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March 27, 2017

My Muse

The artists need for a muse is powerful, but is it a necessity?

My muse is essential, now that I have one I would be at a loss without.  My muse would say, "who is musing who?!".

My muse is able to see my full capabilities, and pushes me beyond my annoyance.
Hints at spectacular ideas, and seems to be spot on. Helps me respond to and then maneuver wild hurdles. Always giving me beyond what I think I need.

The following images are courtesy of my muse, for your amusement ~

 Silly, perhaps...

In different periods of your life, you have different needs.  I have had muses before, full on wild adventures, but tend to burn out quickly. Time has come to let loose and show the world what I have to offer!

My muse helps me become more enlightened, empowered. To live by a stricter code, knows about dedication, about how to give love and support without hesitation.  Knows when and how to push, and I let it happen. I sometimes get caught in a circular motion. Certainly nothing wrong with circles, it is just that sometimes you need some straight lines to get you to where you are going.

March 18, 2017

Homage to Georgia O'Keeffe

Death can be beautiful at times. In nature is one of those moments when you can overlook the how one dies, but admire where it was, the position it ended up in.  While in Mexico recently, I came across some wonderful death still life's. 

A coatimundi skull and body was discovered.  We saw gangs of them wandering about in a friendly enough fashion.

Appreciating death is not easy.  I lost my father a year ago. He would have loved this trip, for he had quite the love for the sea and wanted to become an oceanographer for his fifth, sixth? career change.  He taught me so many amazing things about understanding life, and he helped me see the beauty in dead things. I remember when he took me on my first scuba trip.  It had me mesmerized.  From the meditative breathing to the incredulous creatures swimming by me, I fell hard for the sea.  I was a teenager heading nowhere fast and in danger of crashing, and he showed me the possibilities that life offered me.  I grabbed my camera and ran far and wide, always on the search for new discoveries.

This recent trip to Akumal found us swimming just above five juvenile cuttlefish, guarding their ground. Typically shy, in the past they would quickly swim away when I came near.  But these stood their ground. I looked into their huge donut shaped eyes, tried communicating with hand/arm gestures, I felt like I was communicating with aliens.  Simply incredible. They tried using some tentative aggressive moves back. Then we all just stared at one another, and after I had my fill of their pulsating colors, I swam off to give them peace.

A much needed escape from my life constantly looking at facebook and wondering what news will come next with this new presidency.  I am grateful to both my parents for encouraging me to follow my passion to become an artist.