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Xuebing Du
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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Peter Solarz
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@mollydianamurphy
New work is getting out there #bangadrum
A prayer from the Ring of Rhythms. Dear Father-Mother of the Cosmos, Allah, God, Om: This is mollydiana. Please distract me from the soul-stealers and PLEASE distract them from me. Amen
A prayer from the Ring of Rhythms. Dear Father-Mother of the Cosmos, Allah, God, Om: This is mollydiana. Please distract me from the soul-stealers and PLEASE distract them from me. Amen
Is my mom going to die, he asked me. It makes her feel better to have you here, and then I held my breath. #mollydianadrawing #lightenup
Vertical distractions #mollydianadrawing
Forgiveness. Between Spaces #mollydianadrawing
I must forgive. I do forgive you and you and you...... #mollydianadrawing
God is good - and brought strawberries #mollydianadrawing
Happy to be so #mollydianadrawing
All I did was ask
It felt like so much hunger
"Girls always paint kids and dogs." A lovely dismissive comment from a college professor who taught digital media at Central Michigan University in 1996. As the only art student awarded a research grant from the university, I felt like a pioneer, exhibiting a year's worth of work alongside students in psychology, science, and technology. I was proud of myself and my creative contribution and he was jealous. Nevertheless, I had an emotional reaction to his hurtful comment that ultimately armed me with a more compassionate outlook. I now respond with the understanding that "caught out of tune are you when relying on surface sensation, [and] the comfort you think you receive is just a ravenous abyss."
Amen.
Still got SUNSHINE on a cloudy day
Some days you just have to make your own sunshine. #annarborartfair
As this boy's mother, I have immediate access to a fire that originates in the very center of our planet. It's a fire that I summon any time any one or any thing decides to stand between me and my child, me and the work I love most. It can't be reckoned with and overpowers everything with a tiny tap of my pinkie finger.
It's a pretty cool feeling.
As above, so below, as below so above. Heaven loves Earth and Earth loves Heaven.
Before I fall to slumber deep in this setee, I want to wait and prepare myself For unencumbered dreams to come how they may. While people peer in to reveal themselves I don't know my solitary existence. I'm the passive participant in charades, My theatrical friends lack hesitation. Some want to engage me, some love parades. But I lie here for only to gain the repose And remain silent while they drift away. Later, new actors will become my foes And unencumbered dreams again will come how they may.
Agape, Storge, Philia
2012 Journal notes from the process:
Today I put her (Agape's) face in, the face of balance. And thinking of the reason for working on multiple paintings at once. When one gets stuck and needs time to dry out, I move over to the other. So now I bring Philia out, paint twigs on Storge and put Agape's face in. But what does she look like? The beginning just lets one emerge and the paint just seems to paint itself, and I rely on trust to tell me where the eyes and nose belong. A release of form onto the canvas. It emerged and it was-- sweet, I guess. When I stood back, I was disgusted by how huge the head looked on the body, the whole forehead was gigantic, beautiful and lovely, but definitely unbalanced. So she/he got smaller. Sometimes I'm sad to do it, when a part feels lovingly painted and I like it in and of itself, it's sad to let it go. It was just that her disproportion was so egotistical, so self-satisfying, so obnoxiously belittling to the others. I didn't even want to look at her and only did because she was alongside the others. If she had been alone, the disproportion might not be so wrong. It might have even been purposeful. But instead she had to get muddy, repainted, and I like her much better now.