April 24th, 2010 § § permalink
Every Day You Play by Pablo Neruda
Every day you play with the light of the universe.
Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water.
You are more than this white head that I hold tightly
as a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands.
You are like nobody since I love you.
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.
Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window.
The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish.
Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them.
The rain takes off her clothes.
The birds go by, fleeing.
The wind. The wind.
I can contend only against the power of men.
The storm whirls dark leaves
and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky.
You are here. Oh, you do not run away.
You will answer me to the last cry.
Cling to me as though you were frightened.
Even so, at one time a strange shadow ran through your eyes.
Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,
and even your breasts smell of it.
While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies
I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.
How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,
my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.
So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,
and over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans.
My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
I go so far as to think that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
April 8th, 2010 § § permalink
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Farewell
If I die,
leave the balcony open.
The little boy is eating oranges.
(From my balcony I can see him.)
The reaper is harvesting the wheat.
(From my balcony I can hear him.)
If I die,
leave the balcony open!
Federico García Lorca
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March 26th, 2010 § § permalink
Recently a client asked me to create a large, cheerful painting for a dental office in Boulder www.boulderdental.com – a bit of art to take their patients’ attention from their apprehension about the upcoming treatment. Easy enough. Little did I know that it was going to be just about the largest piece of art I had ever produced in pastel and one of the most fun studio experiences!
People often ask me to share the artistic process – this of course can only be done successfully in person. In the absence of an opportunity to do that – here is the progression of Four Seasons of Boulder diptich and I can’t think of a more appropriate piece to show the full process.
February 20th, 2010 § § permalink
Si no fuera porue tus ojos tienen color de luna,
de día con su arcilla, con trabajo, con fuego,
y aprisionada tienes la agilidad del aire,
si no fuera porque eres una semana de ámbar,
si no fuera porque eres el momento amarillo
en que el otoño sube por las enredaderas
y eres aún el pan que la luna fragante
elabora paseando su harina por el cielo,
oh bineamada, ¡yo no te amaria!
En tu abrazo yo abrazo lo que existe,
la arena, el tiempo, el árbol de la lluvia,
y todo vive para que yo viva;
sin ir más lejos puedo verlo todo:
veo en tu vida todo lo viviente.
Pablo Neruda, Cien Sonetos de Amor
February 19th, 2010 § § permalink
My husband Sasha’s (whose tender, sensitive photographs you can enjoy at www.sashameyerowitz.com) slightly broken up message as he made his way toward Kathmandu yesterday: “….here in the Delhi airport transit lounge……….an amazing parade of all kinds of people of all types of nationalities…….afghans with their women in black, luggage and children covering the floor…….nice meeting people and chatting with people…..” Hope he’s taking pictures of all this – in the meantime here is what we imagined on this side of the great water
February 19th, 2010 § § permalink
DENVER — After visiting with HH the Dalai Lama President Barack Obama blew through Denver during a snowstorm Thursday afternoon to boost U.S. Sen. Michael Bennet’s re-election campaign.
The president stumped for the Democratic senator in front of about 2,700 people packed into Fillmore Auditorium. My friend Spencer and his grandson were there: “The meeting with HH also generated a storm of protest from China. And my grandson and I saw Obama a few hours later in the day in Denver speaking at a fundraiser for Sen. Bennett. An exciting, wonderful experience for both of us, seeing a man we both admire, so close up…calm in the center of the storm.“
January 26th, 2010 § § permalink
… for all your swe
et, insightful, appreciative comments on my blog.Wow! What a nice reception! Thank you for taking the time to check in and enjoy. Please, bear with the irregular postings.Until next time…cheers!
January 25th, 2010 § § permalink
