Skydancer's Threads

My life is measured not in what I do, or who I am, but the lives and souls that I have touched.

True, you can put a nude woman anywhere. But you are not putting my work into context. It is Naturian, not nude in nature, not glamor, nothing more than a natural woman, dancing and being herself, no direction, nothing except her own expression of joy and freedom, self confidence and awareness.
But, that's ok. We all have different views. I get very very tired of the slick, plastic expressions of women, cookie cutter images that never represent the woman, but only an illusion that man has decided woman should present.

Accept a wing, to sit beneath, to move the rain away, a warm breast to dry yourself, and a gentle wish for better days.

I am sorry you are sad. I hope it changes soon, and you find reason to lay again in the sun, and find the bird song glad.

not a matter of better or worse, but the expression, that is what is important I think... the willingness to throw it out there and thus bring fertility to the world.

That would be funny. a fairy being flipped naked from a flower, all akimpo, sprawling through the air..... HA.. must make notes...

I work with a number of more mature goddesses, no big deal, beauty, like fine cognac matures into subtle and incredible flavors and essences. A photograph is a moment in time, a soul in flesh is a history, a memory, and the experiences of a life. The art of my heart, is the bringing of those souls into the clothing of the flesh, not to hide or cover, but to celebrate and exhalt.

Souls connected in the weave of all things, are the only family that truly expresses the potential and the sacred in the universe.

Hot. Very hot... it was 97 in the trailer yesterday and while not quite so hot today is still a bit elevated. I have to figure out how to get the air moving through here. After a lot of looking and trying to figure it all out, I will have a cafe press store up over the weekend. Hopefully it will provide some means of getting my work out there and money back into my accounts.
I am hoping that everyone is doing well, and that the silence is an indication of the journey and not problems. But Sage prayers for everyone, and the hopes of improving the connections and community for support of the earth, the souls of all friends, loves, and family, and finding ways to live in spirit, and journey in the weave of beauty.

I did manage to open the Midsummer Fairy Gallery by the deadline, you are welcome to browse. Somehow, these will be available to purchase, though what I thought I had arranged has fallen through, so I will have to find other ways to pay my bills, and support my art.
Midsummer's Night Fairy Gallery

What does one do with a washing machine that does not quite wash clothes.... help it along I guess. Not something in my ability to replace. Today most everything in the house gets a wash... midsummer cleaning.... Bit of an odd space though not one I am unfamiliar with. Disconnected, confused, a little lost, wondering what spirit has in mind. Major changes in my relationships, but little understanding of what those changes actually are. I wonder why, we artists, that communicate so well in our music, our writings, and our art, cannot seem to communicate with each other. sigh....

Anyway. I suppose I am now looking again for an artist rep, an assistant and a companion. Not necessarily in combination. It remains to be seen how much I will lose of my life in this realignment, I can only wait and see.

Blessings and joy, and live the fat green summer full, for winter comes, and our lives will be only memories, so get out there and make some... smile.

I am not much of one for "ism's" but this one I have decided is appropriate for today. "Hotter than a pig's bottom in a barbecue pit" © Marion Z. Skydancer 2003 - which is about how it feels right now. Hopefully it will rain soon and cool things down a bit....

The places of our art, like wildflowers in the hills, we do not control, though we might wish them in our gardens. The seeds of our creations, if we are truly blessed, will spread upon the winds, beyond, and out of our souls, into the sometims fertile, sometimes, barren, but always changing weave of the world. We think we choose, but we do not. It is best to simply create, to scream our visions into being, and let them go. They will find where they need to be, and to struggle against that, is like strugging against the flow of the sea. Ultimately futile, and only wastes our energies. The art tells you where it needs to be, and one venue teaches us patience, another tolerance, while another touches us with the joy of bringing to the eye, or the ear, the sorrow buried in a heart, that locked, destroys them, but our art, our gift, to grant them a key, a vision they cannot express, but through our doorway, can find healing. Or sometimes the inner beast is unleashed, but that is for them, not for us. For us, we make the keys, record the visions, unleash the magick, and simply let it flow.

Midnight, Full Moon. Hmmm. Clock rolls over, microwave goes "ding". Ah, coffee, oatmeal, and fairy dust. I am finding that Elfwood is a most interesting place, and has a few that have no qualms about running around naked as along as they get their wings... chuckle... Seriously though, Elfwood is a delightful place for the fantasy or sci fi artist or writer, there is a lot of commmunity interaction, it does not cost, though contributions are welcomed, and there is quite an expansive community of creative insanity there. Please feel welcome to browse over for a look see. I am still waiting for my own gallery to make it through the approval process, but when it is, I will include a link to it.
Elfwood

Uh OH. Found a large assortment of black and white film I had forgotten about. I started digging because Thea had shot a roll of Tri-X and we had sent it out, had it disappear, then much much later, appear in my mail box, still unprocessed. I knew I had some chemistry around somewhere. Though it was at least ummm 5 or 6 years old. I am sure it was in the airstream when we moved up here. But... it still works. I finally found all the apparatus and chemistry at the same time. Amazing. So I tried a roll of the Ilford I had shot. Absolutely no idea what roll has who on it. Big surprize...chuckle... and I have to find some measures for the chemistry, and some storage bottles of some sort. And I have to figure out a wash set up, what I have at the moment is not really acceptable. Plus I have to figure out someway to capture the rinse water, I refuse to waste it just dumping it down the drain.
the good thing though, is I was relatively successful. I am going to have to relearn my skills at processing and getting a properly dense negative, but there were images on the film... chuckle.. that is certainly a good beginning. Now if I can just get the film a bit denser, and the specks off.... argh... oh well. I tis good to have black and white ghosts dancing naked around the place in the middle of the night again.

HAPPY Full MOON go dance naked under the light of the Goddess, and express the joy and the abandonment of your mundane, stress filled masks, and bare your body and soul to the touch of the night. Drums are optional... grin.

Blessings to us all.

There are souls I know, that dance their journey, live their art, and know that their journey is not the journey of man. Jillian is one of them.

Jillian's music at MP3.com

The past little while has been a stress out, the intense moon influence, along with a time of determination where patterns for the future journey are being decided and to some extent set is jarring things down to the bone. I have to remember that such times between the worlds are not a testing, but a time of enlightenment. It gets really quite depressing, but by moving into acceptance, I realise that it is not worse than ever, it is only that spirit is opening our sensitivity to what is always there, and the life of a medicine carrier is never going to be "normal", that the weave of man's illusions is just that, an illusion, and that there are underlying patterns to the weave, that if only we can see them, or better, simply allow ourselves to become them, they will provide all that we need, and guide our journeys as they must be.

I find myself facing a wall, and it feels like it is surrounding and encompassing me. Which is painful, and filled with fear, for I know the touch of cold iron on a fairy heart, the innocent soul bound in chains and burned by man's repression and denial. But, I must remember, that I am that wall, and in that acceptance, that understanding that I myself, bind and limit myself, and separate myself from the weave of spirit, then is coyote's illusion banished, and my life, destroyed, emerges from the chaos with fresh creative power, and opens to the nourishment of leaf and stream, of mountain and stone, of all the brothers and sisters of the many clans that surround me in bird song, in snake wisdom, in crow magic, and raven's vision. Eagle dances with my spirit, and I rise to touch the Great Powers, I sweep low to rest in the quiet waters filled with whale song, and I find my strength, and my soul, right there where I left them, just behind me, waiting for me to catch up.

A special hug to a special friend for reminding me, I believe she will understand her gift.

A fairy Goddess, found in a garden. Actually from last fall, but I hope to find a few in my gardens again this year. I am making a special effort to attract a few, they make the garden so much more esthetic and productive, (SMILE)

Photo by Marion Z. Skydancer. © Chaos Dragonfly Publishing

LUNCH.... chuckle... it is going to be a freak of a day, I can tell. My best friend is getting married. I knew that, but since she announced it, I will too! It is just that kind of mood. My crashed computer is finally working again, though slow when I push the envelope with some of the new Astara goddess works I am doing, but seems to be functioning better since I reinstalled Win 98 SE and scrapped Win ME. Though I do miss the Spider Solitare.

Silandara is getting Married, see her Blog for details.. she has an interesting Blog anyway, being a rare and beautiful soul, not to mention female singer/songwriter, gorgeous female, and talented writer.

Silandara's Blog

I also applied and was accepted to an online art site, that is bloody enormous, and has some incredible talent, that should keep me on my toes, sheesh. I am waiting for my gallery to go public, then I will put a link in here somewhere. I really should figure out how to do this in a frame so that I can put some links permanently on the side like Silandara does. Handy. But I have not been able to twist my mind into frames yet.

Very soon now, there will be a shopping cart where you can buy my art as photocards, thanks to the support and patronage of StarPony Productions, they are representing me, and handling the business stuff that I am so very bad at. You can visit them at:

StarPony Productions

Now, let's see, where was I, oh yes... LUNCH!

It is my nature to dance the weave as Grandmother spider spins, and all the worlds are at my feet, I only have to walk the strand, and the web will lead me to wonders unguessed, and journeys unexpected.

After totally crashing my computer, actually both of them, I think I have a stable system now. Anyway, a Trillium from the Bertram Trail, not far from my place.

Photo by Marion Z. Skydancer. © Chaos Dragonfly Publishing