holy angels
upon my confessional return of each holy grail.
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The Ayes Have It
Poem: Mare Martell, 2015
Photo Credit:
Eaglesvision King, 2015
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Winter Daisy
My dear friend Miss Sharon Crane gifted me with a little solar powered daisy that dances in the sunlight. I put it in the window that I stare out when I’m writing. All day long, each time the movement catches my eye, it’s made me smile. I wrote a short little poem about it.
Miss Sharon Crane’s gift to me brightened my winter scenery.
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These Are My People: Marge Swenson
This is not Marge Swenson. This is my friend Alicia. I love this picture.
This is an abstract interpretation of the original picture, minus my friend Alicia. It was taken with my phone, so I apologize for the quality.
There she is with her cheeks shining diamond smiles
Her eyes laughing blue sparkles of periwinkle
She ripples with giggles that bubble fountain-like
Barely restrained by her excitement to honor her calling
I unquestioningly obey her request for open arms
I pull her close to me in spirit love and protection
Warmth and true affection.
“How are you today, my beautiful friend?”
She pushes me away but doesn’t release me
She looks up into my eyes declaring, “I love you, so much.”
We share mutual admiration, forever, for a moment.
I jest with her of how much I love to learn at her knee
To greet, to host, to welcome, to embrace our community.
She laughs at me as if I were the village idiot
I’m inept compared to her. She’s a Mistress of Greeters
I, her apostle.
When the torch is handed onward, I pray I can continue
To honor her beautiful spirit with jovial conviviality
That she displays with the grace of whispering breezes
The dance the spring time brings that blesses each blossom with life
In tandem with the warm embrace of the sun.
This is Marge Swenson. She’s one of my favorite people, hands down. She’s just lovely.
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He Loves Me
I don’t have to worry,
He remembers my name
He knows me by heart
And still loves me the same.
Mare Martell, 2015
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