A place to post images, make smart-assed observations, and ponder the occassional deep topic.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Loving the new music!
i LOVE this song.. ( i do have to ask though, wtf is that creepy little child/doll looking thing in the window behind her to the left?)
I join the queue on your answer phone And all I am is holding breath Just pick up I know you're there Can't you hear? I'm not myself
Well, go ahead and lie to me You could say anything Small talk will be just fine Your voice is everything We owe it to love And it all depends on you
So listen up The sun hasn't set (I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling) Just hear me out I'm not over you yet (It's love on the line, can you handle it?)
So how do I do normal? A smile I fake the "per-ma-nent-way" cue-cards and fix-it kits Can't you tell? I'm not myself
I'm a slow motion accident Lost in coffee rings and fingerprints I don't wanna feel anything but I do And it all comes back to you
So listen up "This" sun hasn't set (I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling) Just hear me out I'm not over you yet (It's love on the line, can you handle it?)
Hear me out Listen up This time you gotta listen to me - yeah Look at me straight Just hear me out Don't make me wait I'm not myself I can't take this Love's on the line Is that your final answer?
I join the queue on your answer phone And all I am is holding breath Just pick up, I know you're there...
So listen up "This" sun hasn't set (I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling) Just hear me out I'm not over you yet (It's love on the line, can you handle it?) (repeats two more times after this and fades)
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Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Always - Plumb
Out of nowhere You came From a little dust And a little rain And when I looked down at Your face It showed to me The truth and grace
I will always try to keep you very safe
So open up your eyes So they can look in mine And see a small reflection And when you close your eyes I pray the thoughts inside Are beautiful and true
I won't always Be this strong And I won't always Be the one To kiss the bruise Or heal the scrapes To wipe the tear drops From your face
But I will always love you more each day
So open up your eyes So they can look in mine And see a small reflection And when you close your eyes I pray the thoughts inside Are beautiful and true
I will always love you more each day I will always try to keep you safe
So open up your eyes So they can look in mine And see a small reflection And when you close your eyes I pray the thoughts inside Are beautiful and true
I will always I will always ... love you
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Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Firefly
And I have loved And I have served And I have sinned But I have learned As long as you are true to the life That you live This is the time to feel love I feel a stirring deep within Slowly picking up momentum Like the tide coming in to shore Over and under in its course This feeling emblazed inside Every nerve like a firefly Hovering above me Glow, Glow, Glowing divine Every nerve like a firefly Every nerve like a firefly This feeling emblazed inside
Every nerve like a firefly I never want to lose what I have finally found There's a requiem A new congregation And it's telling me go forward and walk Under a brighter sky Every nerve glowing like a firefly Every nerve like a firefly This feeling emblazed inside Every nerve like a firefly I feel a stirring deep within Slowly picking up momentum Like the tide coming into shore Over and under in its course I never want to lose What I have finally found There's a requiem A new congregation And it's telling me go foreward and walk Under a brighter sky Every nerve glowing like a firefly Glow, Glow, Divine Glow, Glow, Divine Every nerve like a firefly, glowing Every nerve like a firefly, glow Glow
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Sunday, November 01, 2009
The Power of Music
it's happened to all of us..even though we may not have known it at the time, a song somewhere, somehow imprints itself in your psyche, and it is forever after connected with specific events from your past. I have many of these, mostly happy memories, but this one was bittersweet. It is such an incredibly beautiful song, and I love it still, but the memory will always haunt me.
On the floating, shapeless oceans I did all my best to smile til your singing eyes and fingers drew me loving into your eyes.
And you sang "Sail to me, sail to me; Let me enfold you."
Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you. Did I dream you dreamed about me? Were you here when I was full sail?
Now my foolish boat is leaning, broken love lost on your rocks. For you sang, "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow." Oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow. I'm as puzzled as a newborn child. I'm as riddled as the tide. Should I stand amid the breakers? Or shall I lie with death my bride?
Hear me sing: "Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you." "Here I am. Here I am, waiting to hold you."
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Sunday, October 25, 2009
word cloud 1
http://www.wordle.net/
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Absolutely brilliant footage of around the Bay Area. Especially love how he has captured the clouds as they boil and roll across the coastal hills...
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Sunday, September 06, 2009
Honor your Child's Truths
"Your children and not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell
in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your
dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you."
- excerpt from Kahlil Gibran's book, the Prophet
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Saturday, August 15, 2009
studio 27 update
studio 27 news & events
Last night was this month's 2nd Fridays Art Walk along 4th Street in San Rafael, and the turn out was impressive! Saw lots of new faces in my studio at ArtWorks Downtown and had some excellent conversations. Thanks to all who came by to say hello, hope to see you at the next 2nd Fridays Art Walk Next month I promise to have a better bottle of red. :)
There are some new small canvases up on circle in a square blog , with another 9 sushi paintings in progress at the studio.
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Enjoy the rest of your summer!
Sincerely,
Janelle Schneider 1337 Fourth Street, studio #27 San Rafael, CA www.paintbetty.com
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Thursday, August 13, 2009
Press on Control
Article in the San Jose Contemporary Art Examiner
by Erica Goss
Control
opened August 6 at SOMArts Cultural Center in San Francisco. Curated
by Karen Gutfreund and juried by the Guerrilla Girls West, Control
features the work of seventy-nine artists: ninety-two pieces in all.
The opening was a success, as visitors to the gallery viewed works that
ranged from Monica Rickler Marks' mixed media assemblage "Control VS.
Letting Go," which "explores the struggle between attempting to control
every detail in life," to Ruth Waters' "Home, $weet Home," a sculpture
created in the shape of a tiny house, depicting that "home is the most
dangerous place for women."
In the curator's notes, Karen
Gutfreund writes, "What does one control? How have political, social or
economic controls shaped one's life and the lives of others?In what
ways does the media and popular culture dictate and control?" The
introduction by the Guerrilla Girls West, who juried the show, asks,
"Is 'control' a euphemism for the role of women?"
Each artist
responded to the prompt, "control," in her own personal, provocative
and individual way. Many of the works are painfully honest, taking on
issues of gender, war, politics, domestic and sexual abuse. The show
is required viewing for anyone who wants a strong, unflinching look at
the world through the eyes of women visual artists.
The South
Bay's Cristina Velazquez ("La Mujer Tiene que Ser Curander/Woman Must
Be a Healer,") Lucy Liew ("The Core,") and Trina Merry ("Imperial
Wartime Jellyfish") are represented in the show. To learn more about
Cristina Velazquez, read my article Cristina Velazquez: transforming
life into art.
Control runs from August 6-29 at the SOMArts Main Gallery, 934 Brannan Street, San Francisco, CA.
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I am so honored to be a part of
this remarkable show with so many amazing women. Check out the show if you can - a
collection of some very powerful work.
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What each must seek in his life never was on land or sea. It is something out of his own unique potentiality for experience, something that never has been and never could have been experienced by anyone else.