Punctuality is the art of guessing how late the other fellow is going to be.
Unknown
“Cukoo’s Clock” | original painting – private collection – Guadalaja, Mexico
• watercolor, wax, ricepaper, then quilted! • 36″H x 36″W • © Lisa Rivas
Sometimes we stare so long at a door that is closing that we see too late the one that is open.
Alexander Graham Bell
…are the long "bristlelike" projections
on the seeds of wheat, oats and grasses.
They play a role in the dispersal
of seeds in the air and the actual
planting of them in the ground!
Wheat FEEL
The awns feel the changes in humidity
and this leads to their bending.
This bending helps them push
the seed along. By bending back
and forth upon feeling these
slight changes in humidity
they accomplish the digging,
the pushing and then in
the final burial of the seed down
a few inches into the soil!
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• 10" x 10" • Lisa Rivas © 2007 • "Feeling"
• watercolor, digital, printed on ricepaper and mounted on canvas
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain. Lord Byron
What a country calls its vital economic interests are not the things which enable its citizens to live, but the things which enable it to make war. Petrol is more likely than wheat to be a cause of international conflict. Simone Weil
…is one of the stock characters
of the Commedia del’Arte, Italian Comedy.
From his ludicrous dress comes the
meaning “particolored”, colored in sections.
The Harlequin Bug is a stinkbug,
dressed in multicolored, fanciful-patterns.
They are of the family of insects called
Pentatomidae, from the Greek words:
pente/five and tomos/sections.
“Arlecchino Stinkbug” e-Stamp
• fused glass – illustration printed as an archival pigment print, 100% rag paper
Stinkbugs are so named because they secrete a foul-smelling liquid that is repulsive to most predators.
Smell is a potent wizard that transports you across thousand of miles
and all the years you have lived. Helen Keller
There is geometry in the humming of the strings,
there is music in the spacing of the spheres.
Pythagoras (c. 550 bc)
Not on one strand are all life's jewels strung.
William Morris
original painting – private collection – Naiguatá, Venezuela • "Captive"
• watercolor, wax, ricepaper, glazed • 26"H x 24"W • © Lisa Rivas
Freedom is for honest people. No man who is not himself honest can be free.
He is his own trap. L. Ron Hubbard
When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about… RUMI
…to lie on
a lush lawn
freshly cut
stalks
sprigs
growing
weeds
rise tall
blade
upon blade
a pasture
grazing
green
soft wet
fens with
dragonfly
rushes &
marsh
land
reeds
bending
slightly
breezes
shifting
between
wild life
fields
rolling hay
rye, rice
cereal
feed us
wheat
berry
dancing
white
powdered
straws &
eating
sugarcane
fests!
Lisa Rivas © 2008
To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass
is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug. Helen Keller