My He(ART)-Full Life



Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts

Thursday, November 29, 2012

stories and other goodness


*I have been unearthing my stories. Claiming them in their totality and believing (really + truly deep in my heart believing) that they matter. I came across this quote by Ben Okri a few weeks ago "Stories can conquer fear, you know. They can make the heart bigger." and I so fell in love with it! It's true, you know. When we hear stories that are authentic, that speak of the human experience in it's totality...we can be brave and share our stories too. When we hear stories that tell of pain and struggles...hope + joy...we can see parts of ourSELVES in them, can't we? So yes!!! Stories do make our hearts bigger!

*poured out my heart and sent in a submission this week. I did my best, told my truth and then...just let it go. Easier said than done and I still have moments of OMG!!! What did I do??? But then...I get over it:) The hardest part sometimes is just getting out of our own way!

*have been making time for solitary walks, artist dates, hot pots of tea, reading and writing. Going to bed early...reading magazines (swooning over Anthology, Artful Blogger and Flea Market Finds right now). I also managed to clean up my studio which was a raving mess, let me just say! I'm also making a few adorable crafts for Tara ...I just hope they turn out because ...uh...I can sew cushions but anything with patterns etc...I'll find a way to bungle it up:)

* been making bits of time to go into my studio and play! Creating backgrounds and experimenting. I started an art journal and I feel so free in there!! I find that my art is more expressive, soul(FULL) and is taking a new turn. I can be much more vulnerable with my words + images...it feels safer + more private.  

*of course watching Tara grow up at lighting speed...she picks out her own clothes (and I love her fearless, sassy sense of style!), wants to do absolutely everything by herself and is a seriously amazing kid. I still can't believe I get to be her mommy and I wonder... how did we ever get along without her!
**Hope you all have a great weekend. We are going to be pulling out all of our Xmas stuff and decorating the house...tree and all!! Can you believe it's almost Xmas??? Where did the year go?

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

art + heart = magic

My wonderful husband planned a surprise trip for us to Sante Fe...and as always, it is pure magic!! I could live here! Seriously! Every corner is immersed in art and centuries old history and culture. There is a powerfully humble quality to the adobes; they are part of the earth, not separate from. The light is simply magnificent...turning the mountains around the town from all shades of blue to purple to pink. and the art, the art the art!!! Everywhere! Paintings hidden behind trees, old sculptured doors, garden art blending into the landscape, Canyon Road, jewellery, pottery, First nations history + art + culture seeping into everything.

*day 1: early early morning on the square...before anyone was up...I took a brisk walk, grabbed a cup of coffee and fed the birds.

*the cathedral on the square with morning light. It's grand and imposing with a long history.  Sitting under it looking up to the heavens was pure magic.

*right across from the cathedral is a Native American Museum that has a very educational exhibit going on right now. It's all about identity which resonates with me on every level. It's about taking bits and pieces of philosophies and cultures that truly sing true with your soul and then threading them together to form a unique identity.

*day 2: sitting on Canyon Road having a quiet cup of chai...just taking it all in...sunshine, adobes, art art art = happy happy happy

*fell in love with this little gallery on Canyon Road...everything in here was special and sacred.

* treasure trove of goodness

* art hidden among the trees. how beautiful is this???

* 1 + 1 = my whole heart xxx


* I met artist Sandra Duran Wilson...I have her book Surface Treatment Workshop!!! She was absolutely the sweetest. She chatted with me and gave me loads of helpful advice and tips. 

* some of her gorgeous gorgeous work!

*love these little altars everywhere. They are like little secrets hanging in all sorts of places...just waiting to be discovered.

*day 3: early morning breakfast in the park. We grabbed a few goodies (almond croissants from a French pastry shop...OMG goodness!!), bundled up a bit and ate with the birds. Lots of walking + laughing + nature.
We heart you New Mexico. Thank you for all your gifts + goodness, your heart + art...your magic. We'll be back!!! xxx

Thursday, July 12, 2012

laying claim: my interview with Rita Banerji (in full)

Claim my Story, mixed media
"Wouldn't take nothing for my journey now"
                                                          
I decided to post my full interview from  Gender Bytes on my blog for this simple reason right here; I am claiming my story. I want a record of it here on my blog. It's really important (to me) to fully stand behind my words and experiences and lay claim to it all. The years and years of pain, heartaches, shame, struggle, fears, insecurities and humiliation...all fully claimed and transformed to gold. I firmly believe (and know) that the honest sharing of our stories and life experiences, heal and fortify our spirits. They transform us, change us and connect us.

Artist Soraya Nulliah On: Art, Apartheid, Women and Violence
July 2, 2012

In 2006, Indo-Canadian, feminist artist Soraya Nulliah held a solo exhibition titled ‘SHAKTI’ at the Nina Haggerty Centre in Edmonton, Canada. ‘Shakti’ is a Hindi word that means the feminine embodiment of ‘power.’ Soraya’s intention was to evoke Shakti as she used her art to bring attention to the issues of violence against Indian women. As one review of her exhibition points out: “Under the rich textures and colour, there is a sad theme: the reality of violence against women…” The 50 Million Missing Campaign founder Rita Banerji recently interviewed Soraya Nulliah, and we present their conversations here in this special post.
Your family is of Indian origin, but you grew up in South Africa and Canada and now live in the United States. So why did you choose the subject of violence against Indian women as the theme for your paintings and your exhibition?

Soraya: I am an Indian woman and a survivor of an abusive and violent childhood. While it is personal to me, I also know it’s a common experience for so many others, especially women in the Indian community. Every single friend I have in the Indo-Canadian communities either came from an abusive family, was in an abusive marriage or both.
Everything your campaign against female gendercide in India addresses is happening to Indian women outside of India as well. When I was at the University, there was an incident nearby of an Indian man who went down to the basement and chopped his wife’s head off while their children were upstairs!!! In the 6 week period that I had my exhibition, there were three Indian women that turned up dead in Vancouver. A story that had me angry and in tears was about a young mother, who had a daughter and was pregnant again. She was charred to death and her husband didn't even report her missing for weeks. It turned out that she was expecting another daughter!! Violence is an everyday reality for Indian women yet we suffer in silence thinking (hoping?) it will save us; it does not.

She has a story to tell, mixed media

Rita: As far as I know you are the only one female Indian artist addressing the issue of systemic and extreme violence against Indian women, through your art. Why is that?
Soraya: The issue of violence is very personal to me. I know what its’ like to be an abused child, to perpetually live in fear, humiliation and disempowerment. Rita...I remember this clearly even now...so many years later. One day (I was about 17) after my "father" had beat me up...my “mother” came into my room after and said to me "Soraya...we have to put up with this...we are Indian women"...and I said to her "you make a choice to put up with it...I don't". I spent about 4-5 months at the Youth Emergency Shelter because "home" wasn’t a safe place for me (I was still in high school). Here was my “mother” who was supposed to be my protector, telling me to accept abuse. This pivotal experience changed me because I realized that my silence does not protect me; it weakens me.

Seeker of the Brave, mixed media

Rita: What made you different in your response to this violence? After all you grew up in the same community and with cultural diktats that other Indian women in expatriate communities grew up with. If it’s an alternative view and treatment of violence learnt from the larger western society you were living in, then other women of Indian origin are exposed to the same influences, but I’m always surprised how they still end up responding to violence in the same manner that women in India do – which is they learn to tolerate and rationalize it. So what made you different in your response?
It would be very difficult to describe the violence I experiences in my “family” of origin. Not only the physical violence but also the constant assault on my mind, heart and spirit. It left me shattered, broken and carrying the heavy burden of shame that was not mine to carry. I made a solemn vow to mySELF very early on that, once I was able, I would not live my life that way. (*Rita, at first I edited this out of my answers because it is deeply painful but then I decided to leave it in because it’s important.) I was an unwanted and unloved child and the experience of perpetually being  being marginalized within my “family” of origin was an assault on my spirit. It is a form of violence that often is not acknowledged or talked about…but it is very real and damaging. Being thrown away, devalued and always being told you are not enough eats away at your self esteem, heart and soul.
My “mother” is a woman with a collapsed psyche…weak and hypocritical. Early on, I made a conscious decision to never be like her. Because I had no mentors or role models in my life, I actively sought them out beyond my family and community. Early on I came across women like Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Audre Lorde, Alice Walker and Toni Morrison. Their writings showed me a different, braver path and another way to live.

See me True, mixed media
Rita:   How did your family/ community deal with the violence?
Soraya:  I lived in a very closed family and community. By that I mean there was absolute denial, negation and hypocrisy about any number of issues; child abuse, domestic violence, alcoholism, infidelity etc. All of these things were pervasive and rampant (the norm, really) in both my family and community but they were hidden; it was all about the appearances you presented to the public.

Rita:  So if you were to release in words before you release through art what would you say has been ‘suppressed?’ ‘denied?’ ‘distorted?’ and ‘forbidden?’ for you.
Soraya: It would be this right here Rita: vulnerability and pain. It has been far easier for me, throughout my life, to express anger than it has been to show my pain but all that changed after the birth of my daughter. The alchemical combination of turning 40 and giving birth all at once changed me completely!! It brought me to my knees, opened me up in ways I have yet to discover and gifted me with vulnerability. I feel that, cross culturally, our human frailties and deep pain is forbidden…viewed as weak and distasteful.  

There is a quote by African American artist Aaron Douglas that articulates some of what I hope to express in my work.
“ Let’s bare our arms and plunge them deep through laughter, through pain, through sorrow, through hope, through disappointment, into the very depths of the souls of our people and drag forth materials crude, rough, neglected. Then let’s sing it, dance it, write it, paint it.”

Rita: Your art exhibition initially came up against immense resistance both from the expatriate Indian community and western counterparts. Can you talk a little about that?
Soraya: The Indian communities reacted to it with complete and utter denial!! I was somewhat prepared for this response but even I was shocked at the depth and breadth of it. Two incidents stand out to me after all this time. A few older Indian women in the "feminist" field in Canada, who while listening, were in abject denial about the whole situation. Some had multiple doctoral degrees in the field of women’s studies. There was this one, very educated lady who headed an Indo-Canadian Women’s association. She became very angry when I asked for her support and said that, while she agreed with me, she would not do so publicly and would not support the message of my art exhibition!!
The second incident regarded a “journalist” for the Wildrose Times of Alberta (an Indo-Canadian newspaper). He interviewed me for over two hours. I spoke about female infanticide, dowry deaths, sati, sex selective abortions etc. I gave him facts and statistics. Yet when the article was published there was absolutely no reference to what I had said!! Instead, he wrote a vacuous article that had little to no grounding in truth.

Art Heals, watercolor

Rita: I can see why the Indian community would respond this way, but why the resistance in the western response?
Soraya: Some of the western media, such as the Edmonton Sun newspaper and Shaw T.V., covered my exhibition accurately and spoke passionately about the issues I was addressing. But in regards to the western response in general I think there are a few factors at work.
1. Indians in the west, even the feminists and scholars, don’t speak out about the violence in their families and communities. There is such deep denial. That is why perhaps most people in the west aren’t even aware of it!!
2.I also think that Western feminists don't really grasp the issue, because the Indian female genocide is subversive, invisible and cloaked in the most insane form of denial. I think it's almost impossible to grasp the numbers, the inhumanity and the insanity of it all. Those from the west who know of it are perhaps hoping for some magical way to stop this because to accept the reality is too frightening.
3. I think there is also an element of racism and colonialism when it comes to viewing violence against women in other cultures. The western view of the female gendercide in India is that it is a “cultural’ issue and not a human rights one. For some reason we can all agree that Auschwitz and Rwanda are a human rights violation but when genocide is gender based, people seem to think otherwise. This points to the fact that, regardless of what we may say in the west, female lives simply aren’t as valuable as males’. And when those female lives are not white then they are perhaps of even less value – so misogyny gets compounded with racism.
Rita: In some of your paintings the women have their eyes downcast and their heads veiled and bowed. But in others they are looking up, eyes open, heads unveiled. Is there an explanation for this?
Soraya: The eyes closed and heads bowed refer to how we, in Indian communities worldwide, are in complete and utter denial of the ways we inflict violence on women! The women with eyes bold and open, sometimes angry, express how we have to see the violence, acknowledge it, challenge it and find ways to empower ourSELVES.

Rita: Most of your paintings are of a solo Indian woman. Can you explain why?
Soraya: There are single women in my paintings because that’s how I see my SELF. I am always standing alone at the edges of cultures and communities; never fitting in completely anywhere.

Rita: One of your favorite artists is Modigliani. What moves you about his work?
Soraya: I love how his figures have a deep sadness about them… and they carry it with grace and dignity. They have an air of melancholy that comes through and it is that very pain that gives them their beauty.

Rita: Do you feel that female artists and even writers face a certain public resistance to the open expressions of anger against violence on women in their creative works?
Soraya: Yes I feel that cross culturally, women are generally not supported in expressing their anger. Especially by other women!!



Rita: What was it like growing up in South Africa under an apartheid regime? Were you conscious of what apartheid meant to your life? Did you feel its effect on your life in a certain way – as an Indian girl?
Soraya: I think I didn’t really understand the impact of apartheid on my life until we immigrated to Canada when I was 12. It was all I had ever known so it seemed “normal” to me. Under apartheid many of the choices we take for granted were not there. We could only live in certain areas and attend specific schools. Non-whites could not vote, hold public office or even travel to certain areas within S. Africa. One of the true evils of apartheid (and there were many) were the walls placed around our minds and hearts; we were told who we could love, marry and be friends with. We did not have free access to knowledge and books. We could not even discuss Nelson Mandela, the ANC or any sort of politics. It wasn’t until the Truth and Reconciliation hearings post-apartheid, when I was in my mid-twenties, that I started to fully grasp the impact of growing up under a Nazi regime.
Rita: How did being a child of the Apartheid regime impact on your vision of race and people?
Soraya: Under the Apartheid regime your race defined you in every sense of the word. It’s stamped on every legal document and then your life choices are largely determined by it. You don’t even see the person -- Just their race. But for me, the one figure that stands out in my childhood was an African lady who was our nanny, who truly loved and nurtured me. I loved her deeply and saw no race or ‘otherness’ in our relationship. She mothered me from the time I was born until we left S. Africa. It was the one true nurturing relationship of my childhood -- perhaps even my whole life. Yet, there is blatant racism in Indian communities as well. I am not sure if it stems from the caste system. But there are all these divisions. And skin color is also issue with Indians, who can make the most racist comments about darker skin.
On your view of the Indian female gendercide?
Soraya: Growing up under apartheid instilled in me a strong desire to speak the truth and stand up for what’s right. I don’t take any of my personal freedoms under a democracy for granted so…to speak the truth is not only a right but an obligation. Living under apartheid taught me that the “personal is political’.


Shakti: Music
Rita: You’ve visited India. What are some of your most memorable experiences? What could you relate to, and what felt totally alien and discomforting?
Soraya: When I turned 30 I spend 4 months traveling alone through India. It was a turning point for me in so many ways because it led me back to my true SELF. Some of the things I easily related to were customs like eating food with my fingers off a banana leaf, visiting temples and listening to Indian music blaring everywhere. These may seem like superficial things but far from it; they connected me to my earliest childhood memories and to my ancestors.
What I found strange was the lack of women in public spaces. Everywhere I went, women were hidden and not a part of public interactions. Another thing I was horrified at was how some men would come up to me in public and start groping me!!! Even though I was always dressed very conservatively in Indian clothing, because I was alone in public, this seemed to be acceptable behavior.
Truthteller, mixed media

Rita: How have the different cultures and countries you’ve lived in contributed to the individual that you are?
Soraya: . My identity has myriad influences -- Indian, South African and Canadian. They are like threads coming together to form a rich and varied tapestry. I feel equally comfortable sitting barefoot in an ashram as I do marching at a gay rights parade.
But I am also an “outsider” to each of these cultures, not assimilating completely into any of them. While being an "outsider" has been a very painful and isolating experience for me at times, it has also afforded me innumerable gifts. Such as

1. There is no road to follow so I am free to make my own.
2. I can be true to mySELF because I am not looking for approval to fit in.
3. I am free to take what I want from each tradition and reject what I don’t want. This freedom gives me enormous power to build the model of my own life.
4. I can be dangerous! I can speak my mind and tell the truth.
5. I can make a unique contribution to the world because I am forced to think outside the box.

Rita: What has it meant for you to be raising your daughter Tara, particularly in context of the other things you talked about in the interview?
Soraya: The experience of motherhood has been a powerful and deeply transformative one. I tend to be quite concerned because girls are more vulnerable than boys to all sorts of things: child molestations and abductions lowered self esteem, lower grades and interest in math and sciences at a certain age etc. But I also feel having a daughter gives me the opportunity to raise a strong and powerful woman. I know she is going to learn how to be a woman by closely watching and emulating me. This encourages and inspires me to be stronger.
Rita: Do you relive your childhood through her? Does it reflect in how you raise her?
Soraya: I certainly relive my childhood through her in ways both positive and negative. On the one hand it makes me acutely aware of how abusive and lacking my childhood really was. It opens up layers of memories and abuses that I had locked away in the deepest recesses of mySELF. It also magnifies the lack of nurturing and connection I had to my biological “mother”. On the positive side, because I never got to experience the positive aspects of being a child -- I am a true child at heart, and adore creating magical and wondrous worlds with Tara.

Rita: What will you tell her as she grows up? What are some of the things all mothers must tell or do for their daughters?
Soraya: I will tell Tara the truth about my journey when she is older. My husband Tim and I want to raise Tara to be a strong and independent woman with a strong sense of self, and understanding of her roots in both cultures, Indian and African American. We want her to know that she is loved unconditionally. She will make her own mistakes and, though my inclination is to protect her, I know it is the path to individuation and empowerment.
I think it doesn’t matter what mothers tell their daughters about violence if they tolerate, deny and make excuses for it in their own lives. Children pay closer attention to our actions than they do to our words. Rather than holding up the sanctity of marriage at all costs, our goal should be to create a safe and nurturing environment for ourselves and our children.
I also think it is imperative that women have lives and identities separate from that of mother and wife. I think it’s crucial to building up our self esteem and sense of purpose which will, in turn, carry over to our families in general and to our daughters specifically. So in fact while I would like to think that being educated would make a difference to how women respond to violence, I don't think it does. Because I think the real problem stems from being dissociated from the true SELF.

Unlocking my Pain, watercolor
Rita: So if you were to release in words before you release through art what would you say has been ‘suppressed?’ ‘denied?’ ‘distorted?’ and ‘forbidden?’ for you.Rita: Your work is very important Soraya. The violence on Indian women, their gendercide, surpasses the violence that any other human group has been subjected to. And you as an artist, a human being and member of this group are a living witness to this violence ongoing in your lifetime.  Your art is how you bear testimony to it – for now and for generations later.  Your anger is an entitlement.  If you express it, and it alienates the world, what would you say to the world in response?  Soraya: If my anger (or pain or empowerment) alienates the world, so be it. The important thing is this: that I am not alienated from mySELF. My art is not about gendercide or about violence against women, but what I hope it bears testimony to is our shared human experience. If my work is to be remembered at all, this is what it is about. Our journeys are all at once deeply personal as well as universal in nature. We all suffer through experiences that leave us broken and vulnerable yet through it all we are resilient and hopeful. There is real beauty in laying claim to our journey.

To sign the petition against India's gendercide, 50 million missing
To read more, go here Gender Bytes

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

you do what???? (or...some thoughts on blogging)


One day last week I was chatting with another mom at the bookstore while the girls were playing...and I happened to mention that I have a blog. Well...this lady just about fell off her chair!!! She said "you do what???". She was incredulous...let me just tell you. I tried explaining it to her few times and then just gave up. Some of what she asked /said were..."what a waste of time", "who reads those things anyways" + "why would anyone do that???". But it was all those unsaid words + emotions hanging out in her eyes and posture that spoke volumes. She almost became angry, judgemental and...just a little bit afraid, I think. And I totally understand. I get it. I really really do. A few years ago if someone had told me that I was going to write a blog and send my thoughts, emotions, heart + soul out into the world...I would have probably thrown up from fear. no kidding either.  I would probably have felt more comfortable running around naked in Times Square than exposing my whole entire self this way. But now...just 2+ years after...it feels as easy + natural to me as breathing.
When I first started my blog I had no real plan...I had some vague idea that I wanted to get my art out there, be creatively and intellectually challenged. Plus I had picked up a copy of Artful Blogging a few months back + was totally inspired. But...actually, I had no idea what the hell I was doing!!! All I know is that I was very lonely + isolated. A new mom (Tara was just about to turn 1) trying to cope with a million things at once. Tim was away a lot for work and something in my heart + soul told me to do it. I listened!!! 
Now...here's the thing about blogging (and this is difficult, if not impossible to explain to someone unless they have experienced it for themselves)...but it changed my life!!! And I am not being melodramatic, I swear (although I do have a tendency to be sometimes). But it absolutely changed ...me!!! Now when I look back and read through some of my earlier posts...I see someone in search of her voice. A little unsure, a little desolate + lost...but still...showing up. I see someone who has a sense of humor...and who tries.
Right when I started my blog, I made the decision that I was going to be real. I mean...I wasn't going to put all of this time + energy into something and not be mySELF. It was difficult, don't get me wrong. I mean...who wants to spill out their guts when things aren't quite going right and you feel overwhelmed, depressed, hurting, insecure??? So much easier to hide + pretend. But...how else are you going to seen? I had no interest in portraying my life as perfect or incredibly interesting or or or. And life experiences have taught me that when I am not honest with my feelings...I walk away from mySELF and just increase the pain + isolation of whatever I am feeling. So...blogging became my connection to others but also to mySELF...who I am + who I am becoming.
And so...yes...I did get my art out there but blogging has led me to so much much more. Each and every day I get more brave. I am inspired by so many other incredible souls who are being true to themselves and creating + writing + blogging and ...being real. Each day...I get less judgmental toward myself...kinder and more accepting. I dig deeper into myself to speak my truths no matter how uncomfortable or painful. And even if my words are clumsy...or inadequate...still I try. And the connections that I have made through my little blog have been incredibly rich and real. All the way across oceans and seas...hearts + minds + spirits connect me to soul sisters everywhere.

And this degree of authenticity informs my life in everything I do now. In my art, writing, relationships, marriage, mothering. Everything. And it has made me a far richer person and... stronger.
So...you see...it's pretty difficult to explain to someone who hasn't experienced it what blogging really means to me. The alchemical combination of heart + soul + art + words + connections + authenticity + photography + life + passion + love = magic. So there you go. Just a few of my thoughts on blogging. Now when someone asks me..."you do what????" ...I am going to look them square in the eye and say..."why yes. Yes...I am a blogger". chuckle chuckle.

Thursday, May 31, 2012

turquoise sky. red mountains.

 Our last stop was in the land of turquoise sky, red mountains and it was a soothing balm after all the crazy hustle bustle of Vegas. We spent a morning at the Museum of Northern Arizona which is nestled amongst mountains + forest...and through an insane amount of luck and serendipity, I managed to be there for the Zuni festival which happens once a year!!!

 I sat in reverence and listened to a matriarch speak of earth + sky + ancient soul knowledge. She spoke of passing on her wisdom + language and culture to her grandchildren so that the Zuni way of life would be preserved. She didn't know exactly how old she was because she had passed into the age of timelessness + such things didn't matter anyway. She spoke in song while drums were beating in the background and chills went up and down my spine as I listened to her deep spirit speaking only truth and medicine. I felt the earth around me rise up to cradle and protect me...and I felt a deep and complete sense of peace.
In her voice I heard an ancient story that binds us all to a common truth. We are here, in this moment, to share what we know...all of our pain + truth + heartfelt beauty. We are here to follow our path, forge our journey; open ourselves up to life. I had tears running down my face after listening to her speak. It was a gift, unimaginable, and I was grateful to have received it.

I soaked everything in...all of the pottery (some of them a thousand years old!!), turquoise and silver jewellery ...drawings, paintings, dancing and books. I tried to absorb the ancient ways of embracing the wisdom of the earth, of connecting to the land and her truths. So when we drove up to the Grand Canyon that afternoon..I felt completely ready to accept her beauty. It was a humbling + awe inspiring experience...to fully understand how we are, simultaneously, so small + seemingly  insignificant yet...how powerful and connected to the Universe we are. Both truths standing in their own space without negating the other.
Early the next morning I went for a long walk walk by myself...it was cool and brisk in the mountains. My soul mingled with the earth ...and each step brought me closer to mySELF. I found this gorgeous black feather that magically appeared in my path. I don't know the exact meaning of it...but I really didn't need to...I knew deep in my heart, it was a sign, a gift, a message from the Universe. I held onto it tightly and put it in my journal (seen in pic above with a postcard by artist Serena Supplee). Magic.
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We are back home now and Tara is ecstatic !!! One of the first things she did was say hello to all of her dolls + babies. Then she put on her princess clothing and played dress up!!! The next few days are full of laundry, unpacking and gardening and things. 

Thursday, May 24, 2012

I love you San Fran!!!!


I love San Fran!!!! My dream is to spend a summer here...an entire summer, can you imagine?? There are 10 gazillion things to do over here...places to see, discover + experience. Quaint little coffee shops, bookstores, cobbled streets, art + culture. I love being in such a cosmopolitan city...it's so diverse in every sense. Tim and Tara spent a morning at Alcatraz Island (I had no interest in doing that) so I went exploring all over the place. I walked through Little Italy...browsing, people watching, coffee drinking and such.

I stopped at this little gallery (Arata Fine Art Gallery) chock full of treasures. This lady right here is the actual artist of the painting and the gallery owner as well...Arata is her name (love!!). There are paintings, sculptures, conte drawings and more. I had a good little chat with her and she told me how she came to open up her own gallery. One of the things she said to me that really stuck with me is "you just never know what opportunities life will present to us." Very inspiring.
Arata Fine Art Gallery
450 Columbus Ave
San Fran. Ca
It's right in the heart of Little Italy so-if you are in the area-you can stop in and then grab a cup of coffee and pastry at an Italian coffee shop too:) Art + great conversation + Italian coffee...can't get much better than that!!
I managed to catch up on a little bit of writing, reading and dreaming...all in a little coffee shop where very little English was spoken (San Fran is such an international city!!). I was in absolute bliss. And the streets here are so steep...I mean...you see pics of it but it really doesn't give you an idea of how hilly it is. If I lived here I would never even dare to drive (!!!) but it would be an amazing workout just walking around. Everything would be all toned + tight in no time at all:)

We loved strolling around Fisherman's Wharf...I could just sit there for hours...listening to the live musicians, peoplewatching, feeling the wind in my hair. This place is so rich in history.  And the seafood here???? OMG!!! Totally amazing. I could live here for that alone.

We created such great memories of San Fran....walking on the pier, the carousel at Pier 39, looking at a hundred different seashells in  a specialty shop on the wharf, catching up on some quiet time with Tim...wind + sun all around. I love the hustle bustle over here...the artsy energy and exploring. All the nooks + crannies just waiting to be discovered.

I spent a whole morning in Chinatown (with Tara!!!). Okay...a toddler in a stroller on a Saturday morning in Chinatown??? Probably not the best idea!!! But one of her fave. books is The Moon Lady(by Amy Tan) and I wanted Tara to see everything come to life (paper lanterns and silk slippers) but...it was exhausting!!!  After a few hours...we were both pooped!!!! Tim wasn't even going to try to brave it with us, smart guy:)

We picked up a pair of gorgous pink silk Chinese p.j.'s , matching silk slippers and an umbrella. Tara absolutely loves loves loves it and wants to wear it everday, everwhere...day and night!!! Good times:) This trip has been so nourishing to my soul...just getting out of the everyday (routines, to-do lists + housework!!) + lots of sleep, a little bit of sun + wine + reading...has been a breath of life.
We LOVE you San Fran!!!! Thank you for everything. I'm going to take lots of your bits & pieces back home with me!! xxx

Monday, May 14, 2012

New Mexico magic

                                                    (somewhere in New Mexico)
Tara and I have been on the road these past 4 days...driving  to meet up with Tim. Tara has been such an amazing little traveller. Of course I have had to keep her busy busy in the backseat. Lots of rest stops, parks, books, movies, coloring books and singing. We drove through Sante Fe and stopped off for the afternoon. I just love love love Sante Fe ...everything is art in this charming town...even the bus stops!!! No kidding!! I went crazy taking pictures...every glimpse and corner is a photograph just begging to be captured.

This was an amazing artist from Burkina Faso (West Africa) who was painting right there in the church grounds. I stopped and we talked  for a good half hour about art, spirit, making his own pigments, symbolism and abstraction, politics, his country, Mother Africa...on and on. All the while Tara was listening intently, looking at his amazing art and wanting to get her hands in the paint, of course!!
Here's an old church ...I love the juxtaposition of the modern steel (moving!!) sculptures with the old stone + architecture. To me...it speaks of the passage of time and how we can honor and preserve the old (even in ourSELVES + our lives) while still accomodating the new. Growth demands it!!

I stumbled upon this gorgeous little store tucked away in an alley that has the most fantastic textiles. The store is called Passementrie and is located at 115 Old Sante Fe Trail. It's totally worth checking out. These quilts right here are handmade in India...I love the patterns + colors...don't you?


More quilts...I just couldn't resist. They also have all sorts of clothes, knitwear and accessories.


Old brass and copper pots from Mumbai that had me swooning. This was at India Palace where we had lunch. If you like Indian food...this is the place to go. They've been in biz here for over 20 years and are recommended by Fodors, Lonely Planet and...just about everyone in town!! The owner was an interesting + congenial man...and he treated Tara like a princess!! Oh!! and the food...I've been dreaming about it ever since!!
Every little alley and wall has an amazing piece of architecture. Here was this jewel of a piece just sitting there in between two stores. I would love to have it in my studio:)


Gorgeous (Spanish??) tile. I love the blue and white combo...very Dutch...very summery. Like I said...art everywhere!!!
Fat spools of Italian yarn...they were all stacked up on tables...hundreds of them it seemed. Makes me want to sew.

Metal art...I love the turquoise and copper combination. Tara and I stopped off at a little bakery/cafe and right across the way..I spotted this lizard.


Adobe architecture reminds me of O' Keefe. The humility, earthiness, simplicity and elegance are mirrored in her paintings (I feel).  I adore the strong lines and connection to the earth...how it seamlessly blends into the desert landscape . These are found all over New Mexico...every one slightly different. In my dreams...I live here.