Category: paintings
What Confusion?
What Confusion? Who gets confused these days? Everything is so true, so clear. Why would you be confused my dear? Is what I see real or not? Why would I rather sleep on a cot? Are words that hate really love? Are facts alternative you think? Today if it weren’t for poetry Life would really stink? Continue reading What Confusion?
Confusion
“Lack of understanding; uncertainty,” is the dictionary definition. I can only express my rendition with a mosaic of curved lines which I myself cannot understand. Cause I envision Peace. But really all there is, is division. Cause I dream of a new idealism, full of optimism, perhaps a neologism like neo-spirtualism, everyone understanding that prolonged confusion cannot continue cannot continue. … Continue reading Confusion
August 1st
Energy flows through Sunflowers sway joyfully As I doze off Continue reading August 1st
What Shapes Us
“The same law that shapes the earth-star shapes the snow-star. As surely as the petals of a flower are fixed, each of these countless snow-stars comes whirling to earth…these glorious spangles, the sweeping of heaven’s floor.” – Thoreau What Shapes Us This law I believe applies to all things live. Can we all be glorious spangles? Perhaps not. Perhaps yes. I hope yes! Are … Continue reading What Shapes Us
Happy Spring!
The Unistar
I found a Unistar ready to be wished upon I wished for many things I won’t say how many but if tomorrow the world is at Peace we shall thank the Unistar. Melba Christie The painting is my representation of the Unistar. Make a wish if you want. It can’t hurt. Continue reading The Unistar
Color is the thing
Roots
Life’s Cycles
Life is about cycles. There is a time for everything. I try to represent this in the painting. The highlights are the moments that count, some unpredictable, some planned. I love the surprises; I welcome the challenges when life decides to spin me around. Happy cycling. We are given only a certain amount of cycles. Make them count. Melba Christie Continue reading Life’s Cycles
Poemattic Becomes Bilingual in 2016
This decision is not linked to a New Year’s resolution because I do not believe in making resolutions. The other day, coincidently at the beginning of this year, I was thinking about the fact that I am totally bilingual and that I write poems and stories in Spanish. Some pieces are direct translations but many I originally wrote in Spanish. I found a few in … Continue reading Poemattic Becomes Bilingual in 2016
On Creativity
“The creative mind plays with the objects it loves” – Carl Jung I recently visited the exhibit of Frida Kahlo at the New York Botanical Gardens. I took this picture of the desk where she painted. I imagined her sitting there looking around at her beautiful garden. I … Continue reading On Creativity
Thoughts on Poetry
“Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.” – Leonardo da Vinci “Love, the poet said, is woman’s whole existence.” – Virginia Woolf “Poetry, she thought, wasn’t written to be analyzed; … Continue reading Thoughts on Poetry
Existence
Existence Where we are by far defines our existence. But where are we really? Are we here, in the now, in the present? Or are we not in existence? Are we in our own imagination? A figment? I like to think I am inside this painting; going around in circles without a worry, the universe embracing me until I become a wave. Continue reading Existence
Crazy Dream
I read somewhere that in order to diversify your themes and topics for writing poetry or stories,you should write down the things you dream about as soon as you awake. Last night was full of pleasant dreams for the most part. I have mentioned before my dreams are usually colorful and many times surreal. My dream last night was about my mother who passed away … Continue reading Crazy Dream
