Shabbos queen. A joint project between my 2 yr old and me. 2 yr olds can make some great powerful strokes! Getting all the excess yontif energy OUT. Ready to release it to the world.
My thoughts on connecting to the Almighty this YK despite despair, and where those new connections lie. Link in bio. "Where is that feeling within me, I ponder, that whisper-thin spasm of thrill that trickles across my chest, blossoming into a ever-elongating tree, connecting me to all of history? Me to generations of love and life that poured down from the hills and valleys of all time, straight down from the rumblings at Sinai?
Where is that religion of mine, that belief of mine, that identity that pounds like an incessant, unapologetic steel drum, bellowing its poetry and prose from its core rhythmic bodily being?
Where are those texts that hold the cherished chatter from one Gadol to another, across the few but mighty millennia? Why are they not being inserted into my veins anymore? Who has removed the dependable syringe?
The words that used to drill into my heart have stalled.
Instead, the bodies that fill the aisle of the synagogue fill the air with the shmutz of duplicity and complicity and I just can’t find my seat. I just can’t find my people amongst the high heels and shallow smiles. I just don’t know how to not feel alone when a fire is burning, the world is smoldering, yet all of the piles of living flesh around me only want to look at the flowers.
All my instincts tell me to run. Get out of this foreign land. “Don’t confuse Jews with Judaism,” those not perturbed offer me as my own heels hit the ground, ready to sprint. And yet I cannot find my way to Gd without my people. Judaism is nothing without its people.
So I close my books and I walk out of shul. Because though the bodies there call themselves mine, my own body intuitively doesn’t believe them. The darkened letters have nothing to say to me there; I cannot hear them and they cannot reach me. So I go.
I go to build again." http://hevria.com/rivka/after-a-year-of-disillusionment-how-do-i-find-my-way-home/
Redistribution of Love WIP #light #color #socialism #connection #acrylicpainting #nyartist
Wow. I know I've been off when it takes me almost a month to post something I published on Hevria.
This is about the beauty of Israeli culture, because in the depths of that culture I believe there is a lesson for me in how to lead with the heart, and how to live through the heart.
It is part of my grand goals this year, starting now post Rosh Hoshana, with my feet flat on the ground and my heart connected and open, my brain waiting for insight to pour in. Wishing everyone connection, love, and true inner and outer life this year. Post is in my insta website. #shanatova #israelilife #light #love #connection
WIP ; "The Re-distribution of love" 30 x 30 acrylic on canvas #nyartist #acrylicink #thoughts #color #life
Advice to myself and other artists when they get blocked. Sometimes it is our desire for brilliance that stops us from doing the simple things to keep us in the joyful abundance of flow. #nyartist #artistlife #thoughts
So grateful for another round teaching @hevria figure drawing @luminessenceny . Every session is a new journey into the recesses of our minds, finding new elements to pick out and emphasize, learning each persons approach and interests. It's the good, hard, fun work of growth and discovery. Ty to all the brave souls who joined me
Balancing out colors. #drawing #carandache #nyartist #artistfriends