Miriam Moore art work and essays

how easy was that?

2012-01-06T11:50:00.000-08:00

I like the new blogger sign in.

Today I was able to make an good comparison in art class. Maddy will never talk up. I will never hit a baseball and run! It isn't going to happen.

that's it. I came to that, and with a wry smile, she agreed. We stayed as a group for a minute. we saw funny and odd ragdoll, or loose limbed teenager strolling, to underwater star fish type. So fast, so free. Fast is pastel, soft pastel. Lay a loose creamy light then wrap it in color again.

We start the day now in a relaxed manner, facing each other kindly and listening for a minute, and seeing the effect of the drawings on our feelings. Light, windy, flowy, yarny yarnball all discombobulated. lumpy, floatie. kicking , posing all manly. funny staggering one, wrapping coming loose around the head...

Just wow to the art students for that!

2011-10-13T15:57:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I really see the dog, hear the bird, know the plant well enough to share it with my saute and broth. I want a hovering art easel to accommodate me. I go in, and Popcorn is bushy tailed, and bright eyes looking at me to say, "Walkies!!!" I go out to the front yard, bring in the trash. She trots to upstreet, snif. She quietly trots across street, pushes her nose into the green green grass of the neighbor, sooner or later, I look up for where the bird must perch as it poops all over the big trash lid, and see no nest. Clever little bird is to my left up there, looking like a bole. I check the mail, Popcorn trots to the front near the door, and we go in.

I pull out the fresh broccoli. Ginger, onion, lemongrass, basil, mint from the garden. Stir fry tonight, Thai basil soup tomorrow. Thaw a chicken.

if you've seen one monster, you've seen them all!!

2011-10-05T03:00:00.000-07:00

a possum story

2011-10-05T02:51:00.000-07:00

when I was a young child, I was human, and this was the world I loved

2011-10-02T10:38:00.000-07:00

we paint white on the wall to begin. A smooth slightly gritty surface.

2011-07-24T12:05:00.000-07:00

Recently, in some cultures is it dangerous and unwelcome to be a female. Women have been smart enough to take care of each other, but in some cultures, I have heard it from a czech man, he will scream at the woman, "I am Lord! I am Lord!" Wielding a dick is what I call it, trying to hold my face under the surface because I suppose his father held down his.
Were those the witch hunts? Women sharing wisdom hunted down and killed for thinking for themselves, maintaining their own livelihood. If it's one thing I've learned from manstory. Taking over is simple and quick. Staying over takes more time and more persistence. If you can wield your dick, you can stay on top. and it will mean so much.

As it happens, I got to step outside the confines of the Jew-Jesu storyline and see a whole other strand of respect. The show and tell of a people who began with respect, were flooded and shook out of their probably Adriatic seaside home, and decided to walk East until they came to the Great Turtle Island, and they settled near where my ancestors also walked and water walked to and it was only at the Circle School that I was introduced to their way of many wisdoms. In their history, there is not one leader who put a woman's face anywhere by force screaming, " I am Lord! I am Lord!"
In this long telling, none of that happens. Children have many many people to care for them, see them, hear them, who act in their best interest. Their actual best interest is the way of respect, communication, living and learning the way of a whole people who had learned a way of many wisdoms.

I see myself living this life and a burden of guilt has no place in it. Fear and protection are not the central running narrative. Enslavement and intimidation doesn't even enter into it. The balance of trade is every person has their basic needs met and it is actually unthinkable for one person to to have so much more for one's own when others are starving. The way they got there and stayed there is through this fascinating series of Learning Stories where the listener learns the wisdom as they listen. In our culture, none of this is taught. We prefer fear and guilt and it all started somewhere, and continues as we watch TV, go to church and school and just be an American.

No matter how big I am, I still need my own voice to speak for myself. Only I get to talk for me, and only one of me exists. I don't defend the rights of property above the rights of the people.

In Our Jew-Jesu world, the banker, the money piler make fictional selves by say so. The lawyer, and the police and the jailer all get paid to say, Yes Sir, and pistol whip disagreeers. They can take away all our rights and privileges for saying anything about them they don't like. This was the culture of the Protestant and Catholic refugees who came to this land, it is the world their histories and learning stories support. When you listen to their history, you listen to a lot of intimidation, violence, greed and mayhem. They are the orcs teaching their children orc ways.
The other strand of Tellings is not history, it is all the people's story, not just his. Children learn to be wise, women lead and learn, men use their strength to lead from behind, as wisdom often does. They develop the system of the governed to send those who govern to govern, and be to directly accountable to the governed. This is the world the people living here lived when our refugee ancestors came here. We can see how this world was taught and loved by them to each other when we listen to the learning stories in the Walking People again and again.

Now, how do I paint that on a cave wall?

Johnny Lee Miller in Emma, showed me Mr. Knightley's joy of showing the world to an unspoiled, good hearted girl.

2011-07-03T09:25:00.000-07:00

I think that's an interesting final coda. His eyes flash hers toward the sea: don't really sparkle at me. Look at the world.

What would happent to international politics and community health if we didn't get to punish someone else unless they could punish us?

2011-07-02T17:29:00.000-07:00

What if a desperate child could go to Social Services for help, and not get their family in trouble or punished, guaranteed? And what if the help given the child were the help they asked for and were advised with before choosing ?

If no one had the right to punish control or make fearful another person? Think of the end of politics of fear.

Cave paintings are the ultimate cartoon artists sensual immersion

2011-06-12T08:45:00.000-07:00

Whether they were speaking for the things we see with eyes closed or eyes open, cave painters drew animals that looked as if they were moving. They stood naturally, integrated into the cave wall. Coming at us from the space the wall occupied. This was how the wall melted away into a long stretch of snowy lands and great walls of ice. The Great Beasts stood before us. We examined in our minds further what standing in such a place means. What challenges must we meet to eat and survive in the far North?

Our decisions are not made for us. We have had the good luck to be of a people who values individual learning above everything. Our great minds then speak to us. Any of us who want to listen. No one stands at a gate turning away anyone who wants to listen, and also to speak in their turn. We have learned to not talk endlessly and stupidly to each other.

I believe politically in the USA this very day we have a President who listens and speaks for as many people at any one time as he can. I think this is the opportunity for us to learn to listen to each other, and to not allow bullies to take over the conversation. I think once someone is identified as a bully, he ought to be introduced as such.

The policies of the previous Bush were those of the angry, righteous patriarchal parent. This voice spoke loudly and hit a lot of people with very big sticks our poor and silenced youth were paid very little to carry and wield. It hurts their feelings today. If a narcissistic egotist ever gained a conscience, a long time would be spent actually facing the feelings of those they and stifled and regaled. If we listen to ourselves and see how we create a certain enabling in the people we were being asked to influence? Would we want to be that other person? Is it only when we ourselves are crushed and pinned down, nearly crushed, that we are able to see what someone else is doing is affecting us so hard it is nearly killing us?

Then it is we try to save ourselves. That is when we try to get away. And where do we go to? That is the time of growing up. Going from place to place, person to person, gathering experiences and decisions. What can we make bearable? We have to find the peaceful place in our necks. We can't go through life holding onto our heads with bands of steel. Life can be very scary, but we must escape what we cannot bear. A kind culture is like a kind neighborhood, family, church group. It is lead by those who do not wish to grab, rip, and distort us into their personal victim and worst enemy. We don't feel bullied and controlled. We are allowed to act without fear of punishment. We will also be corrected, in the kindest way possible. We may be asked to stop and look around us without changing anything outside ourselves. We will not be grabbed when no one is looking. We will not be stuffed in a room and locked away and made to exist without being able to be outside, have change, choose our way. These are the inalienable rights we inhereted from the Iroquoise Confederacy, aka American Constitution. The parts that got left out now need to be put back in. The Geneva Convention needs to apply to school children in the USA.

I wanted it to be true, that my mind could control my circumstances

2011-05-02T17:41:00.000-07:00

I wanted to hypnotize the world. I wanted what I wanted so powerfully, reality would have to rearrange itself to suit me. I called it faith. I called it unshakeable faith. It was endless stupidity.

I wanted to believe love was irrational, surprising, and would choose me because I was out looking for it in all the places shows showed me to look in. The love boat. The good bar. I dressed up and went out and went in. I knew alcohol made me stupid only after I was sure it had relaxed me enough to make me witty. I was laughing with drunkards in a mutually supporting way: all supporting cast for each others dreamboats.
An unsuitable man is anyone you meet at any of these places. Love is not stupid. It's rational, or it's not love. Don't go outside your comfort zone to dive lower. You will bite chum, and be swallowed by the shark.

Friends don't bully each other. Friends don't demand or manipulate. A friend can listen and laugh at herself. She can be angry sometimes, but she gets over it and doesn't hurt you getting there. If she does, she learns to stop, and apologizes.
I couldn't visualize cartilage into my articular skeletal interfaces. I couldn't make myself famous by seeing and hearing the applause. I couldn't trick other people into doing what I wanted by believing I'm right about it. I've stopped showing them them the way to go. I have been a lying liar who has been lied to. I have learned to be lied to and to believe in lies and to choose to lie to protect myself, to have a laugh, to ease my path. I have seen the form and believed it was the meaning. It is the matter. And I have learned to live with it.
If I have learned one thing, it is to not demand my way. I can manage my comfort, support a little honesty and kindness. I can learn to draw and paint the things I see and what I feel about what I think. I can swim, and cook a little. I can keep my house clean. I can drink beer and watch movies. I have enjoyed camping and being outdoors and relaxed. I do not try to like someone I don't like. I listen to my emotions and stay away from them. I try to hold the line when I decide it has to be drawn.

This may be a report about my recent growing up. I am 50. It is time.

Morgan Moore, Antonia Richardson, Pearle Brewery Farmer's Market

2011-04-04T10:21:00.000-07:00

sit and paint what is in front of you

2011-04-04T10:13:00.000-07:00

I get tired and stay home. I sit in my big living room and draw with watercolor. Keep it fresh.

I watch Julia Child in black and white and she is part of our frontier of everything good and womanly!!

2011-03-18T20:14:00.000-07:00

I watched Julie and Julia and Meryl Streep is devastatingly charming and funny and quick and warm and just enough on the wing. I had to see the other Julia, the original, and I think Meryl saw deeply into her self. Those moments when Julia is on camera, deciding where to put the pots, the strainer, wiping the counter, squeezing out potato water in the corner of an impeccably clean towel. She is still a real, young, truly great American woman. Wow. Anthem. Did you see Juli and Julia?

I bought a small watercolor spiral.

2011-03-17T16:53:00.000-07:00

visual journal

What's your story? the cover asks. I'm not resisting. This is a small magical book. I will have it. Now I sit in command central and paint the view from it. Next seat? Nearby.

those were boring. no people! This bird's better I think.

2011-03-17T16:46:00.000-07:00

I've finished off all my marginal watercolor paper. Now I'm painting on new paper. The surface is as expected. I am free to paint as much as I want, make every bold mistake I can. I'm trying to feel my way on paper with paint, transparent water paint. It is a bold move. I know I could be earning more, and I say thank goodness for a bold decision to take time to think my own thoughts, and they are becoming more 3-D than ever.

watercolors of Our Lady of Sorrows Catholic Church on St. Mary's St.

2011-01-25T15:17:00.000-08:00

pop up watercolor paintings with the techniques I learned from Carol Barton's book Pop Up Vol 2

2010-12-15T09:42:00.001-08:00

pop up watercolors

click on the picture to see more.

At the Coppini Academy of Fine Arts

2010-02-02T13:44:00.000-08:00

I'm wildly pleased at my ability here to get the reflected light on the back of her arm.

pastels of kina painted at Raquel Beechner's class at University of Incarnate Word

2009-11-13T09:12:00.000-08:00

Raquel teaches us to understand and simplify the folds of cloth; kina's dress was a bias slinky thing, I've unfortunately drawn it like a bedsheet. The learning never ends.

Retama Park is where I have been learning to paint horses. I love to visit during morning workout.

2009-10-26T09:52:00.000-07:00

It is a fabulous challenge ot draw as fast as a horse can run. And still get the forms right. I see my forms aren't perfect, but do you think they express the mobility of the horses?Some of the horses are racing, puffing as they go, and some are walking the horses back to the gate, riders chatting with each other about this and that.

There is one fellow on a horse who is first on and last off the track. He wears a walkie talkie, and is hooked up with security. I call him the horse master. Do you know his title?

Morgan fixing her shoe

2009-10-22T10:48:00.000-07:00

Morgan posing for a portrait class.

2009-09-05T09:08:00.000-07:00

the artists are drawing morgan

2009-07-10T11:14:00.000-07:00

morgan models for a portrait class; i draw the artists drawing her.