Skydancer's Threads

Tucked within the quiet caverns of the mother's feathers, the egg awaits its becoming.
© 2006 Marion Z. Skydancer

Normally images do not really reach that deep for me. Working with them, is like the familarity of being a nude photographer or living in a nudist colony, the interactions move deeper, beyond the surface and the skin, the light, the color, all just become another layer of clothing we get used to. Music moves me, it is the emotional element of my existance. But now and then, even through the many layers of vision there is a music, a visual music, that trancends and penetrates the soul and instead of visual tremors, I hear with my eyes the sharp chaos and harmony of the spirit that reaches out of the image, and the music of the silent, screams in my eye. I hear the silent dance you sing in your images, your body the instrument of your soul to reach out and vibrate the strings of the watchers hearts and flesh.

There is around each corner, an unseen world, one which we have yet to discover. If we do not take that journey, then those worlds will never be a part of our experiences, and our memories will be all the poorer for the loss.
© 2006 Marion Z. Skydancer

Just a bit of silliness from a photosession for my stock library.

Just remember my friends, in truth, it is not what we create, nor the talent or skill we may express. It is the journey within ourselves, which in our art we express, that makes us artists. I know many very skilled and technically excellent craftspeople that have not the least artistic drop in their souls. Sadly many people mistake them for artists. I also know folk that are technically completely inferior and unskilled. And their art makes me weep with the passion of their souls, which pours from them into their art. I would not exchange a gallery full of expensive, popular, highly prized fancy framed fluff and vapor for one single scribble from one of those spirit filled children of the gods.

spirits bless,
Marion

Been a bit between updates, just have not been really up to posting. However.. out in the garden today, harvesting my first ever potatoe harvest. My room mate brought me some small golden organic potatoes from the Co Op she works at, and since a few of them were a bit green, and trying to sprout, I chopped them up into seed and planted them back in June. I am actually quite pleased, considering what I started with, I have a very nice pile of lovely potatoes.

Modesty is the Dance of the Elegant Nude...

It is not what we create, but the journey of our souls that make us artists. The work is, in the end, just a marker we leave along the way, that others may perhaps, in some small way, touch the emotions of the fleeting footsteps we make in the ever changing sands along the shores of the ocean of time.
© 2005 Marion Z. Skydancer