Back to our ocean home, first for a visit with the cleaner wrasse, then to feel that healing power of hot sand over paws and a rushing cool wind in the hair. Alive. We bury treasure again. We let go. We explore shells and shops and teddy bear line ups. A wonderfully tiring day with our mer-clan.
New seafaring fine art photography prints will wash ashore within a few rain showers, including some special B&W oceanscapes.
Serene summer breezes… Love, ~Amor Milagre
Note about modern influences, business, and the state of things:
Art is not dead. Maybe the appreciation of the emotional value of art is asleep. I am still here. Art is alive. Real art, soul-made. There are many artists who are alive now. Did you know? We’re here…but not everyone is technically an artist, and that’s ok. These words give me chills-content creator. What? Why? We are here though, in the trees, and we wish we could escape all these people posing in little purple glasses with Camus. But, what do you know? Are you learning anything? About our art, us, or yourselves? You pose in front of ‘art’. Date at the painting zoo, where they put high prices on artists’ struggles and leave out most of the women. But, did you even sense what lies in your backgrounds? Someone’s life. Their day. Their ideas, timeline, family, reality. What do you feel? Anything? Anything? Is anything happening for you? Art cannot be a trend. Books are not trends. Book stylists? Stop pretending. Read our books. Write your own if you feel you need to. What are you doing? Influence yourself to live your life well, quietly from your own mind. What you’re doing cannot fulfill you. It is soulless. Fake. It’s all a perpetual commercial… everywhere…everyone has become a commercial. Gross. Sad. Very sad. Useless. Unplug. Go outside and admire some leaves above you, for you are small…a small PIECE of the universe. A spec. Unique. Not the center. A part of.
This is my site, so this journal is more about updates and leaving breadcrumbs. I don’t want to contribute to this global static. Having a business now is ridiculous. But, trust me…this non-marketing is not effective or planned to be effective. I could not do a fake promotion. Not possible. Cliches are started for a reason. Artists need to be valued though. Paid. Not stolen from. It’s impossible to steal a soul anyway. Don’t even try it. Currently, there is no room for real art. Just ads…ads…ads. Fluff. Nothingness.. just pollution. Artists cannot conform to the current standards for business. We need time to reflect and translate, it’s backbreaking work. Screens are not conducive to my work, and I cannot post everywhere daily about what I don’t have time to work on. Artistic work, in order to be appreciated, also requires that those who experience it have attention spans, some level of understanding on the most basic level. Collectively, our modern world is not using advancements wisely. This is obvious. What benefits are we experiencing? What are the side effects? Everyone is sick. Our ancestors would be appalled at how unsustainable and toxic our world has so quickly become.
Don’t miss out on the art of your generation. We have it. We know it. It helps us. Leave room for it. You’d like it. You’re missing it. Art enriches life. Do you have a favourite song?
Yes, I write books and paint when I feel help-less and wish I could PING some positive fairy magic over our desperate, painful world. It’s how I cope. It’s something, but definitely not enough. Those at the source of trouble have nothing to help them cope, except their own will. I know this from surviving on nothing but hope, love, and strength. When you have nothing, you use whatever you have to comfort you. Imagination. Stories. Poetry. Songs. Meditation. What can we all do to truly help? To change what is happening? Donating is good, but I wish we could create entirely new systems and get immediate help for everyone….NOW. PING. Done. Now, enjoy life, for it IS precious. All these childhoods…what are they made of? It can’t be war. It can’t be. Let them all have magic. Magic is there. Let them have it. Love, too. The healing magic of love.
I began this oil painting last year and have been delayed by illness and weather, as it is essentially an outdoor studio space, but I will finish it this year. It’s about how tragedy befalls entire countries and all people do is visit the news with a ‘Tsk tsk’ and post a quick nod of support to…someone… to show the world they know they are supposed to ‘care’. Now, I know that this painting is also the same thing -not enough. It’s not directly helping anyone. It’s only raising awareness, but the stage that comes after the awareness needs to grow. There are not enough positive actions or changes in response to this ongoing timeless monstrous global violence. Awareness is not enough. This may be why this initial ‘peaceful protest’ idea sits and waits to be finished. The rubble needs definition. Faces need you to feel…empathy. But, what can we each do in the meantime…while the paint dries? Many things. Many….positive actions. Wake up. Acknowledge it. Feel the violence…it is disgusting. Be proactive and preventative and healing. Take back our power to help build UP our world. This is where everyone can participate. There is an ART to being helpful. An art to living peacefully. In this way, everyone can be an artist. Be a help-ist, a help-er, a positive verb who contributes goodness. Everyone needs help. So help yourself. Don’t create more problems to solve. Help others. Rebuild communities. Vote ‘no’ to terrible people who disintegrate goodness and existence. Insist on positive change. Stop supporting villains. Do something good that lasts and grows. It can be….so many different things. Plant a garden. Invite people in. Talk. Plan. Change.
Share love. Clarity is there. Awaken. Prevent pollution and disasters. Heal.
Stay vigilant to preserve peace.
Love, ~Amor Milagre
Tonight’s story is about a portrait photographer. I’ll write it, with tea. Our homeschool photography lessons have reconvened, flooded with location lists. Photography is magic. A great love, here. We love doing family portraits, but haven’t done many. Too busy for fun? *Oh, come, let’s do some… Sometimes, we make short videos into silent films, B&W. It’s a cute, hilarious result to save and rewatch…with popcorn. Oh, how we age and grow. I love laugh lines…crinkle it up!
Cameras are eyes are memories are songs are feathers are tins of papers, with curled edges and splotches of inks of laughter, from that day when we sat on that rock and ate PB sandwiches…
*A gentle reminder: After you listen to your own idea, and you want to share it, you may need to remind those around you to… “Shh…listen…I want to tell you something.” (Sometimes, like with dreams, everyone gets too excited and wants to be in on it…the idea…but by pushing yours down into the mud, to be louder, to be heard. Sillies…why? Just listen. Shh…listen. This idea includes you. Listen to ideas…to gold..to silver…gelatin…to you.
“Now, I’ll listen to you. You were saying something lovely about…?”
Remember to remember. Love, ~Amor Milagre
P.S. Free idea…really great one…super possible…good-women’s-healthcare. Let’s do it! Yesterday…please. All the world is in a trance. Despite this designer’s sadness that long ago the fashion industry somehow trapped themselves on top of an old record…spinning on that loop…and the people all drag around in toxic lycra and fleece undergarments…it is imperative that the weary medical world re-awaken, perhaps for the first time. Work to help, not to widen the gap. We know you’re tired, but there needs to be a new wave to help you…down to the receptionists. Every role makes a huge difference. Make it positive. Make it work. Help. Women and children need help. Research anything. Help. Work.
Music of the Moment: The Calm Before, Matt Elliott
My sweet Darlings, sense how easily our love has grown. Love, ~ Amor Milagre
Nature is the magic of our world…inspiring romance, poetry, connection, and smiles. Grow love.
SHOP my Growing Collection of Flowers- New Additions Soon
Music of the Moment: My cosy adorable husband reading me to sleep… 11+ Sweets
When one book of characters packs up and travels to the printer’s, patient tales then perk up and peek at their faces and trees appearing on new deckled-edge papers on my desk, here in the library at Rose Cottage.
“That’s not what I look like! I’m a brunette…and I would never wear that! I’m from twenty years before that style,” they remind me.
“Ah, yes…right. Sorry. My hair colour has changed since we bumped into each other that day.”
So bossy, but…correct. “I’ll look it up.” They wear me out…
For many years now, I’ve been constantly scribbling down stories, day and night. There are too many to release separately, so several volumes will release as quickly as I can compile them together in the shuffling groups as they were born. It’s only fair…
Empowering, meandering stories, belonging to my endless Self-Health Novelette book series, will begin to release in the years nearest you now.
I love writing them, then painting them up…but typing? No! Anything but typing…so this will take a bit.
Not everyone will be displayed, as many of my characters are described in soulful adjectives, allowing the listener to imagine. I sit and paint with music, my darling husband reading to us…
If I can snag him, he’ll narrate some of my novels and children’s books in future. At least, I want his voice for roles that he inspired. After I release the newly illustrated Leona’s Homecoming, I’ll rerecord those four first books. Some of these watercolours will be available as fine art prints and stationery as well. Oh, so many joys to enjoy!
Music of the Moment: The flipping of new-old books from library sales and borrowings.
