"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations."

Anaïs Nin





Tuesday, September 23, 2008

last "creations"

i've been working hard lately
hard lately...you may see the pictures if you click on the rainbow on the right hand side...



here are my bowls for stories...story-bowl ?
you take it in your joined hands, watch it silently, let the pictures enter your mind, then you may speak, tell your stories, your poems...
then you put it in a friend's hands...she watches it silently , then goes on with the stories...






and you go on and on till the following morning...






there are made of plastered material, then decorated...

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

life is going on...


Come along sisters, let's say it's Tuesday...anyway for you and me it's always Tuesday...first a great news...
Welcome, Lucas...you're such a sweet little boy... My niece gave birth to this sweetheart on Tuesday, September the 2nd... before her grand-father died she had told him the baby's sex and name very secretely... So my friends, we're coming back...I do thank you all for your kind words and hugs, I told Mum about it and she sends you all her love...
Now, here are the "things" I made last weeks, there're for you...I now belong to a group of women working on Mixed-media that's what i did lately, wanted to share...
I also bought for the tenth time "Woman who run with wolves"...this one I will not give it to anybody...I had to do it...The first time I met this book was eleven years ago...many things happened since...so back to the good old reading...let's see if I read it differently...I'll let you know...

Simone Veil

Thank you Simone for instituting the law on birth control ...


the young lady, the book and the owl


lady scarecrow

the harvest is finished...but I saw Lady Scarecrow last night, hiding in a corner with her lover, the fox told me...

We are women

dedicated to the women I love, all around the world...














for
the children we may bear in our wombs...
the sisters who can't give birth but never stop giving love ...
the blood of life flowing between our tights...
the wrinkles coming, the laugh bursting, the tears...
the sisters who stood before us, stand besides, will stand ...
the words we may put on beings, things...
the madness, mildness, doubt, wisdom...
the joy of creating, sharing, loving...
the memories to keep and teach...
the wild women deep inside...
for all these reasons and million others...
we are lovers, mothers, grand-mothers, friends, sisters
we are women...