My mother say’s; “Go into the garden and use your hands my daughter, then the unseen one’s will see your good Will and help you.”
~Yasmeen and her <3 Mother
Nour – the children’s book I have written and intend one day to finish illustrating and eventually publish! Water color on paper, graphite and archival inks. Life in the day of a Sufi Girl Nour and her little brother Jamal.
The armor she wears is not what you think, neither does it exist in her mind, nor does she sew it around her with any seams which are made of her own devices. Her armor exists in the constructs of the earthly rules, of light of darkness, of soft and hard, the push to live and create life in the depths of the earth that spring ceaselessly and fluidly through to unfurl in green shoots, leaves, buds, flowers and fruit to return and repeat the cycle and rule of life’s earnest union with it’self.
Commission for Catherine Schweig – Mother Earth acrylic on canvas
Rose, mixed into light wielding a bright beautiful flag, she strings from her head with thousands of pearls made by the tiny cries she has responded to selflessly for years at all times and unbendingly dedicated, these now spill over her, pearls, dripping over her body, they have anointed her face.
acrylic on canvas, 24/14 inches, prints on canvas and paper available in the shop.
Cropped detail of Poise.
Poise reflects on balance and dignity acrylic on canvas 16/24 inches.
So too I have been lost, and I have been found, I have been abandoned and I have been assisted. I am not deluded by some presumption of my personal superiority, I am just tired of not saying anything when the whole world is crying for my heart, for our hearts, for humanities sanctuary. Thou shalt not pass, She said. This is my castle my home, my country, my people, my family, my community and the kingdom flourished as the mother’s protected them from their own vices and their own faults.
So you plunge your spear into her waking mind and she moves like a missile through the ocean, her target the pain of your ineptitudes, not because she does not love you but because she does, and so she will hit them with the fury of her righteousness and burn them out of you until you are truly free.
Forever is not a concept, it is a reality, forget everything I have said if you have taken it to mean that I am something. I am forever, I am eternity if I am anything, neither am I here, nor am I there, I have not been born and neither do I die, I am not this, and I am not this form, if anything I am you and you are me, and this is our Eternity.
This is not me loving you, these are the cries of your unborn children longing to love you through me
Amazing what God makes of men and women’s hearts, like toys in the fabric of creation, you can be way over in the middle of Siberia, digging in the snow and freezing your bum off, and she can be far away in the middle of a desert burying dinner scraps to avoid the animals coming to the tent at night, and all they can think about is each other.
acrylic on paper
~ in collection ~