|Posted by Rosie Huart on December 13, 2011 at 6:00 AM||comments (0)|
Do you know how beautiful you are?
Saints bowing in the Mountains
Do you know how beautiful you are?
I think not, my dear.
For as you talk of God,
I see great parades with wildly colorful bands
Streaming from your mind and heart,
Carrying wonderful and secret messages
To every corner of this world.
I see saints bowing in the mountains
Hundreds of miles away
To the wonder of sounds
That break into light
From your most common words.
Speak to me of your mother,
Your cousins and your friends.
Tell me of squirrels and birds you know.
Awaken your legion of nightingales—
Let them soar wild and free in the sky.
And begin to sing to God.
Let’s all begin to sing to God!
Do you know how beautiful you are?
I think not, my dear,
Could set you upon a Stage
And worship you forever!
|Posted by Rosie Huart on July 26, 2011 at 6:50 AM||comments (0)|
In September a Poetry Corner will be set up at Town & Country Fine Art Center. The space will be conducive for anyone to stop in, sit a spell, read, write and listen. There will be poetry books and a journal titled River of Words where one can write their own words and the next person who comes along can add a thread to the previous writer's words. The thought is that words can be uplifting and possibly an inspiration to those who need to be heartened along their journey.
|Posted by Rosie Huart on January 7, 2011 at 8:37 AM||comments (1)|
I came across this video below and feel compelled to put it on my blog. It is so resonance of the spirit within so many artists. I hope you enjoy the words and images. Jan Phillips is the author and you can view her website at janphillips.com. At our gallery's art talk tonight I introduced the video to a very enthusiastic group. Phillips is also the author of several books.
|Posted by Rosie Huart on December 13, 2010 at 11:03 PM||comments (0)|
A few months ago I lost a very dear friend. He was shot and killed by his stepfather. I wrote a poem honoring him and trying to put some closure on his life that came to such a violent ending.
I digitally printed the poem and collaged it onto a painting. A few months ago it was accepted in
an art exhibition. I decided then I would give it to his mother. I was able to that.
The poem is titled I Think—You, Therefore, You Are.
I paid you homage today.
I went to the garden and found you
in the diamond dew on the wispy fern.
in the sunlight.
I caught you
with butterflies and
doing somersaults in the air.
Throughout the yard
I saw you shimmer.
Even my hand
had your sparkle on it.
I smelled you
in the fragrance surrounding me.
I invited you
into the silence.
I heard you
call my name in the murmur of the crickets and birds.
Therefore, you are.
|Posted by Rosie Huart on November 1, 2010 at 7:40 AM||comments (0)|
Believed to be the baptistery at St. John Basilica
Remains of what was considered a library
Ancient Mosaics inside Basilica
Greek Symbol of IXOYE meaning "Jesus Christ, God's Son, Savior."
You can make out the letters I X O Y E.
Some of the ruins
Ruins of St. John Basilica
Ruins at Basilica Entrance
Tomb of St. John in Ephesus
A Turkey Welcome
Reads "The House of Mary" It is believed that Mary lived the latter days of her life
in this Muslim Shrine.
There were several olive trees surrounding Mary's house.
And Monica, my daughter, entering Mary's house.
|Posted by Rosie Huart on October 25, 2010 at 7:58 AM||comments (0)|
Viewing Doges Palace from the top deck lounge of Royal Caribbean Cruise Ship.
Viewing Venice while Leaving Port
View Leaving Venice
Draw bridge entrance to the inside town of Dubrovnik
Little alley cafe
St. Francis of Assisi Church
I bought a couple of his CD's....a very pleasant and personable young man.
I'd like to be sitting on this little porch right now.
Where Stacey, Trish, Monica and I enjoyed lunch.
I love texture.
Trish taking a photo.
IHS is the Christogram for the Greek spelling of Jesus.
Hanging Dolls from a Window
Last Glimpse Leaving Dubrovnik
Daughter Monica and Me
Monday Morning Wash
Drinking coffee and watching morning sunrise from ship
|Posted by Rosie Huart on October 24, 2010 at 1:29 PM||comments (0)|
A sweet garden behind our hotel in Venice.
A wall in the garden that inspires me to do an abstract painting.
Any garden that has bamboo is a good garden.
Ground covering in the garden area. Inspiration for a
mandala painting possibly.
A quiet Sunday morning close to our hotel.
This door passage was in the garden area also. I'm intrigue with doors both open and closed.
Me standing in front of our hotel.
|Posted by Rosie Huart on May 5, 2010 at 8:43 AM||comments (0)|
Connecting Art & Spirit
an art workshop and retreat
Maria Stein Spiritual Center
Maria Stein, Ohio
April 30-May 2, 2010
The theme of grace was the weekend's creativity practice as we explored
the creative expression of grace through visual art. Participants each had a blank
book in which to incorporate text and images. The Book of Grace is a derivative
of the Book of Hours. I directed the participants through meditation, reflection,
creative writing, painting and sharing. It truly was a weekend filled with grace.
As a result, next year's connecting art and spirituality retreat is in the making.
Book of Hours
I made a copy of this book for each participant. It is a
reminder of the hours in a day and a time to offer silent prayers.
Permission was granted for printing by www.gratefulness.org.
An example in the Book of Hours is Vigils: The Night Watch—
before the day's noises begin, when it is still perfectly quiet. "In the stillness
before my day begins, I open my heart to the gift of this hour; gratefully
I listen to the silence."
The prayers in the Book of Hours are:
Vigils: The Night Watch
Lauds: Coming of the Light
Prime: A Deliberate Beginning
Terce: The Joy of Living
Sext: Commitment and Fervor
None: The Shadows Lengthen
Vespers: Lighting the Lamps
Compline: Completing the Circle
|Posted by Rosie Huart on March 13, 2010 at 10:18 PM||comments (0)|
Opening Prayer for Art Workshop
March 13, 2010
Earlham College Richmond, Indiana
It does not have to be forever, just right now.
One step upon the sky's soft skirt would be enough.
And I realize that I am enough.
Desire and fear drop out from the equation.
Just one true moment of Love will last for days.
Rest all your elaborate plans and tactics for knowing God, for they are all just frozen spring buds far.....so far from Summer's Divine Gold.
Be kind to your sleeping heart. Take it out into the vast fields of Light and let it breathe.
And I am left...
Left in peace.
Left in joy..
Left in love.
Left to be nothing more or less than what I am.
Awake awhile. (Hafiz)
|Posted by Rosie Huart on March 8, 2010 at 3:55 PM||comments (0)|
“I believe art is foremost for the artist who creates it. You do it for your soul, and if the rest of the world gets something from it, that's a bonus.” Marion Boddy-Evans
The above piece was selected for the cover of "Presence Journal," a publication for Spiritual Directors International. It will be released September, 2010. It is titled "An Unfinished Life." It was a piece I did in memory of a friend who died while in his youth. The poem I wrote and read at his eulogy.