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This is based on photographer John's photo of Harper Lea's hands playing the harp at the Pennsylvania Renaissance Faire...
Can you hear it?...
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This piece (page 2), together w/my other piece "SELF COMFORT" (page 1) have been featured in Artfinder's "BEST OF MARCH" :)
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This is my "fantasy"- a world where animals and humans "get along" ;)
TITLE: TRUST
MEDIUM:#charcoal
#contemporary #drawing on #Fabriano #paper
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#bird #sparrow #resting #nature #hands #OldHands #wrinkled #time
#ArtIsMyTherapy
"When the threat is so uncertain (and potentially far-reaching) the problem of communication right now is too much communication from everybody (medically not authoritative) … and too much media exposure, we know, can heighten one’s ANXIETY."
I know what THAT feels- if only everyone else would just keep quiet for a while...and try to listen.
This is based on photographer John's photo of his mother in law while telling a story.
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#ArtIsMyTherapy
Mani che ci hanno accarezzato; che hanno guidato non solo la nostra famiglia ma anche le tue automobili; mani che hanno creato eleganti abiti e tra le moltissime tue specialità culinarie, la fantastica pasta fatta in casa; mani che tanto hanno lavorato; mani che qualche volta volevano elargire qualche Sgiaff... ( ma correvo via più veloce...); mani che hanno sfogliato molte pagine di libri e riviste, mani che hanno viaggiato.
Mani che non ci sono più e che ci mancano.
Hands that caressed us; that have driven not only our family but also your cars; Hands that have created elegant clothes and among the many culinary specialties: the fantastic homemade pasta; Hands that have worked so much; Hands that sometimes wanted to give some slap ... (but I ran aways faster ...); Hands that browsed many pages of books and magazines, hands traveling.
Hands that are no longer here and that are missed.
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Erich Fried
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Du bist mein Mädchen
"Für die Welt bist du irgendjemand, aber für irgendjemanden bist du die Welt."
Erich Fried
Continuation of the 100 year hands. They are always on the move, not only to keep arthritis and pins and needles at bay, but also to emphasise her lively words.
(Much better large.)
Scav chall #13
Two completely opposite hands. Opposite in texture; age; size and pudgyness. But both belong to two people I love very, very much. They make good bread too.
Giving Thanks. Ron Eichner, third generation poultry farmer, gathers eggs in the chicken house at Eichner's Farm Market in Wexford, PA. Photo: ©2014 Shelley Lipton.
The hands
that held babies
grandbabies
greatgrandbabies
and her husbands dying hand
and now a CANE
to lean on
after a life full of history
PISAC,
Photography’s new conscience
My Grandmother's hands have had thirty three thousand seven hundred and fifteen days use.
Easier to read whne viewed large, on black.
Poem by Anne Rhitak
You are my desire,
the fire in my veins,
always at my side,
you are my wine.
Rose Garden Festival
Victorian State Rose Garden
Werribee
A weekend away to Chipping Campden from a few years ago.
The town was inundated with Morris Men from all over the country, I think they call it a Morris Ring Meeting. There must have been about 500 of them, never seen anything like it. The following morning they gathered in the market square for a slow march to the local church where they attended a special service. A little scary, akin to something from the Wicker Man. What caught my eye here is the interesting profile that the mans hat strap makes.
My mother’s hands…
These hands are now weak and wrinkled… twisted with time…
though 91 years of age and encumbered with limits…
my mother is still determined… still strong with pride…
Over the years these hands had the strength to raise a family right.
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