Semillita means “little seed”, and is the name of this doll. A beautiful “doll purse” given to me by my dear, dear, dear grandmother from Puerto Rico, and who also turned out to be my very first spiritual teacher.
I am a mixed bag, one part Hispanic the other side Swedish-American. Born in Boston, MA where I lived for my first few years and then moved overseas to be raised in Caracas, Venezuela. I went to a Catholic “all girl” School from grade school until I graduated from high school. It was fun! I learned to knit, sew and embroider, I was “the artist” of my class, and those were my interests, very simple ones.
This propelled me to go to Design School and pursue a career in the Arts. I had no concept of making an income, since my mother didn’t and my father thought that women don’t need to hold jobs, if “the man of the house” could afford it. Consequently my perception of making an income is very distorted and in a strange way it continues to be even though I have worked my whole life, …and as a self-employed artist! That was how I lead my life, quietly striving and feeling that my income had no merit, since I shouldn’t be working.
For a few years now (about a decade or so), and specially after my mother’s death, I have started questioning about where does this absurd perception of life lead us to. There has to be more to this story, than just continuously cranking out paintings and designs for the public and silently looking away at the income.
I finally stopped! …and someone told me to observe my own breathing… and eventually I found myself thinking in a more self-realized way, and I felt less alone… I even wondered why?
I understand now. Today, I do things more in tune with the intuitive plane, and one of living the path for the present moment. I conscientiously see myself make things; of turning these same creations around, and have them look at each other. I’m realizing there is a silent and peaceful drama taking place right in front of my eyes. It is the deep world of acceptance, love and growth.
Here I present a glimpse of how this can be… as Semillita watches,
“the dance of the red seeds and flying leaves”
° ° ° ° ° ° °
Lisa, what a beautiful post. I could feel your personality and charm through this. It makes me admire you a little bit more but, in this occasion not only as a artist but also as an inspirational woman.
I love this post and I love finding out the wonderful tidbits of life that make “you”, you! 🙂 Thank you for sharing this amazing part of you! 🙂
Lisa, what an intimate and beautiful story you have shared. I love it when artists reveal themselves like this. It is sometimes hard to do this. and I love how you’ve put it in your art.
Lisa, This is a beautiful post…and it goes to that common ground many of us struggle with. Yes, Romy is right, your personality and who you are really comes through on this post. It is well written and it tells the truth…difficult but at the same time liberating to write. There is growth in this…coming through loud and clear. Nice job. June Maddox
Lisa, thanks for sharing. It is so beautiful to see your creations, and to hear how you process them! You are inspiring!
😎
Thank you for sharing your inspiring journey and revealing a new part of yourself (that I didn’t know). Lovely post.
Hello Lisa
I am from BYW and thought I would stop by and visit your blog.
I am SPEECHLESS! You are amazing. Just seeing your artwork was worth signing up in the class.
My very best to you, Sheryl
Such a beautiful description of being in the present moment… of the quiet peace, the breath, of self-love.
Thanks for sharing.
que hermosa y profunda reflexión!!! me encantó, la verdad que bien intima pero redactada como tomado un te con amigas 🙂
te escribo en español para darle un toque de diversidad y calor de tu tierra jejeje
gracias por tu mensaje en mi blog!!
un abrazo y que bueno tener a otra Venezolana aquí 🙂