Category: Life

Being an Artist & Small Altars

Being an Artist & Small Altars

by nikebottalico

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I love making just about anything.  My favorite item is to make small art.  I do paint large pictures but at this time I feel lead to work in smaller pieces, more focused in the image and what I am attempting to say with the art.

I keep a small altar in my own room… Virginia Woolf  (You cannot find peace by avoiding life.  Virginia Woolf) is an author whose life and death has always spoken to me… to keep a room of ones own… I love small things, romantic things and ritual..   This quote by Ms. Woolf also speaks mightly to me  “Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

I need my own space, I keep my room sacred and have places to be still and quiet!   I am an introvert so I need quiet.

The piece I am showcasing here is Saint Therese of Lisieux “The Little Flower.”  I hope you enjoy viewing the piece. I has many beautiful features, pearls, crosses, a crown, rhinestones, what I call bling tape (!) paint, collaged pieces of paper, and words, peace and dream.  It is something I wish for everyone, peace and dream, or really Dream Peace, for yourself and the entire Earth…

I do have it for sale on my Etsy site

https://www.etsy.com/listing/210866371/saint-theresa-collage-altar-dream-peace?ref=shop_home_active_4

Much love & peace

nike

reminiscing……

reminiscing……

by nikebottalico

 

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I went to a meeting yesterday considering a place on a panel of other artists, it was quite educational and enjoyable.   I plan on volunteering to jury other artists applying to sell their wares at the 23rd Street Artists‘ Market, in Austin, TX.  The Market has been around since the 1970s. It has much historical and artistic value to the citizens, and local artists.  I am thrilled to be a part of this!  More soon

love

nike / musing silence

 

Read my work & see some art in the stolen poem Autumn/Spring 2012

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Drops of Jupiter by Train

by nikebottalico

 

“Drops Of Jupiter”

 

Now that she’s back in the atmosphere

With drops of Jupiter in her hair,

hey, hey, hey

She acts like summer and walks like rain

Reminds me that there’s a time to change,

hey, hey, hey

Since the return from her stay on the moon

She listens like spring and she talks like June,

hey, hey, heyHey, hey, hey

 

But tell me, did you sail across the sun?

Did you make it to the Milky Way

to see the lights all faded

And that heaven is overrated?

 

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star–

One without a permanent scar?

And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?

 

Now that she’s back from that soul vacation

Tracing her way through the constellation,

hey, hey, hey (mmm)

She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo

Reminds me that there’s room to grow,

hey, hey, hey (yeah)

 

Now that she’s back in the atmosphere

I’m afraid that she might think of me as plain ol’ Jane

Told a story about a man who was too afraid to fly

so he never leave land

 

But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet?

Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day

And head back to the Milky Way?

And tell me, did Venus blow your mind?

Was it everything you wanted to find?

And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?

 

Can you imagine no love,

pride,

deep-fried chicken?

Your best friend always sticking up for you

even when I know you’re wrong

Can you imagine no first dance,

freeze dried romance,

five-hour phone conversation?

The best soy latte that you ever had and me

 

But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet?

Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day

And head back toward the Milky Way?

 

And tell me, did you sail across the sun?

Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded

And that heaven is overrated?

 

And tell me, did you fall for a shooting star,

One without a permanent scar?

And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself?

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

 

And did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day?

Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na

And did you fall for a shooting star, fall for a shooting star?

Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na

And now you’re lonely looking for yourself out there.

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Kabbalah

by nikebottalico

Kabbalah is a set of esoteric teachings meant to explain the relationship between an unchanging, eternal, and mysterious Ein Sof (no end) and the mortal and finite universe (God’s creation). While it is heavily used by some denominations, it is not a religious denomination in itself. It forms the foundations of mystical religious interpretation. Kabbalah seeks to define the nature of the universe and the human being, the nature and purpose of existence, and various other ontological questions. It also presents methods to aid understanding of these concepts and thereby attain spiritual realisation.

From Wiki

waves scarlet

waves scarlet

by nikebottalico

 

I saw her waving for the last time. Her eyes almost purple. Waving to say hello and goodbye all at the same time. The flags rippled in the wind. I thought of the cat at home saying goodbye too.  The dishes were left undone. The scarf on my neck was too tight. My stomach ached a bit. The building was tall casting shade down resembling the night she and I met.  What friends. What loss. New beginnings.  What will Paris be like for her. Painting the colors of the city.  Fountains.  Leaves.  Streets with stones that whisper names of old. I will miss it all. I will paint it, write it bleed it out veins scarlet.

n.e. bottalico