Sketching out my next subject…….
Monthly Archives: March 2012
Guest on Gwyn Ridenhour’s blog: Dirt Under My Nails
I am so honored to be featured in:
Celebrating Art feature artist today :)
Meeting with Fhernando Colunga of Colunga fashions in London !!!
I had the amazing opportunity to meet with Fhernando Colunga of Colunga luxury fashions in London thanks to Matt Swinney for making the introduction. Señor Colunga generously shared his time and expertise with me regarding the fashion industry. It was very enlightening and I learned so much from him. It was such a gift to have time with someone so busy. I will be posting more pics later……
Read more on Fhernando’s line “Colunga”:
Fashion meeting in London with Orsola de Castro of “From Somewhere”
Thanks to Ms. Cara for arranging for me to meet up with the amazing fashion designer Orsola de Castro. I learned a lot about up cycling fabrics for creating amazing fashions. From Somewhere is eco conscious fashion. Please read more about her:
I LOVE LONDON :)
Finished :) Still Life ( oil on canvas )
Shoe Contest Winner Discovery Girls Magazine April/May 2012
Journey
The wood in its damp
Its raw jeweled green
Its cradle for all needing
In its life containing lives
Who like me depend
Depend upon the sound of silence
Smell of fresh dew falling off contours of a leaf
Into my palm outstretched
Longing for the inspiration
Longing for the words to form
A poem in the raw jeweled green
My walk to inspiration
Encased
Antigone
With what was just and right
With God within her moral
For just and right was god
For just and right was she
And blown upon the ungraved
Blown, smoothed, covered, and poured
Fresh and black upon
The old timed withered and crumpled
Held pinned by hubris
Tacked upon blue and sky
Where the clouds saunter
Left and right in endless tearful blue
Going nowhere
And leaving tracks of nothing
Etched in decree it was
Decree that sealed a cave
Black upon black and darkness
Holding dear life which longs
Which yearns, which begs for
A darkness
For oh she is lost, she is one with dead among the living
Billowing white it blew
Caressing dead of a beginning
Loose and white, delicate
Weaved with what promises life made
In a noose holding pale and porcelain
With a flush drained
And to a kin seeming irreplaceable
*First Place Winner the Elora Writers’ Festival 2012(Canada)