Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Never enough

how we can fall into the trap of thinking we never have enough. Enough of what? really is it all that important? I have rethought my values on what it is that I want..vs what I need. What could be endowed upon me and that which i need to always be grateful for. I prefer life this way. No more never enough. Life is too short. Doing the next right thing makes life a better place. If i am thinking that i dont have enough of this or that object...i know I am doing something wrong. I am not giving enough of my love my energy and my gratitude for life to those around me. OF this i can say one may find just enough of everything by giving one's whole being to others.

Friday, July 31, 2009

Night Night

night , why are you my muse?
its so quiet. no one calls, there is no chance of anyone calling. everyone in need is asleep. and oh what a relief. To stay awake, in this peace....so calm. Night, stores are closed, no shopping , no need, no groceries already ate...no sun no motion....night.
the world opens up the sky is dark and i have no need what so ever ...its time to sleep at the correct time. its time to swim as the sun sets , like an vacation moment form years ago while the sun sets and the lights go on in the pool....no one there, no expectations...from me nor from anyone else. its just night. everyone both sides of the world. asleep. i think i will stay up a little longer.
did i answer my question
did you answer my question>?
i dont know.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

economy and art

i ve been sending portfolios out like a mad woman, its good. BUT i was just talking to a friend.
She has this incredibly product for the market , and there is chance they are going under.
I went there early this morning, she realized that i m a tad sad, bummed whatever you want to call it.
every thing i am doing is right, but perhaps the fact that I am an unknown makes me a bad investment at this time.
Perhaps the galleries are thinking we want to stick with that which we already knows sells. why venture in new areas at this time of economical crisis.

So i am not so sure but i feel like i might understand things more
it costs a lot of money to send out these portfolios.
i have all south California on my august send out list.
i'm getting the gutt feeling that i just shouldnt send em all out.
then i say well nothing ventured nothing gained.
Ive done NYC MIAMI San Fran, now la san diego, and all smaller towns which are still hot spots.
so, yes no i dont know
I feel really fucked.
not fucked up just like fucked over.
i know that when things like this happen, stand stills, its just time to let go. When there is nothing I can do, when things are literally out of my hands. just go do something else.
I am so bummed Im not even creating. thats always not a good feeling ...i just dont want to. so i dont
oh well did i set unrealistic reasoning to all of my positive efforts?
just thought id reach out with thoughts.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

ghost town - great movie

remember to not get stuck in my shit, and the path to freedom is helping others all the time. Ego free, end the mind shattering chatter, and just wake up in the morning remembering the core of love.

love hate relationship with and ear

i really hate my cell phone. The whole idea that is. its a nice phone by standards of material objects. But OH how i wish i could smash it to bits with some really hard core factory safe proof boots. And if it wasn't for the "safety" it gives : like being in the wrong place at the wrong time , on the road break downs what not could happen that phone is there to save your life or someone else, and the fact that my family is basically next to 911 emergency, i would smash it to smithereens ....i hate it!
oh
pls i do not wish to be ungrateful. I really dont even answer it unless its my family, and even then well i'm getting better at that one. ;)
oh dio mio
mio dio

how can i allow an object annoy me this much.
texting, the web online blaa blaa, i have even begun to hate my ipod. potential dependency on objects
I think this is what erks the living shit out of me.

I'm in productive mode. I should be grateful? i dont know this answer. Do they enhance my life, or am I just keeping up with society...survival of the fittest again all over again.
* note 2000 poem "Survival of the Fittest"
read it at the opening of the poetry events i organized in fort wayne ...

"jane get me off this crazy thiiiinnnnggggg"

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Lost and found linda ronzoni c.2009 july

do you not care when one falters....?
do you care to see one rise?
do you care when the sun sets?
Or when a weeping willow cries.
Letting go of a world that conveys a message of reality
to viewers like you
To you, to me
Do you see his life when he composes
to you hear his message when he sings
Do you know what she conveys
when she decided to say it all with paint?

love leading all
love leading lost
love leading found

love
un-love
up and down.
Let them go
one by one
care when there is hesitation?
Fore go in all
from loud to silent screams in
agony and ecstasy
falter fame
less joy be sorrow
til sorrow be joy
to the end.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

"your better off with out them"

have you ever found power in moments when "friends" are not there for you?
have you ever found power in moments when "friends" become devious or when you realize their true intent has not been sincere nor moral?

Its true the phrase.

And the best part for me is when this happens its HUGE relief happens, contrary to the thought that one could be discouraged!!! Its as though it is encouraging....for example, I realize carrying them in my life was like carrying loads of dead weight on my back in my heart and in my life. And when the moment of truth finally comes to light, instantly i feel FREE!

Most definitively then, its so easy to walk on, walk away with out them, having no desire what so ever, no malicious feelings toward them but to move fast and close that door and continue on with gratitude for one's own integrity and live in the vastness of life without them. Instantaneously poof they've disintegrated from my thoughts.
I can only say thank you God for the courage and sincerity on my part.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

prayer of gratitude

"Heavenly Father, today I release all of my cares and anxieties on You. I trust that my breakthrough is coming. I choose to press in and stand strong. I believe Your Word, and I believe that You will reward me as I diligently seek after You. In Jesus’ Name. Amen."

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Of distance on earth and lengths away from past relationships

First off, Its night, later than usual, but i seem to be able to write again. This is good. And completely off the subject of which I would like to express I have a question, Why is every web site on this damn internet blue! i hate this blue everywhere,google, myspace, facebook, blogger, i need a warmer color. That noted i move on.

It seems i have 2 new years in my annual living. One starts a little before my birthday, then boom I know i ve hit another beginning on my Birthday so Yes This is one new year. Then March. Always March. Seems to be when things kick into action. I need to focus more next time around this up coming birthday, I plan to document the issues, projects and project goals and progress b4 my birthday and what ever it may be see what it is saying to me. there is a pattern It is loud and clear to me, but i fancy to define this seemingly mystic pattern that I seem to have stumbled upon. Mostly to help my clarity for better ability to avoid more problems I put myself in. To better listen to Gods voice and Gods will for me so I can have most productive years.
That brings me to stubborn personality character flaw. I have learned so much of this defect in my personality and as soon as I see it I am more than happy to change and let it go, and ask forgiveness to those who may have been in the line of fire.And I have done so gratefully.
Aside now from others in the line of fire, the one at the end of the receiving end is me.And I see it, mostly because I am forced to. Its a personal experience. And oh how God is a corker and so strong , and i am thankful to be listening...because whatever it is if it is not right I literally get whack astrally onto my ass to put in bluntly. Ive learned in these times to really pay attention to my surroundings and reasons for my way not being the way, and what comes into my life or out of my life that was truly meant to be.I find it interesting but its a pattern I am tired of and I really don't want to live out that circle again. that's the good thing , learn and access and move on wiser. ( hopefully ) There is good news to all of it.
An undeniably reliable God. God brins together that which is meant to be together and casts out that which no matter how much I want it there, that which does not belong. Therein lays my lesson of letting go of stubbornness. And living my life as it is meant to be.



Now all these things aside...Since my birthday I have not been able to express myself in visual imagery, poetic form nor fiction. It has stupefied me to be so solid. not sure if that's the best word. It feels like it. And im ok with it.
I have a list of imagery I want to work on. But like I said that inner voice is telling me to hold off for now. So I am. No need to explain and honestly don't think i can nor is it necessary to explain. See that's just it! Solid. And the great thing is I look forward to see what comes out when it is time. I have my hopes. The dimensions of the brain, the creative process, mastering of medium, and now settling in to comfort of patience.
waiting for my whole being to tell me, "Now" and I will as I always have obeyed and created.
I celebrate these days....as much as I do my successful days of image creating.

This is all new to me, so I'm tracking the story as it goes.

Absolute Salutations
Linda
peace

To Ms. Jana Szabo I know you are still out there , dont know where but this is for you.....tenderly , linda ronzoni ,.

salute to you!!!!I dont know if you remember this song in your room with your keyboard, one o those nights in Seattle, but i always will :) I definitely didn't understand much at the time long road ecc well there is a hero in all of us. Amen. Always remembering your foresight and encouragement with gratitude and due salutations! Cheers to you babe!


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Mi piace che non qualcuno captio questa

quando solo. Dopo amore
quando amore morte ma ricorda la sentimente.
E dificile.
l'amore e morte ,non e malo, e la vita. Non posso continuare piu insieme
Ma ricordo tutti parole. Tutti sogno che noi habbiamo.Noi parlare de marito. Lui era vieni qua , Ma lui ha detta a suo famiglia de mi, ed suo famiglia dicanno che se lui va con mi, lui non ha una famigila mai. Stronzo ed dopo lui lecchia mi con suo emoznione. ma tanti tempo quadno io voglio lecchia lui per finito lui ha detta non lecchia mi. perche tu fa cosi a mi. ehh bello non e lo stesso mai. Non e lo stesso. Tu lecchia mi prima con tuo dispozione. Ma sempre sempre ricordo Tutti tutti bella con lui, passato. Tu non dici la verita? tu sai che tu e arabica ed muslumo, ed possa marita una virgina. baaaa che amore questa! magari. Va vongulo tuo famiglia ed tuo sceita. tutti fare per una reasone. bo. Dimi che ti voi mia figli dimi che ti voi mi marito, dimi che tu sta con mi anche se io va al afghanastan...tutti mondo blaaa . lui viva uno sogno. Non era justo per mi.
E lo verita che la familgia de lui non mi vogliano. E questa e perche lui lecchia con emozione.
O e lui uno stronzo? ehh?
no lo so ed non posso capito perche io lecchia lui.
Soltante mi conosce e non posso fare piu.
e finito. Sono tirste ma che posso fa? non voglio essere con lui de a ora, voglio lo huomo che io conosce la prima mese.
a cuolo amore qualche tempo.
ma grazie per la momentito de amore.
:(
Adesso sono pensare de la buono regalo de amore e ferma. Era buono. Grazie Dio.

( lo so l'italiano de io non e bene. presto esso sero meglio. da mi tempo pf)

Mi manchi amore. aspetto meglio amore con speranza. Ciao Hedi

beer and ideas meadows and mountains

one night of being really extroverted to many complete strangers .
Not so sure how i feel.

one and a half beer, crowed nook open minded to talk . So we all talked.
blaa blaa blaaa
Just throwing ideas out and seeing responses.listener to their tid bits of info, jokes haha. Generally nice people. I'm already forgotten,which is fine not looking to beat down doors at all. For me it was a learning experience.
Funny really.
not my game.
Many encounters. Fun to meet people and see where or who they are in their lives but a bar?
No thank you.
Its just not me.
But the gathering of reactions was adequate.Not to underestimate their lives at all. Turned out to be more of an odd experience for me.
Is it because they are American? nope cant blame it on that.

I ve worked to long , come too far to backtrack.
Not so sure what I'm saying , just saying.
now, onward and upward always.

Meadows and Mountains.

I see the vast meadow. So peaceful. I am in it.
Its so big!

But is it possible to climb a mountain at the same time?

not so sure about that.

I dont really think its a mountain. Not all challenges are mountains to climb.
I think I'm good.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

in the meadow

Im pushing all my limits and seeing there is more to the meadow than I realized.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

look out the storm is rolling in!

jumpin bowls of seafood gumbo its tropical season here in Florida wooo, blazing sun and monsoon thunderstormy pouring rains :)

Friday, June 5, 2009

Chopin piano concerto one op 11 , though critics at the time were not pleased , i can only say to me it is wonderful, & comies to me like Spring

The entire concerto must be heard as a whole...with complete relaxed state of mind to hear his voice in this piece. Enjoy!!http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0hCXcQ0j5R8

hello bloggers

i love how in life we close doors and many times without our desire for it, many doors close. I like to express myself at all phases of these moments. the last blog i was with out. It was a hard hit, three major major changes happened to me. Old habits old behavior had to go for all. And wow, just holding on in the surrealistic process of change and being peaceful about it, letting go of all and watching new life unfold is amazing. The pay back for change and growth and letting go when its time, is so wonderful. Ciao a tutti !!

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

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Friday, May 15, 2009

Not one

no color no line no pen no ink,no canvas no crayon,no music no song, no fossil , no tools, no book, no treasure, no paper no glass, no clay, no place , never when, not even thinking that possibly then, always not, no memory worth remembering, no future in mind, on hold no vision in the no zone of no life. Not a one thing.

Monday, May 4, 2009

"writing the words of a sermon while no one will hear, no one comes near"



FREEDOM OF THE SOUL!

Sunday, April 19, 2009

hello

wow , funny thing. Drama is ridiculous. Funny how people in America can possibly allow in our lives. We have freedom. We can leave a situation at anytime. Job unhealthy, leave. man unhealthy relationship leave, woman unhealthy relationship. We have the freedom to do anything here. Freedom of thought for one, and we can think the right thoughts to get us up and out or in to the world we want to live in. beginning with these thoughts, we create our dreams and America gives us the opportunity to go all the way with it. Even Italy is 3rd world when it comes to allowing people to be all they want to be, you have to know someone to get a fucking job even if you have a phd. and its justa fact that there's no luck for the immigrant.

THIS FACT IS BACK ASS_WARDS~!
FUck that!!
I think I am officially stating with awareness of these and more inevitable freedoms i have been born into and are at my disposal, I am a born again American!

Monday, April 13, 2009

no oops

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Sunday, March 8, 2009

The Beginning of this Abstract Expressionist "me"Picture this: Linda Ronzoni 2009

I Feel.

i was 18 1988 in college...i have the sketch book somewhere...doodling through classes....
I'll never forget this line because in it engraved in my soul
It just came out with one of my curvilinear drawing i use to pride my self on back then,
Imagine, a very quiet intimidated young girl, who decided to try to go to art school having never drawn or painted in life.
But yearned to she could explode she had to.

Lost in my own world.

And then the words "ya but, I feel." doodling to myself. And staring off in to the abyss.

Yea but ,

I feel.

years later

Yea

but

I feel


And NOW Yes I am.

YES I FEEL!

AnD Yes let me show you just what these feelings can say,
in this complete infinite language with out using words.AS and Figurative Abstract Expressionist..... Amen.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

its no wonder

its no wonder i am single Everyone is sooo boring!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOD HELP ME PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz snore snore zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Saturday, February 21, 2009

across the universe

Friday, February 20, 2009

work relations

Artist Statement:

Creating body expressions of Movement to inspire or facilitate Movement in the life of my Viewers.
Objective:

Interactive experience brings perspectives to my artistic manner through time. Exploration both within the psyche and excursions to other cities and countries fulfills actual physical movements and desired movements. Inspiring increased perspectives needed for imagery.
I am an artist in the world today. I believe the artistic creations of today are contributions to the revolutions our century and new Millennium's society, and culture.
I willingly allow to express as response-ability for the study of
our lives today and our history. Mostly to connect and convey the magical movements and language only visual art can speak.

Exhibits:

Wuthering Heights

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Perfectionist

Perfectionist: a person who will not accept or be content with ANYTHING less than perfection.

damn I am a bitch to myself . Sorry whilst i hurt anyone in these times. But mostly its all a reflection on myself. that being said, here and now. ....and now to the next step.

Monday, February 16, 2009

"BODY LANGUAGE" Linda Ronzoni 2008


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"TOUCH" linda ronzoni 3/09


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Sunday, February 15, 2009

congenital creating and drinking chamomile tea~ Back again Linda Ronzoni

I have pushed and i have released
I have completed what I set out to do 3 years ago.
I decided i needed to travel. Absorb things out of the ordinary of my life, and to push myself into adaptation or what not.
Starting in November of 2007 I have traveled with over night stays from one night to 2 1/2 weeks to 1 1 /2 months, depending on the city. I have been to in no order, Miami, New Orleans, San Francisco Ca, Rome Italy Bologna, Italy , Queens NY and Manhattan NY. I'd say I exercised that notion to travel quite well. Most of the time I was keeping in touch with this blog,and one heavily written leather journal that has been by my every step as I go. Also , creating images everywhere. The Juxtaposed positions i found myself in to create that which i have created in the last 2 years. I have felt that i have been in a constant transformation. I knew in 2006 i hit gold in my process by discovering how much i love oil pastels. I dabbled into chalk and color felt inks, preferring oil pastels as my media

i can say i literally put my whole conscious subconscious self, my entire body , mind, soul and spirit in out through up down naked dressed invisible walking running sitting staring and loving into it all. To everyone and everything I encountered. Some results are joyful, some painful.-places faces , ancient, new, family, friends and strangers. All exuberance and all exultation and all sedation.
I have now let go.
I have come out full and ripe.
My imagery in the last 2 years has been defining itself. As I defined my self and my surroundings.
My instabilities and security.
I am happy to come back to this blog and fill in.
Time away from the old web sites traveling on new ones. Leaving t some completely, and now returning to this one without conclusions,"not saying anything just saying", just experience and more images.
The completion of Mother and Child. The Completion of a new series TOUCH, and one of the last year called Body Language.The Body language one was a multitude of images, i have chosen out of the many only 7..all of these I may post soon, and not to say , oh wow i am so great but just to show as expression of a language that does not consist of words. I may not however. This is just enough for me right now.

These images, all which could not have been accomplished with out these outer explorations and inner explorations.

Now i go.
Its still me, Choosing a whole lot more and a whole lot less.

Blogs for Artists, interesting. A process dictated online.
Interesting~ possibly...

Sunday, January 11, 2009

last blog entry

My cousin Dear Nick has been a trouper , reading my blog.... he must have been really bored.
well this is the last entry.
Happy to say I have found better things to do with my life.
Love you Nick.
see you soon!!
and thank you to whom it may concern if this blog was ever any like dislike interest disinterest help or no help....God Bless.
Linda A Ronzoni 2009

Monday, November 24, 2008

Seasonal Allergies

finally i hear David Bowie and Bing Crosby's THE DRUMMER BOY"
IT is one of my absolute favorite song Christmas...i like this version

I have met too many people who do not like Christmas, 2 and that is enough.
ITs the best time of year!!!!
I am glad I have a great family to love and want to be with for Christmas
s.
I realize its not the case for too many people
Its about love.
Its a time to feel it from NOvember through January, and if you are like me, wish for it in July. Meaning i love the feeling of peace and This Special time of year that people stop thinking of themselves and think of others wishing them blessings in full mode and people act on giving for the needy more than ever. WE think of CHrist and how much he loves us, and we rejoice to his birth....


I love the song, O Holy NIght...and I do not think you have ever heard the perfect version unless you have heard it sung by Celine Dion.

Roman Mythology- "THE RAPE OF THE VESTAL VIRGIN"


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Saturday, November 22, 2008

"While you were busy"

While You Were Busy~ Linda A Ronzoni c.10/08



While you are busy,
1,000,000,000 Butterflies blasted out of my heart and fluttered
all around my face and
sky fly
While you are busy
I saw three suns set at the same time.
While you are busy
I sailed the ocean three times
While you are busy
I climbed mountain upon mountain floor to peak
and down again
While you are busy
I walked and skipped through fields of flowers
While you are busy
I showered in a waterfall,
naked
While you were busy,
I met the hero with a thoughsand faces
While you were busy, it rained hard by the oceanfront and I watched the raging waves
and they sotrmed the ever fading sand.
While you were busy,
I had a tea party and Alice was my guest.
While you were busy,
I birthed two times
While you were busy cherry tress blossomed in the winter.
While you were busy levitation seems more possible now
while you were busy
I made three thousand dresses every one different
and I hung them on the flag poles all over countries and country sides

While you are busy i drew pictures with
1,000,000,000 faces
1,000,000,000 places
1,000,000,000 movements

All of this and more
This is where I am

Friday, November 21, 2008

ahhh

got that out of my system.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

something i have needed to say to many people so here it is for you

Fuck you just flat you fuck you. and start fucking yourself instead of fucking me over. ok?

Saturday, November 15, 2008

what the eyes see and the mind knows and the heart feels

I have learned
how can you begin to love
when in this beginning you already do not trust
how can you begin to love
when you jealous easily
the clue and the point of which
I know it is not worth the effort the time and the company
it is my gut telling me
something is wrong.
because I have met the type , the type, whom I already trust
from the moment Il lay eyes on him.
So with this I know inside
time will give the tide.
and in the while
i say good bye
while I
STRINGI I DENTI E TIRA DIRITTO!

Thursday, November 13, 2008

one spirit

took me awhile to realize amidst the hurricane of differences and forces of change that we are all one spirit. I now this...but i had to apply it to exist.
This tme Rome was difficult as I have said before.
but when life is difficult the brain is forced to change evolve.
no matter how much crying and feelings of falling off a cliff can bring there is always a point where the mind and body and soul are forced into a new realm of awareness.
so i am .

I have only two images from my time in iTaly. The first day...I ventured to The pantheon, one place I always go. so of course I went.
i sat and immediately drew.
it is position/gesture of the female figure I do often, but i think the strokes and colors always say a different message , even if the image is similar to others.

exulting

so I am up its 5 am and I am going to look for the second image to finish it.

then I think i am ready to move into more work.
ok the end.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

life in Rome and understanding the wrath in the Roman mythology

I have been in Italy for two weeks...therefore i am up at 3 am no because it would be 9 or so there.
We went to Rome. My family is there. ( i am Roman and Neapolitan)
My father was born and raised in Rome and so I have all my relatives there...and my mother was born in NY but her mother and father and siblings are all born in Italy near Naples.

This journey in Rome was so intense for me. I have been there 5 times...but this time i absorbed such intensity i could not even explain. I can however attempt to and know I will create 2 images of importance to me. They will be of Roman Mythology and in my mythology section..but i need time to regroup and come back to the time zone of here...also the processing..and energy to execute the images...I so hope to express the truth of what I my experiences in italy and the knowledge of these two mythological moments into the creations.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

discovery

The red and white clock
Tick Tock
7 am
Roman time

The red and white clock
Tick Tock
The melody of ache in my heart….

The tick tock
Of my life.


Time moves a heart settles not
Time continues to tick tick tock
And movement of the mind
Walking on in the mind
Must move on

Rome touches my skin
Roman air
Roman blood
Italian kisses
And an Italian love
Once took my hand caressed my face and fiercely
Made love to me all day and night long

Breakfast is served , I don’t eat biscuits

Air continues through my lungs
Sleep hovers over me my eyes heavy all day long

The paradox of ancient wisdom in modern times their minds live in both
Modern and miniscule mental and physical molding all in one

Never enter with expectations
Falling down from so high of a delusion
Can be quite painful
Falling down from many high dreams played out in ones head
Can be quite painful.

Ham and cheese
Baby please—
You left me this way

Today another day

Onward I plan to stay.
But as the sun arises
Some humming mellow lull drum in my numbness
Bangles inward and time keeps talking
Until soon I am gone

Out of this continent
Back across the ocean
To a world I thought I hated
And now I must just keep moving on.

Learn
Learning
Learned
Something new
Every sad day of my life.

Sad days full of tranquility anxiety mellowing moods and simple joys.
Trying to not control my life
Trying to be one who pleases the Lord
Trying to accept what is not for me
And timidly walking away
Away
Away
Form all of thee.


Violently Anger God over Rome
Thundering clouds lightening bolt kills
Innocent child but when its time tick tock
It is time
And the story of one’s life is over.

As simple as that
Thus why
No time to spare
Sorrow despair
But feeling is important
Though it takes up on
The hours in the day
The tick tock seconds in each hour
Moment before the tock
Moment for the tick
Moment
non moment rapid day
Rapid waters
Rapid movement until its all just a memory
And a new journey has begun.

Roma may very well just not be home for me.

The Epic poetry
Of Rome today
And me.
November 6 2008….

Thursday, October 16, 2008

"grey eyes" Linda A Ronozni october 2008

Eyes open to a Grey sky shining,
Velvet sort touches on the faces and noses and love
Beyond a dream
The reality of hand to hand

But Grey opens the door to another world…
A room with strings and balloons and bows
As I wonder where I will be.
How this will take on
One moment filled with moments of regret
One moment of breath to fill the lungs for a lifetime

New Suns arising, differences between night and day now
Is it true the difference between May to December?
But on the piano keys play
The feet will walk on and on.
New Suns arising.

Sunday, October 12, 2008


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Thursday, October 2, 2008

if this doesn't make you smile,
you don't have to cry ~ Soundgarden
I am something of nothing in particular.
~ The Smiths

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

An illuminated manuscript is a manuscript in which the text is supplemented by the addition of decoration, such as decorated initials, borders and miniature illustrations. In the strictest definition of the term, an illuminated manuscript only refers to manuscripts decorated with gold or silver. However, in both common usage and modern scholarship, the term is now used to refer to any decorated or illustrated manuscript from the Western or Islamic traditions. Comparable Far Eastern works are always described as painted, as often are Islamic and Mesoamerican works.

The earliest surviving substantive illuminated manuscripts are from the period AD 400 to 600 (also in the gothic period), primarily produced in Ireland, Constantinople and Italy. The significance of these works lies not only in their inherent art history value, but in the maintenance of a link of literacy offered by non-illuminated texts as well. Had it not been for the monastic scribes of Late Antiquity, the entire literature of Greece and Rome would have perished; as it was, the patterns of textual survivals were shaped by their usefulness to the severely constricted literate group of Christians. The very existence of illuminated manuscripts as a way of giving stature and commemoration to ancient documents may have been largely responsible for their preservation in an era when barbarian hordes had overrun continental Europe and ruling classes were no longer literate.

The majority of surviving manuscripts are from the Middle Ages, although many illuminated manuscripts survive from the 15th century Renaissance, along with a very limited number from Late Antiquity. The majority of these manuscripts are of a religious nature. However, especially from the 13th century onward, an increasing number of secular texts were illuminated. Most illuminated manuscripts were created as codices, which had superseded scrolls; some isolated single sheets survive. A very few illuminated manuscript fragments survive on papyrus. Most medieval manuscripts, illuminated or not, were written on parchment (most commonly of calf, sheep, or goat skin), but most manuscripts important enough to illuminate were written on the best quality of parchment, called vellum, traditionally made of unsplit calf skin, though high quality parchment from other skins was also called parchment.

Beginning in the late Middle Ages manuscripts began to be produced on paper.[1] Very early printed books were sometimes produced with spaces left for rubrics and miniatures, or were given illuminated initials, or decorations in the margin, but the introduction of printing rapidly led to the decline of illumination. Illuminated manuscripts continued to be produced in the early 16th century, but in much smaller numbers, mostly for the very wealthy.
The decoration of this page from a French Book of Hours, ca.1400, includes a miniature, initials and borders
The decoration of this page from a French Book of Hours, ca.1400, includes a miniature, initials and borders

Illuminated manuscripts are the most common item to survive from the Middle Ages.[citation needed] They are also the best surviving specimens of medieval painting, and the best preserved. Indeed, for many areas and time periods, they are the only surviving examples of painting.

For a list of illuminated manuscripts see list of illuminated manuscripts.
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* 1 History
* 2 Techniques
o 2.1 Text
o 2.2 Classifications
o 2.3 Images
o 2.4 Paints
* 3 Gallery
* 4 See also
* 5 References
* 6 External links
o 6.1 Images (mostly)
o 6.2 Resources
o 6.3 Modern

[edit] History

Main article: History of miniature (illuminated manuscript)

[edit] Techniques

Illumination was a complex and frequently costly process. It was usually reserved for special books: an altar Bible, for example. Wealthy people often had richly illuminated "books of hours" made, which set down prayers appropriate for various times in the liturgical day.

In the early Middle Ages, most books were produced in monasteries, whether for their own use, for presentation, or for a commission. However, commercial scriptoria grew up in large cities, especially Paris, and in Italy and the Netherlands, and by the late fourteenth century there was a significant industry producing manuscripts, including agents who would take long-distance commissions, with details of the heraldry of the buyer and the saints of personal interest to him (for the calendar of a Book of hours). By the end of the period, many of the painters were women, perhaps especially in Paris.

[edit] Text

In the making of an illuminated manuscript, the text was usually written first. Sheets of parchment or vellum, animal hides specially prepared for writing, were cut down to the appropriate size. After the general layout of the page was planned (e.g., initial capital, borders), the page was lightly ruled with a pointed stick, and the scribe went to work with ink-pot and either sharpened quill feather or reed pen.

The script depended on local customs and tastes. The sturdy Roman letters of the early Middle Ages gradually gave way to scripts such as Uncial and half-Uncial, especially in the British Isles, where distinctive scripts such as insular majuscule and insular minuscule developed. Stocky, richly textured blackletter was first seen around the 13th century and was particularly popular in the later Middle Ages. Palaeography is the study of historical handwritten scripts, and codicology the related study of other physical aspects of manuscript codexes.

[edit] Classifications

Art historians classify illuminated manuscripts into their historic periods and types, including (but not limited to): Late Antique, Insular, Carolingian manuscripts, Ottonian manuscripts, Romanesque manuscripts, Gothic manuscripts, and Renaissance manuscripts. There are a few examples from later periods. The type of book that was most often heavily and richly illuminated, sometimes known as a "display-book", varied between periods. In the first millennium these were most likely to be Gospel Books. The Romanesque period saw the creation of many huge illuminated complete Bibles - one in Sweden requires three librarians to lift it. Many Psalters were also heavily illuminated in both this and the Gothic period. Finally, the Book of Hours, very commonly the personal devotional book of a wealthy layperson, was often richly illuminated in the Gothic period. Other books, both liturgical and not, continued to be illuminated at all periods. The Byzantine world also continued to produce manuscripts in its own style, versions of which spread to other Orthodox and Eastern Christian areas. See Medieval art for other regions, periods and types.

The Gothic period, which generally saw an increase in production, also saw more secular works such as chronicles and works of literature illuminated. Wealthy people began to build up personal libraries; Philip the Bold, Duke of Burgundy, who probably had the largest personal library of his time in the mid-15th century, is estimated to have had about 600 illuminated manuscripts, whilst a number of his friends and relations had several dozen.

[edit] Images
A 13th century manuscript illumination, the earliest known depiction of Thomas Becket's assassination
A 13th century manuscript illumination, the earliest known depiction of Thomas Becket's assassination

When the text was complete, the illustrator set to work. Complex designs were planned out beforehand, probably on wax tablets, the sketch pad of the era. The design was then traced or drawn onto the vellum (possibly with the aid of pinpricks or other markings, as in the case of the Lindisfarne Gospels). Many incomplete manuscripts survive from most periods, giving us a good idea of working methods.

At all times, most manuscripts did not have images in them. In the early Middle Ages, manuscripts tend to either be display books with very full illumination, or manuscripts for study with at most a few decorated initials. By the Romanesque period many more manuscripts had decorated or historiated initials, and manuscripts essentially for study often contained some images, often not in colour. This trend intensified in the Gothic period, when most manuscripts had at least decorative flourishes in places, and a much larger proportion had images of some sort. Display books of the Gothic period in particular had very elaborate decorated borders of foliate patterns, often with small drolleries. A Gothic page might contain several areas and types of decoration: a miniature in a frame, a historiated initial beginning a passage of text, and a border with drolleries. Often different artists worked on the different parts of the decoration.

[edit] Paints

The medieval artist's palette was surprisingly broad:
Colour Source(s)
Red Mercury(II) sulfide (HgS), often called cinnabar or vermilion, in its natural mineral form or synthesized; "red lead" or minium (Pb3O4); insect-based colours such as cochineal ,kermes and lac; rust (iron oxide, Fe2O3) or iron oxide-rich earth compounds
Yellow Plant-based colours, such as Weld, turmeric or saffron; yellow earth colours (ochre); orpiment (arsenic sulfide, As2S3)
Green Plant-based compounds such as buckthorn berries; copper compounds such as verdigris and malachite
Blue Ultramarine (made from the rock lapis lazuli); azurite; smalt; plant-based substances such as woad, indigo, and folium or turnsole
White Lead white (also called "flake white", basic lead carbonate (PbCO3)); chalk
Black Carbon, from sources such as lampblack, charcoal, or burnt bones or ivory; sepia; iron and gall
Gold Gold, in leaf form (hammered extremely thin) or powdered and bound in gum arabic or egg (called "shell gold")
Silver Silver, either silver leaf or powdered, as with gold; tin leaf

[edit] Gallery

An illuminated capital letter P in a Bible of A.D. 1407, Malmesbury Abbey, Wiltshire, England


The illuminated letter P in the Malmesbury Bible. The script is blackletter, also known as Gothic script


Armenian manuscript of 1053. Work of Johannes.


Armenian manuscript of 1337, done by Avag in Sultania / Tabriz.

A monk-cellarer tasting wine from a barrel while filling a jug. From Li Livres dou Santé by Aldobrandino of Siena (France, late 13th century).


The Book of Dimma, an 8th century Irish pocket Gospel Book.


Saint Bernard of Clairvaux, in a medieval illuminated manuscript.


Jewish Illuminated manuscript of the Haggadah for Passover (fourteenth century).

[edit] See also

* List of illuminated manuscripts
* Manuscript culture
* List of Hiberno-Saxon illustrated manuscripts
* Gospel Book
* English Apocalypse Manuscripts
* Armenian Illuminated manuscripts
* History of the book
* Preservation of Illuminated Manuscripts
* Anastasia (flourished c 1400, Paris) was a French illuminator of manuscripts.

[edit] References

1. ^ The untypically early 11th century Missal of Silos is from Spain, near to Muslim paper-mills in Al-Andaluz. Textual manuscripts on paper become increasingly common, but the more expensive parchment was mostly used for illuminated manuscripts until the end of the period.

[edit] External links

[edit] Images (mostly)

* Medieval Illuminated Manuscipts DigitizExternal links

[edit] Images (mostly)

* Medieval Illuminated Manuscipts Digitized illuminated manuscripts from the Dutch Royal Library
* Project from Cambridge University - coloured numbers are links to good images from various collections; good for finding images of specific subjects quickly
* Illuminated Manuscripts in the J. Paul Getty Museum - Los Angeles
* Illuminating the Manuscript Leaves Digitized illuminated manuscripts from the University of Louisville Libraries

[edit] Resources
Wikimedia Commons has media related to:
Illuminated manuscripts

* British Library, catalogue of illuminated manuscripts
* Collection of illuminated manuscripts. From the Koninklijke Bibliotheek and Museum Meermanno-Westreenianum in The Hague.
* On-line demonstration of the production of an illuminated manuscript from the Fitzwilliam, Cambridge
* On-line demonstration of the production of an illuminated manuscript from the BNF, Paris. Text in French, but mostly visual.
* Ross, Nancy, Resources for English Illuminated Manuscripts.
* British Library, Glossary of Manuscript Terms, adapted from Michelle Brown, Understanding Illuminated Manuscripts: A Guide to Technical Terms (1994), ISBN 0-89236-217-0
* Herbert, J. A. (1911), Illuminated Manuscripts, online book.
* Illuminated Manuscripts',Book by John W. Bradley, from Project Gutenberg
* CORSAIR. Thousands of digital images from the Morgan Library's renowned collection of medieval and Renaissance manuscripts
* "Illuminated Manuscripts". Catholic Encyclopedia. (1913). New York: Robert Appleton Company.

[edit] Modern

* The Saint John's Bible: an illuminated Bible project
* Ellen Frank Illumination Arts Foundation: the art of illumination

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Monday, September 29, 2008

ANY FURTHER IMPLICATIONS

to wander on
in no lost areas
found in a hole
an alley without walls
a picture with out a face
a movement without words
a story not told
tragedy
comedy
structure and relief
no
one
involved and everyone once knew
its no big deal
now
and ever more
no more whispers
no language unspoken
loud and laugh
and lion's lounging at my feet
eagles souring in a purple sky
snakes rolling out of my throat
talking taking in and devouring any injustice
and truth is told
Like a staff thrown down to prove the existence of God.
NO greater love than the Love of the Father.

Sorry you do not feel the same
What a loss.

Diamonds
Ruby
Gold
and Stars

sounding cymbals
chants
trance

flight
.

power of the belly dancer
to the eyes of the beholder.

trading in my ruby slippers and golden tickets
for the dance.

Miracles before majic
and a solid stone to stand on.

keep watching the female figure as she dances i your eyes
in your soul
feel her move
will you move with her as she dances every twitch

Come
and go

further on.

Friday, September 26, 2008

i can see more clearly

the new apartment.
the new city
the time in Rome at the end of october
no more feelings toward any man what so ever
very good.
so free.
so learned no needing
what a long time that took.
ahhhh
i feel really really good.
Time for me!

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Wednesday, September 24, 2008

I just received this comment , I realize its true endless imagination

Your Imagination is endless
I admire this piece a lot
it inspires me to get back to detailed drawings.

really wonderful

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

While you are busy

While you are busy,
1,000,000,000 Butterflies blasted out of my heart and fluttered
all around my face and
sky fly
While you are busy
I saw three suns set at the same time.
While you are busy
I sailed the ocean three times
While you are busy
I climbed mountain upon mountain floor to peak
and down again
While you are busy
I walked and skipped through fields of flowers
While you are busy
I showered in a waterfall,
naked
While you were busy,
I met the hero with a thoughsand faces
While you were busy, it rained hard by the oceanfront and I watched the raging waves
and they sotrmed the ever fading sand.
While you were busy,
I had a tea party and Alice was my guest.
While you were busy,
I birthed two times
While you were busy cherry tress blossomed in the winter.
While you were busy levitation seems more possible now
while you were busy
I made three thousand dresses every one different
and I hung them on the flag poles all over countries and country sides

While you are busy i drew pictures with
1,000,000,000 faces
1,000,000,000 places
1,000,000,000 movements

All of this and more
This is where I am

Saturday, September 20, 2008


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explain to me

the distance .
the desire to be close
connections
too far away in mind and spirit.
body never touch
it would be too absurd to grab life and just do it.
Preferential distance.
lollipop kisses, lush red lips all to care for a good time
mais le siriuex no no no
sometimes life is bothersome. a friend to life the spirits...to talk process?
ridiculous
And I can not wait to be so busy i care no more for any of them.
already in that place
realizing its just their face..and the rest is a lie.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

ABUNDANCE~ COPYRIGHT OCTOBER 2007~some selections from the book of poetry, by linda a ronzoni

The Poet The Muse The Poet


At nightfall
Grey the clouds
cinnamon the suns last breath
Orange blossoms at her breast
Within a melting medley
Melancholy blissful spree
A hidden face
Love in her place
light posts hue
Begin to boast
The night has come
Her spirits have flung free
To be and feel
What the sun hides
By her plea
The Poet begins to stir
She can
Feel
Hear
Taste
The Muse
But cannot see
Out of sight but drunken by night
Her turn.
To write
Night whispers of love
flow
Through wind
through the window
echoes of light now
Gone
and the truth of truth be one
Bare breasted
bare footed
in heat of the sun
though night has come
it is a weakness
quivering the hands
as she writes her prose
with faith
for the love undone …




The Muse
Sound in all elements-
Metal
to fire
water runs clear
shear shape shifting
Wood-
clouds dancing
dust scuffing
lust and luxury
fantasy and reality
resound unbound
Light’s exploding the dark sky
The Muse lives in strengths
Feminine Masculine
Venus and Mars
No chains
One in the same
No scars
Naked
Natural
emotional
passionate
lips soft and rough
fingers free to touch
eye with endless soul…

…every poet pleads.
To have and to hold
hand touching hand
in silence unfolds
magnitude of what only
A Poet's Dream when
told…

…Night’s twilight
sleep comes and goes
The Poet sits
to write his prose
temperance moans
Spring winds
blow
slow
Seeds are sown
Views are seen
Spaceman
All within his dreams
To write
with the sight
The Muse
Delight
Tonight
does ignite
iridescently twinkling
in the stars above
through the winds of
Love
hidden whiskey
Not far above
Nor down below
unknown
The Poet knows
Knows not a name
Feels the same
Bare breasted
Bare foot
Bare to the turn
Moment to moment
With change
The Muse calls
He wakes from slumber
Endnote sung
Electrons vibration
Begins yet another poem
with faith
To a love undone…


…The truth of truths
The Poet
The Muse
The Poet….


-----------------



Humility
Feeling to fall of the face
But not by dying
By falling
In to you
all where you
are in need
Never see me
But witness
the Love growth
like seeds
sewn
For loves abundance

------------------------------



I am lady liberty
Give me your weary
Those hanging on to hope
With not a crumb nor sack to put in one
I am Lady Liberty
She speaks to me
She has spoken to everyone
A universal oration
For all nations
Not rich with greed
In each soul
This seed
Of humility
She gives us reason for hope
She stands victoriously
I stand firm footed in hope
Integrity
Steadfast and true to me
To you
For hopes sake
Universal truth
Non national
But at the core
Of one
In Europe
One in Austrlia
North American
South American
USSR
Kambodia
WE have all cried out
And she has validated our belief
That we can and do connect
Binding our strength to endure
Those who won the shores
Freedom is eternal
Freedom of the soul
In the flesh and blood
From beginning to end
I am Lady Liberty
Give me your people
Give me your poor
And beaten and rejected folk
I will give them hope
Home is in our hearts
Rest assured

---------------



Caught is a mousetrap
Hanging Hindu elephants
By my door
With the rear facing the entrance
Matador
Swinging
Arms with finesse
A sacred dance
A beautiful stance
As the bull charges
Through cheers
I cannot forget
I undress
On the terrace
Looking out to the street below
Dangerous recognition
Of New Orleans French Quarter days and glow
The window across the way
A woman in Love
The idealist won’t budge
There is evidence
Of truth
With one sword swoop
Piercing to the death of
El Toro
A chaff-thimbleful glass of whiskey bourbon gin
Deterioration
Comes with a grin
-----------------------------



Bloody Nora

Nora once lived by the shore
Nora met the man of her dreams
They’d dance and sing
And swim in the sea
And oh how they both adored
He took her hand
And wed they be
Away fro the shore
To a village
Surrounded
By the trees
Days were blessed
And children received
Until one day
Nora’s husband was in need
Nora decided
To do a good deed
By asking her husband Ritchie’s
Uncle Tomas for work to help with the feed
Uncle Tomas adored this woman from the sea
He wanted her for his own to fulfill his selfish dreams
One night
Behind her back with malicious deceit
Knowing she was to go home to her family
He hired some bandits that lived in the trees
To kill all yes all of her family all three.
Her husband Ritchie
Daughter Giselle
And son
Andy
When Nora came home
It was midnight
She expected them to be asleep
Opened the door saw them dead
Dead as can be
Blood shed and spread from
Floorboard to ceiling
Out of despair
Nora knew it was Uncle Tomas
How he looked at her
With disgusting envy
She knew form those looks
He wanted her to create a family for his own.
“Bloody Hell”
“Bloody Hell”
Nora screamed
Ran to the center of the village surrounded by trees
Wept and wept
Clothes wet with the blood
Of Husband, Daughter and Son
She rang the bell in the tower
Till all rose to her moan
Bloody Nora
Bloody Nora
Jumped from the tower to the bottom of the well to die
Bloody Nora broke the village’s bell
For all to see the death in her eyes
Bloody Nora!
They scream now
When they want to hail the crazies of unthinkable cries
Bloody Nora is no nursery rhyme


“Bloody Hell!”
“Bloody Nora” Such a terrible story to tell.
]

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Beauty by choice
Repulsive still has a voice
No recollection of face
No memory of voice
Instinct
And memory
Disconnected
By choice?
Subtle grey
Indigo Blue
Canary yellow
Crimson red
Involved with mysterious
Ease
Knowing one lives
Even when one bleeds
Living because of the sun
A star just far
Enough to allow our planet to
Grow
Twinkle Twinkle
Fire Explode
Could one be more comfortable?
Guided by what one feels upon
Looking
To other stars that show
In the night time
Time
Time
Unnecessary metered existence
Off in the womb
Consistent rebirthing
Another planets bloom
Where does the mind body and soul go?
Do I make plans too soon?
No deed
Nor creed
Belief relentlessly
Living out my dreams
As I cling
Theory guts and soul
Connections
As it goes
I can swim
I can whistle
I can scream
Surrounded countries of sin
WE all feel
The joys and pains
On the unified levels
Of the spirit within
A place to visit
A new face to see
No recollection of faces
No memory of their tongue
This is all I know
Of what’s to be
On this land
Land
Sand water mud clay moss snow
Green leaves
Ocean flow
There is no true silence n silence
As well learn to know
Quietly mind does let go
I commend myself
To give all to myself
With every breath I breathe
Wakeful and in sleep
For I am with this self
Will always live with ourselves
Toward the all knowing
Understanding
With constant growth
No matter where
How
Nor
When
As my story of life goes.
-------------------------------



At first the train roars loud
I am coming from the south!
I am coming from the north!
I travel west!
I travel east!
On an unbeaten worn path
Am I coming or going
I do not want to stay
I do not want to go
But you and I move about freely.
And though
You know
We are
The shredding
The shedding
Flows
Commence
Je pense
Commence
Je n’est pas despere
Je ne regrete rien
Tres jolie ma chere
We can
We do
The train roars
Calling us from the floor of this ocean sand
From our dance
But this will be once more
You will see
And I may see
That soul who sleeps not
Mon amore.
-------------------------------------------


At night fall
Grey the clouds
cinnamon the suns last breath
light posts
begin to boast
The Poet begins to stir
She hides her face
with love a disgrace
The muse
Can never learn

Night whispers of love
flow through wind
through the window
echoes of light now
Gone
and the truth of truth be one
Bare breasted
bare footed
in heat of the sun
though night has come
it is a weakness
quivering the hands
as she writes her prose
for the love …




…Like metal
to fire
water runs clear
shear shape shifting
clouds dancing
dust scuffing
lust and luxury
fantasy and reality
resound unbound
Light’s exploding the dark sky
The Muse lives in strengths
Feminine Masculine
Venus and Mars
No chains
One in the same
No scars
Naked
Natural
emotional
passionate
lips soft and rough
fingers free to touch
eye with endless soul…

…every poet pleads.
To have and to hold
hand touching hand
in silence unfolds
magnitude of what only
A Poet's Dream when
told…

Night’s twilight
sleep comes and goes
The Poet sits
to write his prose
temperance moans
Spring winds
blow
slow
Views are seen
With in his dreams
To write
without the sight
The Muse
Is
Tonight
does ignite
iridescently twinkling
in the stars above
through the winds of
hidden whiskey
Not far
unknown
The Poet knows
Knows not a name
Feels the same

The truth of truths
The Poet
The Muse
The Poet….


-------------------------



The American Train

1

Sometimes
Sometimes the train crosses transit
East Coast West coast
Train crashing has harrowing
Sounds
Growls and crashes and demon cry flashes
Of pieces and pieces scattered and scattering
Minds of Old
In me I hear her
I feel
I recoil
A cold, cold, cold
Chill down my neck
Down my spine
Deep so Deep
I want to forget
That which I can not remember
I don’t want to remember
2

This Train
Sometimes she
Sometimes she’s
Blowing her horn
I feel the wind blow through the cornfields
With the wheat sway
As she whistles away
Ash has since the day
They lay tracks
Laid down lines
Lives
To build this train
In
Early times
Of this country
Our people come with neither no cent nor dime
Believing
The achievement
Is here on this land
Laying down their lives
Loose a foot
Work coal mines
Whip a back
Keep getting paid
A pile of crap
3

Sometimes
Sometimes
When all is well
Peace is ringing
Sweetly inside
Harmonizing with the air
The Crickets chime
All one can be
I am walking toward town
With all of its sounds
Entering hear space
Not touching my grace
E howling roar
Her engines once more
Piercing he voice
Allehjuia
Rejoice
Freedom is in the air
She screams
Sounds crashing
Freights and all
Latched always
To and fro
Across our land
Where gold is bought
And hidden
Buried in the sand
Like buildings imploding
She sounds like a building collapsing
To rebuild the nation
To rebuild our land
These states
Where everyone around the world wants
To make home in this place
Howling Train remains in all her Glory
No, this is not the end
Of my story.


…………….4


As I gasp and grab a new piece of paper
The return from my night out, heading back to my car
I had to cross her tracks again
I looked up at the full moon not quite full tonight
She too had been to kind I thought
A gentleman down the road
Had a song to play
“… On this harvest moon...”
Every time I hear this I fall back to memories of my love life in New Orleans
And the train
Point Blank Shot
Crossing her mighty tracks I dared to step upon the rail
In respect for all that she is
The very next step
I cold chill
I could feel
The devil had arrived
Remembering his game stepping in my stride
Poverty, gloom thievery and tricks
Echoing by my side
There was no place to hide
I was surrounded yet thinking I
Could trick him with my state of grace
I so very much remember this feeling residing
I quickened my step
Knowing the whole time it was because I stepped on the track.
Back at my car
Front tire flat
Down
Down
To the rim
As I screamed I heard the devil laughing
It was a she and not a him

Surely this is not part of
The train
The Devil
And the almost full moon
Oh Lord has mercy
I am in need
This is haunting enough Lord, indeed

Had to head back
Find a friend
Who would choose to do a good deed?


5


Joking with each other
Heading back toward my car
Toward the tracks again
A hissss
And warning bells sing
“Cross now on your life” she screamed
“I am coming full speed”
Raging bitch whore and queen of all things wrong
Whirling wind surrounding
Hair being blown
Can not see the sky
“This is it” I said
“This is the last time,
You with your mighty roar
You bitch
You whore
You you are mighty,
But my Lord is Most Mighty
Mighty On High
I will never praise you
Nor the moon in the sky
And because of my Lord and Savior I
Will arrive home
In Safety tonight.”


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Evolutionary

Rain shower
May flowers
Steam springs Phantom operatic
Hindu fanatic
Mind static
399,002
Hours
Live

One notion
One path Focus
Purpose
Seen

Driven
Ambition
Serene Stability

Chaotic
Sub particles
In Harmony
Kinetic flow
Billions of cells
7
12
Tribe
One
Billions united
Delusions divide
Centuries
Evolutionary

Falling leaves
October seeds
End of season
Revolutionary
December begins cold breath Sunlight gleams trees barren
Death creeps
Christians sleep
Birthing begins

Krishna’s Sing
Allah and creed
Mayan
Aztec
Toltec
Native earlier than BC
Have all bequeathed
Lives
Life
Live

May Flowers
Spring Showers
Summer heat
399,002 hours
Multitudes of endless
Heart beating
Centuries.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

" Book Of Changes " ~Linda A Ronzoni


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Thursday, September 11, 2008

i create from creativity and discipline

cant sleep at night and its evil goin on, you better watch your happy home

what if.......
there were more trees for birds to sit on instead of the poles and wires that side view our massive concrete roads?

Wednesday, September 10, 2008


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Tuesday, September 9, 2008

i sold my paints canvases and eisal

and gave away that last trip to the canvas...yupp.
my relationship with paint is over for now.
The oil oastels brought such a vibrant LIVING to me
and now chalk.
I dont want to turn back and i only want to go forward.
so chalk is my medium now. :)
I have plans for another adventure but I have to do research. old school.
I think medieval ( media )
its a cool idea... i really hope to accomplish it. and there are none of the restraining rules i tried to put on myself b4. its a free project.
I', moving to San Francisco... dont have an exact date but kinda have a dead line.
my foot is injured so for the month of September I cant work and I need physical therapy. but then work save and move. and in between there maybe go to ROme , ITaly, my mom thinks she needs me to go with her. She gets things in her head and kinda becomes adamant about them life or death adamant and then quite vindictive and spiteful when things dont go her way. so, It not like I cry to not go to ROme but i am finally doing something for me and she just cant let go.
I'm sure that many mothers are like this. instead of helping and being supportive their minds go into defense and try to create chaos for the person. NOt consciously but thats the way their brain works. My dad was worse. LORD ABOVE RAGING HITTING OUT OF CONTROL CONTROL>>>I basically had no logical support growing up. So I had no solid mind to rely on to help me with real decisions.

Thats life.
I have learned from my own mistakes and I have other healthy minds around me now for years for advise if i need it.

Its a shame though. At a time for celebration , I have to live with someone trying their damnedest to make everything difficult. Its not working, i see through it...and It isn't pushing my buttons like it use to where i would go run off and make bad decisions bcuz i was running away from them.
nope
too old and too wise for that now. AMEN

AMEN!! truly to GOD AMEN>

AT NO TIME NOW AM I SAYING I DONT LOVE THEM
I love my parents with all of my heart life and soul.

AMEN


ITs just silly stuff.
BUt I do thank GOd for all they have done for me in my crisis of 12 years.
and thank GOd for bringing me back home to reunite and become close to them. Some people never get the chance to...and I know that i have been given this blessing.

welp gotta go things to do people to see then time to come home and relax.

love to all who need love today.

Friday, September 5, 2008


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Wednesday, September 3, 2008

FAIRY TALES DONT EXIST

nothing is the same. and i can take it along with the grass stains on my knees.
dream with me; don't dream in my dreams.
La morte da Fur Elise~
cuz i'm only here for this moment and then I'm gone.
Everything has changed


. My eyes see the world different and i am happy to see this now.
i went to California for one month and lived in an apartment with my brother....days time walking cafe strangers forgetting the old forgetting the habitual
and now in a new world ...here in Florida. I could be anywhere and i see that even if nothing changes on the outside everything can change on the inside....amen.
i posted new images thsoe new images from the time away I called them
"changes" it is already old.
and i am working on completely new style , painting again


SCREAMING SILENT WIND
INTO CLOSED WINDOWS

new post new daYS AND NEW WAYS


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LOOKS LIKE THIS NOW , IT WON'T LOOK LIKE THIS TOMORROW

wow how ungrateful could i be?

i had the best opportunity to live in a city for a month and i have spent the last week wining and pity party my self for being here. get a fucking grip...why did i turn it into a loss? it was a ll gain!
what a son of a bitch i am.
i just feel like braking plates and screaming. its so hot here I cant go for walks and I fucked up my foot i think i pulled a ligament , then the woe is me comes in. i have all the energy in the world and shit I would welcome a drop from a plane ( sky diving)
i haev never wanted that but its obvious its the adrenalin rush...i am filled in the days with adrenaline and so today i finally just fucking drew a image. i'll work on it more later.
no wonder every frign song is talking about lonesome me. or how someone wants to live somewhere else for goodness sake we all suffer from the i cant handle myself blues.
I am to go to rome in october, i have an online friend I thought i would meet and say hi and drinks or whatever...then i got to thinking about it and said "is it worth it" i am there for 2 weeks we are worlds apart...
HOW BLIND OF ME
ya just shut the door b4 it opens idiot linda.
how can we grow expand our wellness by closing doors by yelling at people in our lives by using harmful words just because we can't handle the pain of loosing someone ....dont love and never feel pain....

that must be the theory behind the defense mechanisms.
ya people disappoint us. and I disappoint p[people all day long... so why would I expect any more that human from anyone. there is no fairy tale that has not a trauma involved. life is full of it, highs lows challenges more than peaks.

i think i get it. and what the fuck !@ how can i expect more... it would be crude and unfair.
as I have been .

love.. what is love...wanting to be wanted needing to be needed sharing, not sharing living slumbering, beating hearts at the end of the day rest in one bed.
I have no more expectations and implore the life to be as it will and to just live it as it comes. i have plans , do my best to accomp;ish them....send out some portfolios and so on.... this is my life.
that's it.
how many people feel isolated in the world. many and much is our own doing. but much is real

do we sit in it?
we can
i do
and i learned from san fran by pushing myself

that i wont

fuck sittin in it.

its all a state of mind. i fucked up. i yelled at a friend last night.
expecting him to save my life.

old habits

dead

i transferred death.... how pathetic

well i just hope he is enlightened enough to see it for what it was, i explained my mishap
hopefully he just say fuck it and chalk it up to stupidity.

my stupidity of the moment.

cries for help get over it/

dancing alone can be fun.

and really we are all connected just busy in our own cells.

music and art are my freedom...so it is.

letitgo

one word
letitgo!

and on and on the merry go round on and on....carousel, sky dive swim deep roll over
jump up and down fight to live and live to fight...love to give and give to love.
Glory be.

Sunday, August 31, 2008

in san francisco


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Saturday, August 30, 2008

fucking life

yea fucking life.
fucking forida,how about the wholeeaast side ofthe missippi...damn
less conscioussnoozing fucking inbreds.
i guess if i wasnt forced to live around inbreds maybe i wouldnt be painting all the time..nope thats not true
o wel

i'm good
just judgeental
haaaahhhh it like suffiation out there man, the mentality is totally different hear and I thank God that i am so lucky to have willingly lived in a oompletely different world...San Fran...i have now only affirmed the absolute destiny of living in different countires 6 months at a time. very very good to actualize different mind sets and in doing so free my mind
its a battle at first but well worth the changes it gives to the mind body and soul.

so now I am starting new.
murals
i'll post process...its all unplanned so there are no limits just fun.
from beginning to end. i hve a feeling and I will let the paint express itself and the lines or what ever blending just go do its thing....aww im already thinking too much...let go
bye

Friday, August 29, 2008

"boredom is what boredom does "

"boredom is what boredom does; i'm so bored out of my frign scull!

but i have major jet lag
i want to create but i dont want to do the same old shit
i am so sick of my shit. I like what i have accomplished but its time to turn that leaf over! big time

GOD GRANT ME THE GRACE!!!!!!!

I just want to make a big fucking mess...so we'll see.
i hope tomorrow i have energy.

ahh this keyboard is ridiculous!

so how are you/

my brain is coma toast.

its sucks

i have to get my energy back when i do it will be all new

no more of the old i promise myself this.

and FYI i hate that series I did, dark to light

fuck ever trying to do something i think i am suppose to do..a series... similar colors
kiss my ass fine art fucks
UN CERTAINTY IS LIFE< INCONSISTENCIES there Are none, everything has a purpose and from way far above we're just a lot of blue and some swirling clouds and land ya cant even see the people!
if there is one thing that I will always include in my artist statements is that there will always b uncertainty and versatility freedom and change!!! forever till i die!

back home

estranged feelings.
fucked up
need to create, but do not want to but want to quite explosive and dormant
dizzy from hour change
lack of stimulus
forever find ways to keep up the pace.
mindless
too much
too little
far less
not forgotten
no where man.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Fur Elise

i think that may have been the last of the pre thought out images. looking at it each time I come to my blog I see it less and less as I did when I created it. Granted with all of my images, the camera kills the most part of the life of the image. they truly look different in person; but this Fur Elise image was better as a thought. WEll i got it out of my mind and on paper.
I really dont know where I am going with the new images. I may go back to the mythological imagery. I have gained more experience with the media of oil pastels this year... However I want to have more consistency in the palettle as I mentioned a few blogs back. I dont know why It is so important to me this time around. I have yet to do the Muses, and other classical Greek and Roman mythological images. I think I have only finished PErsephone cupid and psyche venus and psyche and neptune.

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its wierd how some of my images turn out looking like a de kooning...i love him but I certainly dont try to have them come out ths way. Its all in my movement while I create....I just go where my hands take me.

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anyway the relaxation is still on, i am still in san fran, however I have been experimenting with chalk, with the basic colors black white shades of tan

and the human figure...they are, well, they are what they are

I finally created two oil pastels , again , they are what they are.

I should post em..
but like I said the relaxation here has nulified my ambition to keep up with the computer. I have journaled many pages written several poems and keep the sketch pad close but i dont care to post anything.

I dont like this side of me.

I have been craving to go home , I am extremely productive at home. but I did wind up giving myself 3 pre ulcers that bleed here and again just from self inflicted stress.

so maybe this drone of non productiveness should eventually help facilitate differences in my behavior, mind set and what ever surprise it could bring. I have 26 more days.

I am however going to the art supply store this week, I have 8x10 sketch pad with me
and its just too small. I have have have to get larger paper.

I do go mad if I cant create so, regardless of what I think of the process and results i need to keep at it.


alright then , more coffee this early hour 5:30 am

who knows if i'll go back to sleep or not.
ciao for now.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

I'm fine really never been better -HA

the misssion district~SanFrancisco CA 22nd and mission

Traffic stops for no

bohemian
without a job

who still has money for beer.


Funny lookin fellas
and girls who want to look like fellas


Seems like crap , looking for the artist types

Freak show show for the freaks
in disguise from the real world

Fantasia non reality links to a glass of wine divine at happy hour

Red Stripe for the wanna be pikies
and heron
doped up fiends with their tattoos and hoodies

Its all about staying fucked up babe
faked and baked
staked

reading carrying 2 1/2 by 2 1/2 box cameras and books and pipes

The road less traveled is now worn low
common ground for excuses to stand up righteously be one's own mind
find one's true voice
creativity and booze
intelligence drugs
hang out taking photos
of the latest band that immigrated to the city trying to find breaks in the system.

One person me indulging in the formatting of thoughts on paper talking the same shit
that comes out of mouths

The young studying grad students favorite past time to read poetry

Hey, me too.

Just dont tell me to keep reading, young sir, I been reading since before you were born, nothing will stop me from this form nor take me from my pen and paper, nor canvas and pigment.

Independently I swarm the masses with honesty sincerity and narrow eyes that judge.

Its one of those things

I guess you would have to have been one of them\

Or had forgotten you're one of them , Like I had.

So I do understand that which I lay harsh judgment upon

BUt I'm not lost
The fear of looking back
The faces remind me.
The hair , the scruff

The talk

Well, its much more coherent here, compared to other cities

But still Ive mingled enough now
I'll stay to myself

Its all so dissatisfying to me.
Except the Led Zeppelin laying over the speakers

I wonder
If I chose to live here
would they eventually grow back on me
in the form of leaches?
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At this moment I am not sure

Like herds f different spieces people flock together to keep their stories straight.
Even if they disagree..its safe in the herd

So lost in the herd feelings of oblivion
unify codes that gratify the emotions

Emotions not felt when one finds them self unwillingly alone.

Its all relevant
OR
Its all irrelevant

'll read the Ralph Ellison "Invisible Man"
It sounds good.
Soul type satisfaction
education is power,

Thanks for the tip mr.one day critic.

I have to give this place
one plus, and it may very well be i big one

giving me something to write about.
Stimulating me so strongly I had to speak now on paper.
Not to you or him nor her, freedom from the drone of no thought.

But
Pure Bullshit

Did I say Bullshit

Yea I mean it, too.

Faces talk I could give a crap.

Monday, July 28, 2008

house of the dead

i have put an order into the bookstore downstairs for the book House of the Dead by Dostoevsky, Ive read half of the story awhile back. I would like to finish it and I have the most perfect time on my hands here... yea! Strongly suggest it, a great novel. bye for now

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Contemplation Day ~sunda sanfrancisco

well the weather has finally become typical san fran weather. fog and chilly no sun. I am quite happy with this. Every day since I came here o tuesday has been sunny and cool , yesterday in the sun it felt quite hot but it was only 72 I guess.

I have found no desire to draw. I am so relaxed. So relieved to just be.
to not think complex thoughts that only stay in my mind.
I am with my brother and it feels like Christmas,family time.
I love it.
Where else can you where a scarf and sweaters layered in July and still be cold. Its a blessing to me.
I am really joyful that I dont want to draw nor barely journal. there is a huge bath tub here, this is what i look forward to : baths ahhhh.

I may take one today, with amber and lavender oil drops in the water...snooze.
I feel alright. It is just such a relief to use my body all day , using public transit to get anything accomplished.
walking and walking...just to walgreens. my spirit is high, though I am lounging.

I'll never forget the park walk up the hill to the Leigon of honor museum the other day...it was a woman impressionist exhibit as well as the dead sea scrolls plus their usual collection which was frgn brilliant.

I saw many of the mythology images that I have studied in the last year while developing my own mind toward mythological figurative imagery,
but the walk...smell of grass a trees cool air that literally is so nonabrasive it felt more like soft kisses all over my flesh.

just fields of green and trees and cliff to the bay and more mountainous hills in the back drop....if any one knows me as well as I know myself , i was in heaven.

This must be the most boring post but I say, I am most satisfied. For a mind that tortures itself this is these days here have been perfect for me

Friday, July 18, 2008

Fur Elise ~PERFROMANCES~


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Thursday, July 17, 2008

deadfish

Ive been feeling like all my work is significant only to me.
its a weird feeling. no one of my art friends writes me to respond about this feeling i have.

In the end it is all that matters is how i love to do it and how it makes me feel , but that's the thing I feel weird after I am finished...I have never in my life felt weird like this...like i put passion in it then it slowly dies when i'm done. !! I am sketching the images first..that's a first. I usually just come to the canvas or paper open and let a line down and go from there. but I have had these ideas and wanted to manifest them... now...i feel odd. like limited...

this one that is my profile pic is one of the ones that just does not make sense to me..i think it shows the drama of this feeling I'm feeling , the flight of beautiful music and the devastation of life

the blending and such i loved doing i am enjoying this...
but other than that it feels like a dead fish.

maybe i just feel like a dead fish...?

well I have others two "sketched" and I'll see them through, and maybe just knowing the dead fish is how i feel is enough ....i know I am not menial...and I have love of so many people in my life, its just a wierd thought that what if in the end of all the years of images they never get seen and dont mean as much to someone else as they do to me... that is what is bringing me sorrow.

But THAT'S LIFE

the unknown and knowing that even if that is the case I am who I am and one part of this is that i create images because of who I am...so I just keep on, because
IT MEANS SO SO SO MUCH TO ME.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

menial...am i? Love isnt menial.
i love
thats all. everything else is menial.

there i'm finished


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now no more
i just feel i am stamping out dito dito photo copies of the same thing...blaa
I had passion for this i had passion creating it, but i'm not pleased maybe at a later time
I dont want to do anything else but figures so we'll just see...someday

burn an image

i havent destroyed any of my images since 1993.
But there is this piece the one in the picture I hate it with such a passion I have to burn it to never do this sort of thing again.
Like a ritual...when Ya burn paper with a habit or a name that you want to let go off.
I think I really need to burn it.crap,

crap

I cant create with this image in existence. I wish i had someone to talk about this with.
But as always I have not.
i thought I had this friend that I could talk to about anything. but it ends up he really wasnt what he wanted to be which was a friend. so no, I dont have that.
its been awhile.
but I have my blog. thats good . I have friends but critiqing art friends , no.
I could write to someone, here online about it. someone S> he would know how i feel maybe I will.
but in the end isnt it just one's own self to be true to.
ya.
so I can answer my questions. this isnt a poor me thing, i dont feel this way at all. I'm just thinking by writing.
I had that discussion here with myself last night...that image is my arch nemesis
ug ya i'm gonna do it now. rip er to shreddssss and more shreds I have to its all that I stand for in life and I have to take a stand

All I have to say is this action best make me feel better.
I have to get out of this funk.
F***

Is it this image or am i just burnt out?

err

lets have a look < I'll take a pic of it now, put it on here and then look ...

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I HATE IT> i think i am just gonna put white all over it. thats it. see how it turns out just white... just white it'll blend and then its over. so now i will put on music and do it now.
i mean it.
ok

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Just begin again

Just begin again
that picture in the closet
blocking you from continuing
you fell you killed it
Bring it life.
Give it its own voice not what the jurors want
Just put her down on your table and begin again
start where you ended and see what she really wants to say.
I hear her now,
She says


"I hate mimicking
please dont make me mimic another one of your creations
give me my voice or I will not give you the freedom to create."

": Ok I say you must be my muse and a free one at that, I let you be, forgive me, I was trying to do what I thought I was sappose to do, I feel like giving up when I see my stuff is so different everytime and fear the big shots saying I am immature of a creator."

" And YOU would let yourself listen to them? YOU LINDA? YOu've never listenned to rules you have to let me be free, you tried to do this with your life but only with me can you truly express how truly free you are, its not in the material world until you give me a chance to come out on paper. Rmemeber the book 100 dresses> "

"Yes, 'I have 100 dresses in my room and they are all drawings but I have 100 dresses and I love them all' "

"yes and they are all different"

"Yes!, ok I feel better about that image I will let it come out and go where it takes me...its your home there and you have every right to be the freedom you are ,
you are ME"

xx

" " HOunds Of Love' "

Tedious
playing a game with my hands
Language
Mute the mouth
the words have no room here
Language speak from my hands
Language of loud hounds of Love
whistle for the ground
forget the past
forget the key embedded in to your memory
throw it away
and come
sit
pick up my colors
like a flowing stream
patterns but riveting in particles
enveloping curves of rocks in the water
molding and leaving its impression
different strokes
never the same
one time
only
and then the end of one
begin another
be blinded by the master of the mind
without words

Margheritte Duras one of my absolute favorite dramatic authors

"Woman is not born: she is made. In the making, her humanity is destroyed. She becomes symbol of this, symbol of that: mother of the earth, slut of the universe; but she never becomes herself because it is forbidden for her to do so. "

Yellow

Whose to say
When the rain comes down
Whose to say
When Life moves all around
Whose to say above and beyond

The World less Bleak

Around Around
Around the world we go
Around Around the sun we all know

LEt there be chants
let loves sparrow go
Forest green pastures
Fountain water
Youth
To and fro
Sperentine
Dream

Yellow

Monday, July 14, 2008

the performance

new series.
inspired by a competition for artists to have an image on one issue of the Kravis Center ( West Palm Beach Performance Art Center) play bill/
i started with three. 5 can be called for and I may push thought to try to come up with ten again.
This last series I did helped me slow down. I am much more patient in the process.
Giving time to release my design.
The first image is in the photo below I am working on it,my mom took a photo of me.
i have 2 others ...Hoping for the win, and realizing I really enjoy this one.
I absolutely am amorous of the composers pre 20th century. I love opera, nocturnes , preludes, quartets. I love piano, harp, guitar, and strings.
I listen most of the day to the many pieces I can find either from the library or bought.
I know history of certain composers life and am in love with one man in particular. To think my grand parents were alive when he was. ( late 1800s )
my Grand Parents not great grand , just one generation away. So close....ahhhh

anyway, as I listen I draw...yes draw not paint. becuz it is now my medium oil pastels.
I have such enthusiasm to this medium. It is incredible the satisfaction I get from these oil colors that I use my hands with.
The image below is much at its beginning... I ponder its result , I want two different results and conflict there is bothering me. I want illuminated darkness and drama of the ballet...
But then I think light./
Go lighter...i have to be true to myself but i think there comes a time like with a commission , to think of the images audience.I really decline commisions most of the time, I usually am nonflexable with them "its my way or no way sorry" is what I say...if they can handle that then i do them.
so I will see. I will work on them today maybe just the one?
Flow it is so important to flow, but now I put my mind into it.
before it would be a completely different side that just the thought dissipate and my body took over and in one round I sit and create until fini.
Not now.
Its a bit of both.
but I cherish and value the flow ....so i am trying to find balance without completely destroying my images.
I dont like the dark side of light series.
but it serves a purpose ( at least I have to tell my self this. )

well I hope this new one continues to bring me joy.
Its a much lighter ( weight wise ) subject and I do love the composers
I decided to go with these as the lingering theme...
Plays ba ba ba all the other areas of performance art others will cover But i realize if i am not enthusiastic about them I cant create an image about them.
But the classical music... i can.

so onward and up to go into and out&
fro.
May divine interventionism come to me with these images thats all i an say.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

hands on


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george and fredreic

george sand an aka for the baroness that spent the longest time as frederic chopin's lover confident and supporter.
I can and do imagine as I listen and listen what it would could have been like to live with him while he plays all day long, never ending my love for him. its amazing to just imagine.

Thursday, July 10, 2008

tribute to my family

For My MOM SISTER BROTHER MY FATHER GOD REST HIM IN PEACE 1920-2004, MY NONNI AND NONNE TUTTI AND ZII ZIE ELIDA MILENA RINO MARCELLO ANNA ROBERTA ON AND ON!! SAL! BRUNO! LUCI! FRANK! PHYLISS!, THE OLD SCHOOL THAT BROUGHT ME MY BEST MEMORIES IN LIFE AND I DEARLY FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE WITH LOVE AND PASSION AND PRIDE CARRY ON THE TRADITION OF PLAY ING THESE SONGS SINGING AND LAUGHING VACATIONING WITH MY YOUNG NEW FAMILY ( PROVIDED BY MY SISTER) i PLAY TO EMBARRASS THE CHILDREN BY HAVING SUCH A SONG AND DANCE SINGING FEST EVERYTIME FROM NOW ON!! SALUTE PER VOI MI PARENTI!






series recent

i have some feelings about that series ...'Dark side..o.. light'
i think i did it.
I don't think every image is as good as it g could be, but they were what I saw in my mind.
the colors the gestures?
I sent them out to friends on email, got responses :

"It's always difficult to understand what happen into a piece of art.
I always clearly see your view and your hand, of course.
And I don't know what's happening there and so I can't get in deep contact with your paintings.
Every time I see your images I always have the feeling of a face without a mouth, someone without a voice. It's difficult to express but every feeling seems like in a cage.
Like screaming with no sounds coming out.
Sometimes it's a very hard to handle feeling.
It's difficul to explain my thought but there's something really scaring and scared into your Art. But I don't know. These are just things came into my mind at the seeing"

~ D.T Roma Italy

"thanks, I like the fight for light and relief."
C.B-L
Lantana FLorida

and a friend on myspace T.D. comments to The color of two images enjoying them and his favorite is "the weight of dark"

and others have comments for individual pieces.... i think it may be that one can go and feel different things from each image to each time in their life and if they find themselves in a dark corner relate to them and maybe learn from them as well.

I feel the series represents the me that is " the other side"

and I chose to do this by seeing a film play of all of the works of images that i have recorded on film and now digital, since 1993

so I know my images have a feel...but I thought of this phrase as I was watching with my brother and reacted by saying to him " wow , i have never noticed but I said its like they come from the dark side of light.... to me that made %100 sense.

So I thought hmmm try to devote 10 images to this Theme...

well so I am not so sure about the series but well that's life.

I may try again... do the ones I hate over...and over till i like them

-This makes me feel better...good

Finale , I will keep doing do overs, the series is not complete yet.
I am not satisfied at all.
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Wednesday, July 9, 2008

"Reflections"

running down a hall mirror mirror on the walls
all round down side up and upside down
looking for reflection to validate my existence
faces and faces
places and places
visible
invisible
indivisible
in their eyes I saw divine
Forgot to take the rose colored glasses off
but pretty mistakes bring glory to the pen and ink

You said this
He said that
she showed me this
she told me that


on and on

spot
stop
long time in your eyes
disconnect
and run
run
run
breaking mirrors down the hall but taking pieces from each
its me!
its me !
and I put together a kaleidoscope charred pieces tiles and symmetric chaos
turn whole
indicative
to one
one
one
mirror
mirror
on the wall
and One reflection
its me on this side and me on the other side.
now and forever again.
~Linda Ronzoni 7/9/08 c.

"ONWARD"


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"ITS MINE TOO"


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"ONWARD"


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Saturday, July 5, 2008

semi-Titles for the series

1 reflection
2 in the dark
3 rejecting the light
4 the weight of the bottom
5 the point of laughter
6self encouragement
7 the fight
8 sense of relief
9 surrendering and receiving light
10 You can shine in the lime light but can you shine in the dark?

Series LIFE FROM THE DARK SIDE OF LIFE~ LINDA RONZONI 2008

LIGHT FROM THE DARK SIDE OF LIGHT~ LINDA RONZONI DESCRIPTION OF SERIES

a SERIES OF THE JOURNEY OF THE SPIRIT , BODY AND SOUL IN DARK TIMES AND TO FIND PEACE IN THAT DARKNESS.
PLZ TAKE THE JOURNEY WITH ME. i HOPE YOU ENJOY THE RIDE

LIFE FROM THE DARK SIDE OF LIGHT #1~ LINDA RONZONI SUMMER SERIES 2008


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"YOU CAN SHINE IN THE LIME LIGHT BUT CAN YOU SHINE IN THE DARK"

Friday, July 4, 2008

Fire cracker Fire craker boom boom boom

Its firecracker night. its a personal tradition of mine to lay down in a dark room and listen to classical music, while the boom booms go off. i havent gotten a chance to do this in awhile. I'm in Miami in a hotel on the bay and can view 4 major firework events all around the bay. I'm on the 7th floor. all the apartment buildings have people hanging off their terraces and yelling . Its funny. and pretty cool to hear in a city from all over above and below booming ( plus lightening and thunder ) firecrackers and hootin and hollarin.
funny.
I actually dont mind this holiday this year. Our country cant possibly get any worse it must be moving up and onward the way it was always intended to, I hope with integrity.

but tonight everyone is letting it all hang out.
There are a lot of Haitians Jamaicans obvously hispanics - cubana central americas south america, mexico, then the "Caucasian" mixed in... what the fuck is that word any way. I am italian american. I think caucasian might meet they have lived and breaded here since the civil war there for making them mutts thats the word Im a mutt.
naa I am so mean.

but fuck it, thats what I say.

anyway the crackers ( white folk) are a minority in the whole lower half of the US !!

thats kinda cool.

Miami is very international. I say its pretty multi dimaensional.

ugg time for coffee and take the aching feet down the hall to the sis's families room to watch the show.....
ciao
boom boom boom

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Dark SIde of LIght ~notes

I'm up to my fifth image, only one is completed...but it takes time with this project.

So I realize that taking one subject or one idea one theme and expanding on it, "dark side of light"
I'm able to express the weight in darkness, the movement in needed to break dark or rather the middle stages of coming to the light or working with the evolution of light
light and shadow ...one can not exist with out the other.

and the survival in the end.

Interesting how it came out this way, or how it is coming out.

very interesting to me, I t is my coire and I'm able to express it.
Manifest the process .-record in the figure on "canvas"

I'm in the movement stage, I will do them then see how i feel and what i think at that point...

I had a quote I like a lot that came out in a dicussion of these issues that my theme brings about.

I think its one for all to ponder to the inner truth of their being:

"YOU CAN CERTAINLY SHINE IN THE LIME LIGHT<
BUT CAN YOU
SHINE IN THE DARK OF LIGHT." QUOTE BY ME LINDA A RONZONI c2008

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

The Flower that Smiles Today~ Shelly

I love all thou lovest
Spirit of delight!
The fresh earth in new leaves drest,
And the starry night, Autumn evening and the morn
When the golden mist are born

I love the snow and all the forms
Of the radiant frost:
I love waves and winds and storms-
Every thing almost
Which is Nature's and may be
Untainted by man's misery

I love tranquil Solitude,
And such society
As is quiet wise and good;
Between thee and me
What difference? but thou dost possess
The things I seek - not love them less.

I love Love- though he has wings
And like light can flee-
But above all other things,
Spirit , I love thee-
Thou art Love and Life! O come
Make once more my heart thy home.


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The flower that smiles today
Tomorrow dies;
All that we wish to stay
Tempts then flies;
What is this world's delight?
Lightening, that mocks the night,
Brief even as bright-

Virtue how frail it is!
Friendship, how rare!-
Love, how it sells poor bliss
For proud despair!
But these though soon they fall,
Survive their joy , and all
Which ours we call-

Whilst skies are blue and bright.
Whilst flowers are gay
Whilst eyes that change ere night
Make glad the day;
Whilst yet the calm hours creep
Dream thou- and from thy sleep
THen wake to weep.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

well I'm readjusting my images for the portfolio...i have to hyper focus on the theme , more from there and see what i can come up with ...i was thinking basically everything I have done so far has been a sketch. I even tell people that when I am out. I realize why to the truth of why I say it...these all have been sketches and I knew that , Ive been pleased with the outcome with many and watched as i develop but this time if I am really going send out a large sum ( really large ) sum of portfolios then I really want to push more a lot more, i hate to say it but i feel like Though i focus i haven't really focused on a theme to infinite degree. So I have 6 potential images. and as I go along i can choose more. but from here on out i need to develop this.
the Theme ( title) of the collection is "LIFE form the Dark Side of Light"
I'm confident to do it. There'll be challenges for sure but I'm starting off by studying kinda tearing them apart composition color emotion...I have to find a consistency and yet variation.
i've talked some people witht he images. trying to find truth. I have to be true to the truth of the theme and to me and to what I fear loosing my spontaneity, but i have to focus too. i just dont know I have some ideas. like sticking to the variaitions but allowing for the progression of images. they have to go in order. Do galleries listen to artists and say ok they will go in this order. I could number them.

crap

then I thought as I keep going on creating into this theme there are liberties I can take if I choose one palette. I just well hard to explain. but I see some images and to go with and design to coordinate a link between them , I have no problem with the subject I have no problem with being able to define the theme to the fullest I know that, it is just i fear to limit myself to one frgn palette. crap.

i have to just head on. Today has been all thought. and critique. now i just have to create.
I 've been told not to put a time limit on myself. But in the past I know i change so fast in my styles...its so me.

so to really accomplish this I just have to try. But ultimately i can push but with pushing does flat come?
these are all thoughts on building a career. I feel i am on the verge of the next 40 years. where will I be then?
AM I CONSISTENT? AT ALL?
IS CONSISTENCY STILL THE "WAY"

aye yae yae

true to me true to my dreams true to the life of imagery.

ok
on and on to tomorrow we'll see.

Life Fromthe Dark Side of LIght

I only have six. I've been examining them for awhile. One last look now and I realize its only six. So yes I do need now to keep the focal point on the theme and express it in depth, hopefully to gain 14 more images for it.
total of 20. Then pick 10 best representation. I hope to get a solo show one day. It may be far fetched at this time may not but a show will definitely suffice.

colors

the subject is strong in my work. however I have to define the territories.
I am about to send off portfolios many of them, i am rethinking consistency and color,
it is a challenge for me to stick to one palette ... my soul always wants to express by color shape blend, in variations. and this can be an inconsistency upon viewing and not knowing...my style. I dont know if it is valid. I am thinking I need to separate the two. the nude tones from the vibrant ones.
I have then 3 series that I have been working on.
oh boy but I have a theme called Life from the dark side of light.
and I just dont know if it is ok to have these varying palettes.
They indicate mood with gesture...
I have written this in my artists statement for this series... i think i need to rethink or discuss this with someone who knows more than me. and of course plug away and keep creating. Is it a Fine Art faux pas to have such variation in color?

theme I have consistency in this latest choice of 10...and it does harmonize with the title of the show...well I am guessing to keep on creating for this theme and see if I can up some that have been chosen and try to hone in on the colors.
I think that may be best...I can.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

moving on

ya well the last entries were insane. Anxiety is a bitch. Living with these things can be very taxing, but i am here to say it can be overcome. And love and life continue on.
Ive been very productive, not really so sure how to come back to the blog after those last ones. I give up everything sometimes to be real and true to my self.
it is important. to me and the defining matters that create my world. my art and my words.

I'm not here for you. I am here for me.
tell me could you?

No, so I tell .

tell it like it is.

for me.

more to come I have some fun entries to add in here...but just had to get started again on this blog. To keep moving on.

Sunday, May 25, 2008

cant explain it too well but

when you cry for help , and you do all you can humanly do, if you've surrounded yourself with people who love you and love GOd above all things, The Lord will answer and calm and restore your life. I have received that blessing , and now I am renewed, and I must continue to be in faith.

reasoning for my exposure

i know that one day someone who experiences life like I do will read this. One day or maybe even today.

So , Why do I share my deepest woes joys images thoughts...one becuz i need to and at equal rate, i know other people have these issues and I want them to know for certain,
they are not alone.

The whole reason I started to write poetry seriously as a writer was in 1989 after a woman's study class that was cross listed with writing. I realized then, " for me, and for others like me or those who desire to understand someone like me"

any way thats all.

Saturday, May 24, 2008

I woke up at 1 am and painted until 4 30 am. i finally have my cupid and psyche in love.

expand one's horizans ... i have always said My art facilitates movement in my life and my life facilitates movement in my art.

this is true yet I am encapsulated in a bottle of fear right now.
I am to go to England and meet someone i have been talking to for 2 1/3 year... but I have never met him.. we are just friends... but i am sooo afraid to go. I am having anxiety attacks.
to go beyond the usual... to see a different culture even his the way of his life and his family life....i wish i could look at this like i would have when I was 18.
have the years and tears created fears.
or wisdom.

i am terrified . i wish so much i could not be, but I am. I wanted this for my artistic views to expand....i want this becuz we are great inspiration to one another and plan to create while together... my god i am 38 and I am getting more scared as I get older.


the last blog shows i am finding myself rigid...frigid....boxing myself up quite tightly... how can there be movement in this.

for art

for life

for God

for me

how I wish an answer a clear answer and calmness would consume me...

help me plz.

Friday, May 23, 2008

trust and prerception

how we perceive... illusions. our eyes can only see limited color in the first place so what we use is what? a value of sorts but beyond that we truly have no idea what the fuck we are creating or looking at. perception.
trust
at this point to day i am utterly completely depleted of and trust in life.
i don't want to see anything close my eyes; i see too much.
i have a couple great books to read, one, Michaelangelo and the reinvention of the human form.
two, egon shciele drawings and watercolors
three a graphic novel of Franz Kafka's the Metamorphosis
4 American architecture. that one sounds the most fun. so the Michaelangelo one but its all theory and crap so I will skim it . Skimming gives me the power not the author.
right now Since September i have been on a journey on my own strength and constant prayer. I have created numerous images that i am pleased with the process of their entirety coming about.

but right now...i am lost. and thats fine with me. i give up the right the reserve time for art. I am so tired. All my plans have fallen through. complete plans "set in stone" plans . I got very ill and since November have been fighting it until finally it exploded on March 29 through all of April.
I lost another friend and i gained an old friend. and an even older friend got in contact to me through myspace.
do I trust anyone? no
i don't trust anything.
there is no constance in anything. With due respect for my brain, it seems to be so consistent no matter how crazy quote i may go, i have been there b4 and I thank GOD for my hands to create and get it all out good bad inventive adventurous what ever i am in the moment. be it on the canvas, paper , poetry, piano, i can get it out. this other world that is the only consistent thing in my life. Death comes to us all
this is a truth and the only truth I can rely on. Living is real.
but all around the circus of live people places and things ... not in my hands not in my mind that even if i were to be committed to the hospital in deep depression at least i am with me and me I know. I know my motives in art they keep revealing to me... i dont care to share. to who? i know and thats enough . I really dont care.

I had a dream with destiny . she was an owner of a brothel . she was going to buy all of my nudes all of em. and i asked her what her name is before i left on my way on out of there... and she said Destiny and she gave me a great hug and I awoke.

Dont ask ; I dont . I just accept it.

I am to go to England june 19th. Another "set in stone"
bullshit
is what i say.
i have a great friend there. we have plans , involving creating , exploring and relaxing.

everyday I say oh great this will be great
then at the end of the day I say bullshit.
fuck it and why.

why leave my house anymore.
my mom tried to tell me a saying her professor told her " you can sit on the corner and watch life go by or you can jump in"

I told her I would much rather watch it go by.

fuck feeling and relationships.

its too much....tooo tooo much

there is nothing to trust.
ya you read this and think i am way off.
try to live in my body. you would say the same.
for someone overly sensitive, the best thing to them is to just not get too close to people, too close the stronger the emotions... the stronger effect on my body.

Its not worth it, it gets in the way of my art.
yea its contradictory how can I be and abstract expressionist without feelings to express Damnit i have felt enough for the year I would say. i need a break!@


I am just saying right now and I dont know for how long I want off the express train
but the worst part is I know there is no way off....and this is killing me . I wont take anymore bullshit anymore and to me life has been a bunch of bullshit and bullshitters including big time myself.

ok back to turning the brain off.. bye bye

Sunday, May 11, 2008

i haven't been here for awhile but i am here now and I haven't stopped creating.
For the titles of these images goto my myspace page in my picture section

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Sunday, March 30, 2008

Venus' Wrath on Psyche"

can't seem to get the camera to capture the shimmer and the darker colors at once..so here is one without the gold glowing

"Venus' wrath on Psyche"

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going beyond again

back to mythology . I have a list of archetypes that i had planned on doing.
now its time for cupid and psyche. the story of cupid and psyche....i have 6 images of that story i want to do. so I will begin today.

I fell like a shuck for being so mean.i was in a really bad space that day I went off one here....

I ve had a great response to the Sun arising series....to my dissatisfaction. why? cuz i have no clue how i did it... i had a vision of one spot , the gold at the top. and so I created starting there. I had a week , i was so tired i couldn't create, but I saw that one spot and as soon as i had the energy i did it.

hopefully it will come again? i will wait for the urge. I am going to paint over tibet bells and maybe song.

but only when I have the impulse. We'll see after my trip to italy and england maybe i will have more vision....

so now i am excited to do cupid and psyche.

Saturday, March 29, 2008

grumpy old italian men

so i saw first hand how horrible it would be to continue on with such vulgar mean reactions to people or their art or whatever. It is my Italian nature , i guess I learned it from my dad and I am pretty good as you may witness to blogs preceding this one.
lack of respect I had. I am so glad when I learn lessons quickly....

I sat at the coffee shop with some really grumpy judgmental old men they wouldn't shut up and I witness myself in action. The lack of tolerance and the stubbornness and the lack of allowing for varying opinions.

boy what kind of perspective I had...what a hate that eats away at me internally.
I actually threw up after I wrote that blog yesterday...maybe that bad side of me came out cuz i am sick, ya i finally have an explanation for all the ailments i have been going through for a week.

i have a fever today.

but to digress to a inhumane bitch is not so good.

Let it Be, whispering words of wisdom

Let it Be

really what am I expecting everyone to be the same? you'd think from what I wrote.

how ridiculous and outrageously stupid of me.

we all have expressions.

and I ask forgiveness for the weapon of my vile judgment and mouth.

Friday, March 28, 2008

and

i DONT care if you DONT like My art work , then to me even better and fine,,, we're even!

at least

no matter what i do its drenched with disgusting unhinged unhidden passion.
give me a bottle of puke and I'll make something with your purge.
fuck this other oh la ti da shit, some art makes me so fucking angry i could spit in the face of the artist---
and i would you can count on it.

Ive done similar b4 to people who just cross that line.



Fuck effort


i dont want to see effort.. ya I give you and E for Effort and a P for producitve
but and F for your shit FUCKING SUCKS A HORSES ASS!

Fuck your exhibits and representations and explanations it means sSHITTT to me. I wouldn't care two rat's asses if that what being represented costs having that type of work


then fuck those who represent. they are just as FUCKING clueless too.

LOrd above so help me if I ever ever at the end of my life ever produce a piece of shit like those. I'll never forgive myself.

learning and chruning with absraction

well, the only valuable abstraction i have sone is the new sun arising. at least to me.
It was premeditated.
should I wait for this again?? i think i will try... its different this process. I dont want to waste canvas. I may paint over a couple I have done. I have just been messing, and yes a mess they are...with colors and not really knowing what I am doing. I think ya have to think these abstractions through.
like the new sun arising was a yearning , certain parts of it i had already visualized.
i think I need to let it well up inside then go onto the canvas... I seriously will not waste my paint nor canvas any more until this happens again.
but on the bright side, the translation of an image being of only color and my recent images with the figures are starting to make sense. I realize I am wantiing to focus even more on the color placement and amount or line quality and shape and blending, thinking more about it b4 i just rush.
Not that my images that I had completed that were a whirlwind of experience are bad at all I have done some major work this way, but slowing down the process is interesting to my thought process while I am doing it.
hopefully this makes sense....

it doesnt always work but it is coming together.

my morphine



gillian welch played by these ladies they do a good job not as good as gillian though, but I lovw this song, woke up singing it this morning...

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Oh Suzanna

even though this image may seem insignificant I learned a gusto eye opener that I hope tomorrow when i apply it , it shall take me where I need to start going

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Tuesday, March 25, 2008

New Sun Arising march 24 2008


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Wednesday, March 19, 2008

this is really funny

i swear the movie eragon and his dragon remind me of me and my cat leo.
haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

seriously
i think the brilliant teenager that wrote this book has a cat and a obviously a great imagination. and he obviously love his cat as much as I do mine. and has a great relationship with him that even he as much as even I could picture myself and my leo being a dragon and well yes I told ya this is funny

but everytime i watch the relationship between the two ( the boy and the dragon) it reminds me o me and me kitty. :0

?

not sure but painting feels good so i bought more paints... the new territory..230$ worth of it...hoping to gain from this movement in this direction,
just beginning::

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