The Artists Are Prophets Some Times

The dudes from Bird Rock Arts are what these modern days have produce in California. It is June, 2012 and we have here a passionate surfer that paints landscapes, an innovating photographer , an oil portrait Japanese master, a sculptor that is reinventing recycling, and an acclaimed “poetic with birds” Brazilian artist.

They are working on fresh, delicious organic art. Every day they are creating art just because it is what they were called to do. The artist is a prophet sometimes and most of the time the artist is a reporter of their times. They image goes to eternity as a document for the generations to come. They are artists after all…..it is simple like that:

Ryan Pennel, Kazuaki Uehara, Robin Bellew, Robert Kreidt, Maria Parenteau

Five Hours Had Passed

6/6/2012
So. Five hours has passed today already and I did not do anything. I went back and forth in the studio and spread books and paintings all around. I took a charcoal and tried to call some birds on a blue turquoise covered with a light yellow background that I have being working on for two weeks now….I had the impression that I saw three birds and I tried them in white…nothing... I went then to organize my cabinet and found more books, lots of material that could be in  used immediately and some cards… I came back to the table covered with the open books's joy..found a delicious orange humming bird flying...  went to get all the oil painting material... answered a phone call and lost forty more minutes. I did this, I did that and nothing came about…
My well is empty, that is what it is. I cannot paint, because I am not settled. I am overwhelmed with life in these modern days. I feel sorry for my poor mind which cannot rest enough. My sleep patterns are horrible. I drink too much caffeine. There is no peace….Ok! Right now I want to leave this blogging behind and just jump for the next thing…..The afternoon is coming down gently. I will add some music to the occasion and try to comfort myself, I will spend some time listening to me…..painting…..drink more water and paint...pampering my inner child.

Five Hours Had Passed

 

The Bird Seller: The Gallery and the fact that first things come first.

The Bird Seller: The Gallery and the fact that first things come first.

The Gallery and the fact that first things come first.

 When the gallery was being born I started to bring the birds slowly. First I brought the hamming birds, they felt so comfortable and loved the space so much that they scared me when they flew away unimaginably fast from one wall to another stopping for a second here and there in a crazy high speed dancing.


The American Kestrel came right after. It demanded a special place, it wanted to be seeing from far away, it was so "eagle" to see people that I have to place it at window for a awhile.


The Pelicans behaved as if they lived on that space forever, they kept floating silently on the top of the wall  too close to the window almost giving the impression that they were flying away.

I placed the "Hiding a Secret' on the back of the right wall, it stayed there not knowing that nobody was interested in what it had to disclosure anymore. Very close to it is "The Number 33 and 34" is shinning like a star, it is difficult to see the other birds around it.

In the middle of everything I placed the surfboards and all those colors started to play with people's eyes like in a kaleidoscopic trip.                                              
                                                                                   So finally I brought the master pieces.

 The yellow of 'Serenity' blended the atmosphere so well that all around one could feel chills of joy. But was when I placed 'The Winter Sparrows and The Japanese Ladies" that everything came alive like magic. It overshadowed everything; everybody that entered the Gallery could experience the magnetic effects that this amazing piece or art causes on people. It is really nice seeing that the Japanese ladies are really hidden and people only find then after I tell the story behind it.

Oh my!!! look at me describing with a cold heart artist how I put my birds to be sold in this 2012 California's Spring. I have to tell you that 'Fleeing From Myself''  is no longer here, it flew away even before the grand opening and now is part of a local art collector's wall.

It is what it is is....and it is a fact that the first things came first.

The Bird Rock Art Gallery/Studio is located at 5785 La Jolla BLVD La Jolla Ca - 92037

The Dark Thought

What is this thing floating on top of me?  Who is this bird and where it came from? I found it in my mind yesterday when I was looking for things to write about as my therapist recommended …

I don’t like him. He has humongous wings, and a cloud of black powder splashes from it when he moves. He looks so focused and I am afraid that he is staring at me. I have the impression from his body language that he is moving his head as if he is calculating something. Oh my! How come I came up with that being?

…I am going to sell this bird this Saturday at the Hillcrest Farmers market. I want let it go. I bet somebody will find it funny and buy for some reason. It was just a thought anyway…let it fade.

http://www.hillcrestfarmersmarket.com/about.html

VIDA DE ARTISTA: 10 Ways To Survive The Crisis And Avoid A Heart Attack.

VIDA DE ARTISTA: 10 Ways To Survive The Crisis And Avoid A Heart Attack.

My Words Came Against Me Like A Sharp knife.

The thing is that, some times we screwed up big time. It hurts. I could stop my blog post right here and everybody would just understand what I said, because everybody also screwed up big time as well. We could say we are just humans, little creatures, fragile like the flowers that die in the fields........

Hummmmmmmm! .............................................

I am feeling that I am spinning around…I will start this text over but leaving everybody out of this:

The thing is that, some times, I screwed up big times and it hurts a lot.  I have this impression that I will never learn important lessons to exercise wisdom. ….oh!!! if I could stop my words before it brings destruction!... My words came against me like a sharp knife to get me; what upsets me the most is the fact that, this horrible agent of destruction came from my very own mouth.

 Today has been so far a hard day. It is 4:21 California time, and I am overwhelmed with life since I opened my eyes in the morning…to make things worse there was no sun today. It was a dark raining day to the point to wet people’s soul.

The reason for this grieving is that I said something in the middle of the morning that made me look like a clown and I hated it. The situation was ridiculous to my eyes. I know better, I have better judgment than that, but for some reason I let mediocrity came from nowhere and punch me right on my face……………

I want stop to write right now…I am upset. It will be easier do not think about this and move on, but I will keep going, I want to digest the bitterness of the occasion to see if I can learn something from it……………..no focus………………………………………anguish…………………………………

…………………I stopped right here and went to the hot tube…..prayed there for long time; even cried before the Lord…I cried out for wisdom. He said Himself that if we ask for wisdom He will give us without finding fault….that means He will not judge or throw things on my face because earlier today I spoke like a fool. Therefore, thinking about that I left everything in His feet asking for wisdom…I also forgave me and comforted my heart….I will not let this knocked me down. I will learn…I will be vigilant….and I will stop this suffering right now………………………..ufa……………

…………..it is one day at the time right? I am glad today is over.

Proverbs 6:2
you have been trapped by what you said, ensnared by the words of your mouth.

Proverbs 18:6
The lips of fools bring them strife, and their mouths invite a beating.

Ecclesiastes 2:13
I saw that wisdom is better than folly, just as light is better than darkness.

Ecclesiastes 7:23
All this I tested by wisdom and I said, “I am determined to be wise”— but this was beyond me.

James 1:5
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.

10 Ways To Survive The Crisis And Avoid A Heart Attack.

          



                         10 WAYS TO SURVIVE THIS CRISIS AND AVOID A HEART ATTACK.

The situation really sucks right now. An average person is about to have a heart attack. We cannot believe the news and we wish that all that we hear were just fantasy. The economy came to an unbelievable point, and the stock market of life is crashing. We are all in despair. What can we do now?

1)      First, calm your ass down - Do not panic. You will need all your strength to survive the difficult days ahead. If you can stay cool, you will keep your sanity, which will help you to manage the situation and be creative to find the ultimate opportunity hidden behind the crisis.

2)      Do not be an ass just because you are unhappy – Do not allow yourself to mistreat the people you love, or even the strangers, because you are feeling horrible.  Be polite and act as if you were sorry because you know that everybody else is hurting as well.

3)      Cut the crap - Stop listening to the news. Misery likes company. Do not go for it.

4)      Do not be a knucklehead – stop insisting on materialism. Start finding pleasure in simple things. Go for a walk in a park, read a good book, find fun in the company of your friends.

5)      Do not leave space for self-commiseration. It is not always about you. The whole world is in pain; there is no peace anywhere and you will help a lot if you maintain your mental health. Again, be creative.

6)      Be very careful about your drug intake just to relax or avoid reality. If you get too addicted to the drug of your choice, you will create a huge problem for yourself.  When the crisis is gone, you will not enjoy anything anymore because your life will be wasted.

7)       Do not be so harsh with life. We do not need to be aggressive right now. We need to take it ease and rethink things in general.

8)      Be disgusted with yourself for loving plastic so much and not wanting to give up on any commodity, whose basic material is polluting and killing the planet earth. Be ashamed of the inheritance you are living for the next generation.

9)      Reverse your values. People are more important than things. Spend more time with your family. Nurture friendships. Send a message of love and encouragement through the internet to everybody alive.

10)  Humble yourself before God. Stop running after religion like a crazy chicken trying to find solutions in people and in vain philosophies. Get quiet and put your hope in Him who is bigger than your problems. You will know that you are not alone

            If none of these thing works for you, call me. I’ll cheer you up.

To Make A Tribute To Brazil I Took A Picure Of The Mirror

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.!!!

Artbreak: Back Off by maria, brazilian born

Artbreak: Back Off, by maria, brazilian born

The Horrible Face Of Loneliness

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 stopped writing a bit, just to comfort myself from the feeling of anger that still invades my heart reminiscing that bizarre moment. How awful could that be? To find a freak like that, hidden in your space, carving its way into your life…the first question was- since when it was there and where it came from. The visual still brings an agony to my soul and my desire is to make it disappear like a paper ripped by an agitated boy.

Of course, I did not know what to do. I could not possibly fight back, that was a coward match, was simply a monster attacking a kid.  This happened in my pre teenager years, once in awhile It comes to my mind but today I gave it a face- I draw it to show you how obnoxious the weirdo was. In all those years, this mutant came along with me for long journeys; it accompanied me at school, tried to splash itself in my bedroom and insisted in walk with me through the parks.

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.
Bingo

I Don't Know Who This Bird Is.

  I don't know who this bird is. I found him today. It was living in my living room, behind some art work... I don't even know his name... If I found out more about it, I'll  post here.

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Thristy for God

Today I could not stand anymore. I have to come to my room, put my knees on the floor and cry in the Lord’s presence. Overwhelmed by the life style of not having God included in my life I am now succumbing. It is not cool and it is not fun to walk around serving only my own desires and interacting with destructive and disruptive forces. My spirit agonizes with a specific loneliness; I am missing a relationship with my creator so bad that I cannot even recognize myself anymore. God put the eternity in the human’s hearts, we are eternal, we had a beginning but not an end. My spirit is longing for His presence.

The amazing Psalm 42 comes to my mind and I have to bring it here.  I believe that everybody else has the same thirstiness; we all know that humankind needs the divine. 

      As the deer longs for streams of water,

so I long for you, O God.

 I thirst for God, the living God.

When can I go and stand before him?

 Day and night I have only tears for food,

while my enemies continually taunt me, saying,

“Where is this God of yours?”

 My heart is breaking

as I remember how it used to be:

I walked among the crowds of worshipers,

leading a great procession to the house of God,

singing for joy and giving thanks

amid the sound of a great celebration!

  Why am I discouraged?

Why is my heart so sad?

I will put my hope in God!

I will praise him again—

my Savior and 6 my God!

Now I am deeply discouraged,

but I will remember you—

even from distant Mount Hermon, the source of the Jordan,

from the land of Mount Mizar.

 I hear the tumult of the raging seas

as your waves and surging tides sweep over me.

 But each day the Lord pours his unfailing love upon me,

and through each night I sing his songs,

praying to God who gives me life.

 “O God my rock,” I cry,

“Why have you forgotten me?

Why must I wander around in grief,

oppressed by my enemies?”

 Their taunts break my bones.

They scoff, “Where is this God of yours?”

   Why am I discouraged?

Why is my heart so sad?

I will put my hope in God!

I will praise him again—

my Savior and my God

A Stranger Of Mine

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.

We were at the Boston Marathon among hundreds of people and in a glance of a corner I saw the unusual. I was instantly attracted to him and in an inexplicable move I asked for a picture_ Sir, please can I take a picture with you? We did not look at each other eyes and never touched each other hands but he stopped his life for a bit of a fraction and posed with me.

I want to make the whole thing very special. Amused by the fact that this fellow had dressed up with the purpose of calling my attention I will let him know that I liked it. He had the courage to go out with that groovy outfit, crazy enough to open the doors of his personal space to strangers like me.

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I had this desire to spend at least five minutes with every person in the world, I did not spent it with this one but I will treasure our little gathering forever. Now looking at this picture, I like to imagine how his face was when he was just a baby; the happiness of his mother upon bearing him and looking at his eyes for the first time. I like to think that once he was cute and innocent, then he grew older to be a boy, that liked so much to play with friends, liked long walks at the park and had a pounding heart at Christmas mornings.

I visualize him seating in a chair, at the porch, looking at the stars.

I get emotional grasping about the first time he felt in love, and I worry if he ever suffered for that or, if he had his dear heart broken in one way or another…Of course all this is just my fantasy trying to nurture a relationship that never happened.

Forgetting the past, I am wondering if there is hope in his heart, and how is he doing in the present century. I would love to know if he dares to speak to the Lord and if he is able to hear the Lord’s voice back…

Because of the brevity of our encounter, I will never get to know which colors he prefers, what kind of movies he enjoys; what makes him laugh and if I could making him emotional baking a chocolate cake for the special occasion of his birthday.

There is nothing more to this story, this is the strange of my, whose death I will never know about and that never will cry for me when my times to pass will come.

Nice to meet you Mr. Stranger ...I have regretted though, that I had not asked your name.

The Little Plover

The Little Plover

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 California. All of sudden the bitterness of my solitude went away like flying, and my eyes were open to see it there, moving in a incredible speed, dancing with the waves and being astonishing like only himself.

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.

Loooooooooooooooooooooove

The Fondest Day In California

I keep saying that people from California are very unfriendly, closed and individualist who give one the impression that in most places, you are a non person (http://bit.ly/bbcRW2) because they don’t even see you. Yeah, but I have to post here that yesterday I had a very social day in LA and my heart felt nice and fuzzy with so much attention.

Walking on Hollywood BLVD for the fist time ever, I was thrilled that Michael Jackson, actually, smiled at me. The Superman said hi and Batman, trying to be funny came from behind me and lifted his humongous wings which was cool. The wonder woman was available for pictures if I wanted, exactly at the time when Spider man was showing off trying to get my attention. Even the new guy from Alice in Wonderland was all accessible and well-disposed. There was, also, this old rapper man that asked for my name and created a little song especially for me. Oh my! How special these people from California can make me feel…

So to finish the day in a great style, we went to Paul’s Birthday party and there I confirmed what I am saying here. Almost everybody said hi. I was so surprised, and, guess what- I made three friends and a fourth one, the one with a light green colored hair, spent a long time hanging out. See? For almost five hours we chatted and laughed and teased each other like old friends.

I guess today I have to rethink all I had said against these chummy people, even thought I woke up in San Diego again, where I feel like I am inside a plastic bubble... doesn’t matter where I go. At least I’ll keep in my head the delicious memories of the fondest day I had in the West. Talk about having a blast.

Flee Like a Bird to Your Moutain.

I am completely lost right now, I need a place to put my feet on. I do not have a studio to paint, I don't have home, I don't even have a city, imagine a country. I am nowhere, belonging nowhere like a traveler between times.

March 21, 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 California heading home finishes her journey in Boston Massachusetts. I remember that in the night I left Brazil I spent some moments with myself in my room and I felt some strange feelings. I heard my heart out loud telling me to not go anywhere, to not leave my people, to be content there. “Otherwise, If you go, you will have your heart divided for ever between two lands, you’ll experience the emptiness that being a alien causes. The worse though, is when the time passes and the years get sprayed with loneliness, your heart, now, so used to strange lands, will feel comfortable being faraway. In that point you have no country anymore and your life perspective will change forever. So, don’t go”… I heard everything my heart was saying, got ready, kissed my family and departed.

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 America, I was deliciously overwhelmed with the idea that,” when I wake up tomorrow morning in the airplane I will be in another world….

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."

Psalm 102:7
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.

Proverbs 27:8
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.