Posts Tagged ‘face’

Read my face

Monday, September 21st, 2015

read my face

read my

Stare into their eyes. When reading a face, you’ll want to start with the eyes, the most suggestive of all facial features.


Wednesday, April 8th, 2015

listed on etsy

sylph etsy


Wednesday, April 1st, 2015



I turned this face red to illustrate the idea of being ashamed, or full of shame. The few times in my own life when I have felt shame, in my youth, gladly saying, I could feel my face turn hot and blush. Something I had no control over, because blushing is an automatic reaction. Like crying, while there is an ability to hold back, emotions will prevail and reveal. Revealing the depth of that sensation stemming from the reality of one’s feelings which is something intangible unless one is a pyschopath. I think shame is different than embarrassment although they are both from the same family. There have been some occassions in my life where I have witnessed shaming and find it horrifying and more than that, horrifying that I did nothing. I’m more ashamed of doing nothing or saying nothing than being the recipient of shame, because ultimately, the recipient of shame has less culpability than the person who shamed them, or the person who stood by. There is some degree of acquiesence, for the person who is young and helpless under the control of adults, but as an adult, given a circumstance, I could not stand idly by. There is a rage in me that will exude. Exude for the times I have been shamed and for the times I shouldn’t have been and for the times others have been cruely treated and their voicelessness. In humiliation. Shameful.


Friday, May 2nd, 2014
Oil on canvas

Oil on canvas

I have not been very productive lately, sick with a kidney infection, no fun!


Wednesday, June 19th, 2013


oil on canvas

off on a tangent

Helping, Fixing, Serving

Service is not the same as helping. Helping is based on inequality, it’s not a relationship between equals. When you help, you use your own strength to help someone with less strength. It’s a one up, one down relationship, and people feel this inequality. When we help, we may inadvertently take away more than we give, diminishing the person’s sense of self-worth and self-esteem.

Now, when I help I am very aware of my own strength, but we don’t serve with our strength, we serve with ourselves. We draw from all our experiences: our wounds serve, our limitations serve, even our darkness serves. The wholeness in us serves the wholeness in the other, and the wholeness in life. Helping incurs debt: when you help someone, they owe you. But service is mutual. When I help I have a feeling of satisfaction, but when I serve I have a feeling of gratitude.
Serving is also different to fixing. We fix broken pipes, we don’t fix people. When I set about fixing another person, it’s because I see them as broken. Fixing is a form of judgement that separates us from one another; it creates a distance.

So, fundamentally, helping, fixing and serving are ways of seeing life. When you help, you see life as weak; when you fix, you see life as broken; and when you serve, you see life as whole.
When we serve in this way, we understand that this person’s suffering is also my suffering, that their joy is also my joy and then the impulse to serve arises naturally – our natural wisdom and compassion presents itself quite simply. A server knows that they’re being used and has the willingness to be used in the service of something greater. We may help or fix many things in our lives, but when we serve, we are always in the service of wholeness.

–by Rachel Remen, from Zen Hospice (May 29, 2000)


Monday, June 10th, 2013

More show up on my face every year. Some say one should be proud of wrinkles as it shows a life rich with experiences and history. That is true, but I’d rather not have them :b I started thinking that I wanted to make some figures that have wrinkles and still look beautiful, I’d call it sublime if pulled off. Not sure that I have or not, but this is one of the wrinkles pieces.


Cut down all of the lettuce about seven heads left, all having bolted 🙁 bummer. I retained the core and plan to try and move them to a shady spot. I love going out back and picking dinner. The tomatoes are doing great and are taller than I. I planted a variety, some grape tomatoes, heirlooms, yellow, romas and I can’t remember what else, there are so many different kind.


There is going to be so many that i will have to jar them or give them away.

Pink ball chain

Saturday, May 14th, 2011

mixed media figure

Little Face

Friday, December 7th, 2007

Tonight at Ten Women we have our annual holiday party in conjunction with the Abbott Kinney Art walk. We put out two buck chuck (and call it cocktails, hah!) and we all bring appetizers.

Here is a little face made from a mold I took of a doll that Nic ( ) sent to me, I love its moon like quality!


These are very crafty and easy to make, just find interesting bottles, try to see what is inherently interesting about the bottle and go with enhancing that aspect. Using colored tissue, or any other thin paper you like, apply to bottle with perfect paper adhesive.  The head is a flat clear glass round ornament, inside a painted piece of canvas, insert into the neck of the bottle, super simple.

In this case I matched the blue of the bottle with the blue of the paper, it gives it a transparent kind of look

I left one part of the bottle untouched giving a window into what is inside; snowflakes!





Tuesday, October 9th, 2007

I would often practice on my own face and wish I had documented more:


I would use quality face paints that I purchased from a theatrical supply store. The paint was creamy and went on smooth.  For special events there would be kids waiting in line the entire day to be painted and I would paint their whole face, not just a little star or heart on the cheek!

In the neighborhood that I live in we only have a handful of trick or treaters each year which is a dissappointment because I really enjoy seeing the kids all dressed up. Too bad that fear has changed the traditional way of celebrateing the holidays although it does probably mean less pranks from the mischiveous ones.

I watched a movie last night called Factotum which is about the life of Charles Bukowski. It was well done starring Matt Dillon as Bukowski.

I am working on projects slowly as life has been interfering with a variety of necessary agenda items. But I do hope to post new work this afternoon.


Monday, October 8th, 2007

Its been ten years since I was the director of an arts and crafts after school program. I created and ran the program for five years and during that time I watched the children grow up and every year I would paint their faces at Halloween. Cynthia was one of my favorite kids and here she is at 8 years old with face matching top for Halloween.

And this, painted int the same way is sweet Matthew