it seems eternity

I have been away for almost a year. Not that I dont have anything to show or say, just lack of time.

no need to write

its been almost two months.
ive had no need to write, no will to blog,
no time to nothing
so,
here it goesssssss
THE WORST POSSIBLE BLOG
GOES
AWAY

a simple SPT

three rings for the elven kings under the sky

thinking about how we wear objects that we take for granted. this symbolizes union, faith, love, togetherness.
i shall be aware more often

SWEDISH PROVERB

I FOUND IT SOOO BEAUTIFUL

FEAR LESS, HOPE MORE
EAT LESS, CHEW MORE
TALK LESS, SAY MORE
HATE LESS, LOVE MORE
ALL GOOD THINGS WILL BE YOURS

SPT with tags of 4 questions/ some of me

NENUFAR beautiful plant that grows on the surface of the water. it defines my un-stability and my sempiternal disposition to try to blossom even on extreme insecurity situations



SHADOW as Mr. Friedlander, master photographer I cast my shadow, I am earth, I am me, and I can be anyone

ok. no more of my artwork in the blog. i decided so because of 4 reasons:
1-. no feedback comes
2-. no security towards copyright
3-. possible problems with my gallerists/collectors
4-. anticipating to my upcoming solo show next fall at Museo Alejandro Otero, I might as well create some expectations...

so,
I decided to keep on blogging ( was seriously considering cutting it off, but, i really like it, so... ) thought of being cautelous on some realms of my life, specially the one that involves my artwork.

I also decided to jump on the tags that i find interesting. its a different way to self portrait one self with words.. so ill give it a try.

I SAW ON REDCURRENT ( sorry, still don´t know how to hypertext on blogs ) the tag of 4 ( as it can be seen above, I also added some new tag called 4 reasons for something- doing or not doing)


Here goes mine :

4 jobs Ive had
-serving breakfast-best croissants in NYC- at the hungarian pastry shop
-exhibitions coordinator at Museo de Arte Contemporáneo de Caracas Sofía Imber and at CIFO (15 years apart)
-preschool art teacher at Plymouth Preschool ( Miami)
-Black and White Printer for Ellen Von Unwerth ( NYC)

4 places I´ve lived
-NYC new york city
-CCS caracas
-MIA miami
_BCN barcelona, spain

4 places I´ve vacationed
-London, England
-Choroní, Venezuela
-Valle De Loire, France
-Napoli, Italia

4 favourite dishes
-pizza from NAPOLI, all other pizzas in the world I can eat, but this is sublime, fabulous!
-also from NAPOLI, the one and only MOZARELLA DI BUFFALA DI CAMPANIA. only fresh in site. best of best... if you haven´t eat it there, you haven´t tried mozarella¡¡!!!
-arepa con queso guayanés y aguacate, venezuelan typical white corn bread filled ( muffin shaped) yummie!!!!
-CHOCOLATE Fondue with strawberries, or only chocolate, better.

4 sites I visit daily ( sorry again for not linkin´)
-redcurrent
-papeis por todos os lados
-la vie en rose
- oops, only 3... since I don´t have too much free time to browse blogs.

Ok

This is my new bloggin´attitude
Let´s see if I get any results.
I will also post a corner of my house.

Good mood today :) Tuesdays are also my YOGA days...best!

so, who cares?

I´ve been reflecting upon this blog thing. Who reads my blog if I don´t give the address to anyone I know? Why do I want to share with myself some more diary-like stuff when I always have my diary to fill in thoughts and stories about me?
Why do we have the need to show-express-reveal our selves to the blackness unknown of foreign eyes? I suddenly felt the SPT was twisting more to a competition of who gets more private, who takes the best picture, who gets posted, who gets linked...
why do we want to be the best ones? the best designed site? the best post? the better written? the most interesting? the most private? creative? these issues are food for thought. i still don´t have any elaborated thoughts on this, just questions that have arisen lately, while browsing.

here goes my pic of the week. its part of the new work.so, who cares?

spt no memory

It may sound strange, but I can't recall too many memories from my past. This is also much to be said, I don't have memory of my childhood ( I ignore if this is trauma or not) It all seems as blurry as my future when I try to see what will my life be like.
I'm so sorry I can't remember small details or big events. I just know things from my life that people have told me from their memories of me. So the version of me that I have, is like when someone takes a photograph of you or when you photograph yourself, a .... only a subjective partial side is perceived.
No way in to my laberinth.
No way out.

no internet, no spt

Amazing to live without internet.
Sad that we depend on this to work, think and play.
Anyway, here is my one day late SPT
a small abstraction of me.

happy emails to me

here they are, a list of some of the emails i got for my bday!
many people remembered!
feel connected.
it was somehow a happy bday week
finally...

self portrait birthday tuesday

another year that day

frustration on blog procedures

I CANT LINK
IT IS SOO HARD FOR ME TO UNDERSTAND THE LINK PROCESS
( Thank you a sweet life (here goes the link, supposedly) for time and patience explaining) but it seems I can only loose hours trying to figure it out.

Computers get on my nerve. We need them, use them, expect from them but they are soooooooo uneasy to use, you need to know so many procedures in order to have them work appropiately for you. too much effort. that's why i say technology is way behind human capacity. By now, we should be able to think on wanting something done in the computer ( like linking on blogs) and there should a be a fast one butto-action to do.

ARGHHHHH

life with time

Even though I have consciously been out of time track on my days lately, I have to say that I have been developing quite an energetic routine that i working towards helping us to keep the house running smooth.
I believe that if we have a chaotic environment, we ourselves become chaotic inside, so I´m making this huge cleaning-organizing-getting rid of what we need not and finally, my photo archive for the past year.
I cannot start a new year without doing this. I have to have everything properly filed and kept, for the future. I am exited about having quitted my full time job, not accepting the new proposal and sticking to my two main reponsabilities: being a mother and making art.
I will be poorer, insecurer, but definetly happier.
I am often scared about the future, but am trying to focus on today, everyday.
My path has just been traced, again. Every decision makes us change paths.
So, welcome me to a life back home....
Hopefully a productive, creative moment.STRONG

VOILAAAA

life without time

I have been living without noting what day it is
So,
I thought today was tuesday, and wanted to do my SPT
and it happened to be wednesday
NO STP or a LATE SPW????
I decided to blog a photo taken by my daughter
last sunday
its not technically a SP
but works ok
not a face.

new year's spt

Here I am celebrating with the kids on new years eve.
It seems I'm dancing. That is why I like the picture.
I hope the year catches this mood.
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO MY INVISIBLE VISITORS

fin de año

FIN DE AÑO 2005
RESOLUCIONES PARA 2006:

ESTAR CALMA, SERENA Y TRANQUILA
COMER BIEN, SANO Y POCO
EJERCITARME POR LO MENOS 3 VECES A LA SEMANA
HABLAR BONITO
LEER
PRODUCIR MI OBRA
ESCRIBIR
JUGAR MUCHO CON LOS NENES
BUEN ROLLITO CON O.
BUSCAR TRABAJO
VOLVER AL YOGA

FELIZ AÑO

SPT on christmas days

Merry merry me, I look like a bumble bee...working at home all day, doing house chores
cooking, organizing closets and drawers, taking care of the kids... nothin´like a good old holiday to wreck my back.
Today is a beautiful day to be outdoors, and I almost can´t walk.
But a happy holiday can be, inside our homes maybe.

( What a poem!!!)

Jo jo jo...

xmas day

uri and the tree
small, cozzy and nice christmas day
emotions are somehow controlled on me today.
best, i think its because im growing old

before xmas

after many days
i realize
i have not yet started my new life
meaning
i
need
to organize it all
re start
fix
accomodate
re structure
the house
the home
all.

La vie en rose dixit

Today, I want to homage a blog that is sooooo inspiring and nurturing. La vie an rose... a sweet life ( since I still don't know how to use hypertext and link sites, this is the name: asweetlife.blogspot.com)
Michelle is a mother, artist and writer that has moved my feelings more than once. Her depthness and sensibility have fascinated me since I bumped into her blog some months ago through SPT.

I want to copy here a letter that she wrote to Britton, her son. It is the most powerful text I have read about motherhood since a long time. Thank you Michelle for all the inspiring writings and for allowing me to publish your text on my blog. These words are exactly what I would say to my two children, Max and Adriana.

"Dear Britton,

Like other mothers, there are things I want for you. Of course I want you to be healthy. I want you to be happy. I want you to get an education and have a good head on your shoulders. I want you to contribute to society. I want you to be able to care for yourself. I want you to love and be loved. But I know things happen. Life happens. A tragedy could occur, stripping you of your health and leaving your mind and body broken. Some catastrophe could strike leaving you unable to pursue an education or function as you do now. And god knows that happiness is challenged throughout one's life. Illness strikes. Accidents happen. The unknown is full of all kinds of possibilities that could change your way of functioning and existing. I know this. So there has to be something more I want for you. And there is. There is something more, something deeper. I want you to know value, to trust your significance. I want you to know that no matter what, no matter the circumstances and situation, no matter the condition of your body, mind, or life, no matter your ability to function, you have value--just because you're you--Britton Blake Stoffregen--the only one. Your the only one with your unique perspective and your unique combination of life experiences. You're the only you. And the world needs you--your gifts, your talents, your eyes, your hands, your love, your presence, your story, your spirit. And I want you to have more than "head knowledge" about your value--knowledge you've gained from mom, who was a broken record singing your praises, even slipping into your room at night to whisper affirmations in your ear (You are loved. You are wanted. You are blessed. You are safe. You are valuable. You are perfect, whole, and complete.) I want more for you. I want you to believe for yourself. I want you to believe in yourself. I want you to own it. I want you to have knowledge that can stand even when life issues its challenges. I want you to have "heart knowledge." I want you to push, to explore, to challenge and then come back to your heart. I want you to trust your spirit, your goodness, your journey. I want you to face yourself and know you are good, more than good, so much more than good. You are you and that's always enough. Because you see, value isn't based on doing, what you can accomplish, what you can contribute, what and how much you can do. Value is based on being. Value is constant, despite your ability to do. And this is the value I want you to know. That's what I want for you...more than anything. And I know there will be times when your trust in your significance will be shaken. In those times you must have faith in the little glimpses of worth until those glimpses become a constant way of being. There may be times you have to lean on the loving eyes of others to see your worth until you can once again see it yourself. I pray for you to be surrounded by such loving eyes. So, sweet one, find your heart. Know yourself and trust that knowledge. Value will be found in that knowledge.

And if you ever doubt...because I know there will be times when you doubt,
may this letter remind you.
Mommy"

self portrait tuesday

5am with available light, just woke up had nothing in mind.