Wednesday, September 11, 2013

September 11th...

Something i wrote
a few days after
September 11.

in honor of the lives lost
and changed forever.

(sorry about the small text... you can read it below the video)






It has now been 3 days
Since the towers have crumbled
And lives were shattered.
3 days since the world
came to a stop
and the mourning began.
3 days since the horror
and the bravery
and the body bags,
and the ultimate loss
of freedom
for so many.
The destruction
is devastating to me.
The possibility that this
is only the beginning.
In the past few days,
we have seen the best
and the worst
of humanity.
I wonder,
If the terrorists are satisified
with having expressed their hatred
so clearly.
I wonder,
if they are proud,
of having accomplished
such a monumental task,
of eliminating THE symbol of power
and financial wealth in the U.S.
and having cast doubt and fear
on an entire nation…
perhaps on the world.
It is so unsettling
and sad to me,
to live with the knowledge
that so many of us
possess such hatred
for one another.

And now –
it is tit for tat.
An eye for an eye.
And we will watch
In desperation and disbelief
the dissintegration of
a world – a nation – a city –
a soul.

Life will continue
in one corner of the globe,
and it will end in another.
There will be death and destruction,
And the blood of innocent children
On our hands.

Hatred breeds hatred.
Love breeds love.

I sit here,
In the glorious sunshine,
Listening to crickets play
And watching the bees…
And somewhere in New York,
There are those brave souls
Who listen through the rubble
And chaos of crushed concrete –
For the sound of a human voice.
I look at fine green grass,
And beautiful yellow flowers,
And they look at body parts
And blood.

I simply don’t understand
the hatred
and the suffering.

I may understand tomorrow,
But today –

My heart is aching too much.

Pauline Leger ©




Monday, September 2, 2013

across the oceans and the universe...

The earth has music for those who listen.
- George Santayana

This is where i sat with my coffee
on Saturday morning.


















Summer is nearing the end...
sigh...
as much as i love the fall,
it saddens me to think that soon,
i'll need to toss the flip flops
and wear shoes again.

A quick little pencil sketch.
i feel rusty these days.
It looks like a garbage can
but it's actually a plastic cup. :-)
My 4 month, 9 to 5 term job ends this week.

Like anything in life,
there were good things about it,
and bad.

Most of the bad had to do with feeling
like a fish out of water
and having little time for art.
Feeling like i was betraying
my artist self.
And Roberto... you were right.
My brain was churning on new ideas all the time,
even in the confines of a grey cubicle,
and now, i am counting the days
till i can put pen to paper again
or paint to canvas.
i learned many things while i was there.

Lesson #1:
i understand my own value as an artist now
and the value of art in the world.
We are led to believe that art is less important
than other more normal professions.
When school budgets are cut,
art and music are the first to go.

And yet, when we look back at our history,
it is art and music
and writing
and poetry
and dance...
that connect us
to our past...

to the stories that matter.

That is why i make art.
To leave my mark in the world.
And because i know now
with certainty
that it is where i belong.

If art makes you alone happy
and nobody else -
then already,
it has served a grand purpose,
wouldn't you say?
 i like to think so...
Wishing you ALL a wonderful week ahead.
Do something that makes you happy.
Life is too precious to be miserable.
xox

Sunday, August 25, 2013

angels and aliens

A little bit of art
and very few words...


a butterfly to be...

added markings...

...added turquoise paint

then it was way too colorful,
so i added white...
then more markings (pencil + charcoal)

angels?
butterflies?
aliens?
whatever you see is fine by me. :-)

and a few thoughts for the day
from the book "SOUL PANCAKE"


Happy Sunday to you all...
xox