- Maria Parenteau
- My work is the fruit of who I am. Does not matter if I like it or not, I am an artist. It comes from an intrinsic need..it is my imagination pulsing to come alive... I create an image and call that the essence of my soul and allege that it is just enough to explain everything else in my whole life. Now at this stage of my existence, I am far away from the time when these things may caused me embarrassment. What? An artist? What do you mean by that? I mean an artist, just an artist It is simple like that.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
you have been trapped by what you said, ensnared by the words of your mouth.
The lips of fools bring them strife, and their mouths invite a beating.
I saw that wisdom is better than folly, just as light is better than darkness.
All this I tested by wisdom and I said, “I am determined to be wise”— but this was beyond me.
If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you.
Friday, June 18, 2010
10 WAYS TO SURVIVE THIS CRISIS AND AVOID A HEART ATTACK.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
The World Cup is here again and I was never, in my whole life so isolated from the whole experience like I am now. I was always with that crazy people. In one of these times believe me or not, I was in Rio, with one of the coolest people on heart.
Now, I am isolated from the Brazilian world here in San Diego. . . felling like an out cast...
I had to make a tribute to Brazil and I did not know what to do... then I took a picture of the mirror. Que saudade.!!!
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
The Loneliness looked exactly like this creature when I looked at it for the first time. It was placed at one of the ceiling corners, completely still and watching me with eagle eyes. Not knowing what to do, I opened and fixed my eyes, staring at it with fear and wonder…
I could write a book to tell the outcome of that experience. I even wrote a few songs about it. I also learned to cook, invited friends and people that I barely knew for dinner. I learned to forgive, to let it go, to give without receiving, but I always felt like I was missing something…
My healing only came after understanding that I was, actually not alone. The Lord Himself was with me. Oh my!!!!! How could I not see Him before? The cross goes up and down (vertical), meaning Him and me fist. Then it put me in the middle and goes towards my right and towards my left (horizontal). I am, exactly, in the center of the universe” I calmed myself down completely and felt my heart comforted. If “Loneliness is really a form of neediness”, I am all set. http://bit.ly/9Y5V6O
Ah, where is the creature that was in the ceiling corner? I starved it to death when I learned to love and nurture people and accept them for who they are.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Friday, April 30, 2010
This amazing man is a stranger of mine. We crossed each other’s path a while ago and stayed in each other’s life for about 30 seconds. An intricate sequence of events brought that man and I to be at same spot, at the same time, in that fresh morning. It was like a masterpiece of coordination between the universe and us.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
This little guy is fascinating, he is blue and lives in a blue world, he has those black lines going up and down making him look charmingly odd; his legs are enormous and he owns the water. He is very courageous. At night time he kind of blows in the dark. He is actually just a little thing, which gives me the impression that I can fit him in between my hands.
The most alluring thing about this creature is his arresting eyes. I honestly never saw eyes with such a sweetness; if you take the time to stare at it, a surprising calmness will conduct you to a feeling of well being.
What comes to my mind when I look at this honey are words like: reliable, responsible, always there, carrying the load, good as one's word, loyal, rock like, secure, stable, steadfast, steady, sure, to be counted on, tried, tried-and-true, true, trustworthy, trusty, unfailing.
He has a lot to say but he won’t, because no talking is poetry.
I saw him for the first time when I was walking completely alone on the beaches of
So many things could have been documented here to describe the Little Plover but I will stop right now and let you complete this text with me. I will let you guys meet each other and get emotional with each other. Let me know if this tiny being touched your heart.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
The sensation that I have right now is that I am in the air; I have no place to put my feet on, I was telling a friend that I am going back home and back home is East of North America. What could be more mess up than that? A Brazilian person departing from
The night was nice and warm; I had a bunch of friends at the airport saying good bye. I was feeling romantic and thrilled. I was about to materialize my dream of going to
That happened 16 years ago, with thousands of stories in between, I am only sure about one thing now, I will be happy anyway, anywhere, doesn’t matter what.
Maybe home is the world.
I am actually, a world citizen,
Surely goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD
forever. Psalm 23:6
Psalm 11:1Of David. In the LORD I take refuge. How then can you say to me:
"Flee like a bird to your mountain."
I lie awake; I have become like a bird alone on a roof.
My oldest brother told me that it is better to be the head of a lamb in your own country ,then to be the tale of a lion in somebody else land.
Like a bird that strays from its nest is a man who strays from his home.
I lost my sense of direction when we moved to San Diego Ca, first I had to cope with the pain of founding out that the "sunny city" was just a fraud and the appearance of paradise is just external...but this is a subject for another posting.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Looking for a Pearl
The ocean breeze in this afternoon is amazingly kind; it is refreshing and smells like joy.
I had to bring my self back to the ocean again today just because I am still hurting, but in the beginning of the process of healing from what had happened in the latest circumstances and its effect on my personal life. I was truly more calm because I had forgave my own sins yesterday, what brought balance to my emotions. When I was sitting on the sand I had a delicious moment of interaction with the colors. The sky was definitely ultramarine blue, from the horizon line and up a refreshing glaze was evaporating towards the universe, underneath that a dark green divided the scene interrelating with the blues and greens of the waves. Everything was so nice and perfect till a popping and a jumping white graciously rushes in my direction as if it is trying to reach me.
I am delighted with the gentleness I have been treating myself right now. Even thought I am feeling sad and embarrassed I am leading my mind to not practice self punishment, propensity to self hurt, to not get into blaming games, be too strict on me or too unreasonable with my own being. That is, actually the first time I see my soul getting to my side so consistently to overcome failure. Probably by now the reader is thinking that I am crazy and I am not making any sense. I am just hiding in the words that I am experiencing a difficult situation and I am counting on myself only to get my pieces together, raise my head above the water and keep on going. The exact narrative of the facts is not necessary once it is just an immense cut wide open what I can see right now. I have been hanging in there; nursing the pain I am feeling, hoping that from this wound I caused will arise a magnificent pearl which will make me a very reach person. For now thought, it is hurting like a gun shot.
Creation of a pearlhttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pearl#Natural_pearls
Pearls are formed inside the shell of certain mollusks: as a defense mechanism to a potentially threatening irritant such as a parasite inside its shell, or an attack from outside, injuring the mantle tissue. The mollusk creates a pearl sac to seal off the irritation.
I wont let this pain go
without leaving me a pearl.
If it is hurting me so badly I must collect a pearl from it.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
ITS SUNDAY EVERYBODY!!
I remember Sundays that I had to drag myself through it, I recall passing the long hours of boredom trying to make sense on those feelings that the last day of the week usually brings. It is not that I am dying here or have to take a pill or something, it is just that I am not excited enough, my soul is very quiet resting in a corner of expectations. At least is sunny today, what makes me feel fuzzy; the fact that I can go outside and walk to distract my mind gives me a little relieved. I should walk to the beach and spend a time there thinking about things… It is good to seat alone and put your life in perspective.
"It is good to wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord.
It is good for a man to bear the yoke
while he is young.
Let him sit alone in silence,
for the LORD has laid it on him."
Sunday, February 28, 2010
The Winter Sparrows And The Japanese Ladies
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
It is an amazing story how I came to paint the birds:
In one of those delicious summer in Brazil I went to a trip to a paradise town called Prado (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XSvktYZxDvA&feature=related) in the state of Bahia.( http://www.pradobahiabrasil.com.br/praias.html) There I met a strange artist that was living in one of the most amazing beaches in the world, in a exquisite round house (designed by himself) decorated with glasses and mirrors with surreal effects that allowed you to see the ocean on the front porch and the woods on the back yard in the same time. Did not matter where you were in the house you could see everything, everywhere; even the sunrise and sunset on both places. Besides living in that stunning place that man only painted birds. I tried to understand that bizarre creature and painted one bird just to have a taste of it, I had the need to check if I could see something else beyond a picture of a silly bird that a strange man dedicated his life to. Then… I never could stop doing it anymore…
Monday, January 25, 2010
.This post is about me fooling around the thought of courage.
I got emotional every time a child gives me a drawing. And I feel exactly like a kid when I show my art work to anybody. I discovered very early that I had courage to make art,
I noticed that I had to have courage so many times to create art, it is not ease to expose your heart constantly like that...
...and I had some pieces like "The Trojan Horse" , it was left to the ostracism for long time.
The truth of the matter is that an artist reveals his/her soul in every picture.You have to prepare yourself for the consequences of being revealed, then you have to look at people in their eyes because they will see you, they will see your edge.
Be an artist is like this: You paint, and then you prepare to fight.
In spite of everything I shall rise again: I will take up my pencil, which I have forsaken in my great discouragement, and I will go on with my drawing.
All artist are naive
What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?
Vincent Van Gogh
All art requires courage. (Anne Tucker)
Courage is a kind of salvation. (Plato)
Courage is the mental and moral strength to venture, persevere, and withstand danger, fear, or difficulty. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Courage
Courage, also known as bravery, will, intrepidity, and loyalty, is the ability to confront fear, pain, risk/danger, uncertainty, or intimidation. "Physical courage" is courage in the face of physical pain, hardship, Death, or threat of death, while "moral courage" is the ability to act rightly in the face of popular opposition, shame, scandal, or discouragement.
- courage is "grace under pressure". Ernest Hemingway
- Leap, and the net will appear. (John Burroughs)
- A man full of courage is also full of faith. (Cicero)
- I love the courage and freedom that comes with being a crazy old lady... no holds, no barriers, no fear. (Kay Cox)
- You learn courage by couraging. (Mary Daly)
- If you're looking for something to be brave about, consider fine arts. (Robert Frost)
- Dare to be naive. (Buckminster Fuller)
- What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything? (Vincent van Gogh)
- Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage. (Anais Nin)
- All art requires courage. (Anne Tucker)
- Dare to be irrational! - keep free from formulas, open to any fresh impulse, fluid. (Edward Weston)
- A man shows reckless courage in entering into the abyss of himself. (William Butler Yeats)
Sunday, January 24, 2010
This picture was taken by the fabulous photographer David Spencer (www.davidspencerphoto.com) in his studio in Rockland Ma; we were in the old Codman Building where the Plain St famous group of artists were painting at the time. (www.4thfloorartists.org ) That was the fist time I had to pose and I was quite shy.
I suggested loud music to take my attention away from the machine eyes in front of me, and the fact that David was examining me like that was almost embarrassing. For me this cute image is showing that I was trying to hid myself the whole time, or that I was clouded with my gender worries about appearances, or that I am really that naïve and mysterious woman that his lenses discovered .
It is intriguing the effect that this photography has on people. The Brazilians applaud it, the Americans doesn’t know what to say, and a men from India urged me to take the photo from the web right way. One of my student’s mothers rebuked her for looking at naked people when she was checking my website; a couple of people saw sadness and what my husband said I cannot write in here. Some times I look at the figure trying to find a reason to ostracize it, but them I see the naïve again and I let it go. My honesty is knocking at the door again to lead me to the main point of the discussion: ….then I don’t want to think about it and I just stick with the reflection of innocence David so well portrayed .
Friday, January 22, 2010
OK, all right, I will blog. I will write about the artist life. Of course lots of my own life will be included, after all what am I if not an artist? I realized it when I was still very young and I noticed that everybody had noticed that I was “different”. Took me forever to understand that it was Ok to think and talk and look not in the same way as everybody else’s. I have to confess here if I want to be loyal to my memory, that some of my friends called me “doidinha”, it was an affectionate way to say crazy in Portuguese. In that time, because I did not had understood who I was and because I was so young and naïve, that hurt me a lot. But then life got very confused when I started to dream about becoming a successful business woman. I tried so hard and waisted so much time and money till I found out that: the primarily reason for my failures was the fact that I was a right brainier, and had not worked on this aspect of my life at all. Nobody ever spoke to me about that, the schools I studied never explored that, all that society knows about it is the result of the recent researches. So, I new it inside me and I developed naturally what I was in the deep of my core.
Of course I have to state that my adjustment to family and society was painful.
1 - fantasy-oriented
2 - holistic
4 - subjective
“On the other hand, right-brain students are the dreamers. They can be very intelligent and very deep thinkers—so much so that they can get lost in their own little worlds. They make great students of the social sciences and the arts. They are more spontaneous than the cautious left-brainers, and they are likely to follow their own gut feelings.”
In all my life I remember creating those spectacular and well articulated “little worlds” and living comfortably in them. Reading this that quickly looks simple and comfy, but it gets very complicated once the dynamic of life carries you in. Then you understand what crazy is and you humbled yourself to the maximum:
That’s my bio:
My work is the fruit of who I am. Does not matter if I like it or not, I am an artist.
It comes from an intrinsic need to "create" something. I create an image and call
that the essence of my soul and allege that it is just enough to explain everything else in my whole life. Now at this stage of my existence, I am far away from the time
when these things may caused me embarrassment.
What do you mean by that?
I mean an aritist, just an artist
It is simple like that.