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Know your power
link your heaven to your earth
grow into your crown.
This lady of the Basque, Andramari, came out of left field for me this week. I wrote the poem decades ago and she decided she wanted to be painted five days ago.
She encompasses Justice, Water, Sorcery, and Divination, and punishes liars and thieves.
•Hands of Old•
Remember all the ones you carry
that one for kindness, another for learning
one for caring, for giving, for feeding
All those hands you have worn in other times and places.
All those hands you will wear in other times and places.
for you never walk alone.
Remember blond irises, blinking in the dark. The forest rising, minuscule drips of morning rain waking you in soft ground.
Mist wraps you up and you stare at yourself lying there amongst the growing.
Believe in memories.
A new publication for this old Californian Desert.
Naked skin across the dunes and all you can see are the snakes waiting, your eyes wide open still cannot reach that far behind the rocks.
Prickle heat crawling up your legs.
Will not move
The straw hats have long ago shredded your thoughts, still attached.
Lay there imagining waters so blue and shiny, to drown the crickets. But they get louder and the magic refuses to happen.
'Where to?' I hear
'Stand still... Take me where I can stand still".
Once upon a time, a 9 year old Bon was bullied into a two week coma. Afterwards, while my facial bones healed, I painted to kill the hours. My mom stopped me from finishing the black layers* on these because I was going to mess up the hospital bed and they ended up in the trash can unfinished.
Little I knew my cousin sneaked the little paintings out of there (then forgot all about them). Skip forward 30 years to a month ago. They were clearing up space in the attic, came across them and my uncle thought it would be a great idea to mail these to me to commemorate 30 years since my face crash.
They do smell weird and they are making me cringe a little, but thank you crazy diamonds family of mine, you saved me then and you save me now. Also, thank you 9 year old Bon for waking up, what a ride has been so far, you little hard nut.
(*I have now filled in the block black layers as originally intended)
"Memories happen to be uncertain friends when recalled by forgotten notes. Coded messages, poison letters".
The last few years have been spent like this. I finally tracked down some of the works in their new homes.
Most travelled way more than me!
Returned to London for these abstract commissions. Sizes varied slightly but all are around 6'x9'. Thanks Teddy Baden.
I think I may have mentioned my grandma before, she was a force of nature. Since I moved into this new home, she's more present than ever, something tells me she would have loved it here. Maybe it is the atrium in the heart of the house that she would have filled up with giant geraniums or the fact that there are a lot of yellow hues. She used to say "Yellow is the colour of crazy people" and golden gems like that aside, she taught me so many things, so many important things, that I am still working most of them out 20 years later.
This painting is her, how I remember her. The Picasso it is based on was her favourite calendar page that hung in her kitchen no matter the month, year after year.
The duality in her face is a nod to that old chestnut about "eyes in the back of every woman's head" and in her case, also her uncanny ability to see a person throughout.
The Gernika bull head in her skirt, because that's where she lived for many years. The blood tear to a horse in her heart is the horror of the Spanish civil war that scarred her bones, not that she would have ever admitted to it. The many hats she had to wear, the red lips and nails to her last breath, her magic silver hair, so full of fire and her eyes, golden, for she had seen beyond.
"Indarra adeitasuna bidez" is the last thing she ever said to me knowing I was about to run away to never meet again.
"Strength through Kindness"
I spent a lovely half morning with Tammy Sioux, scouting her horse ranch in Joshua tree, CA.
We have a new music video coming up for the very talented Bonnie Montgomery, all the way from Little Rock, Arkansas.
Catch them if you can on their tour's California leg:
Wed April 22 'The Wayfarer', Costa Mesa
Fri April 24 'Pappy & Harriet's', Pioneer Town
Sat April 25 'The King's Inn' Los Angeles.
After the full moon eclipse last night and collecting over 500 pictures we went for brunch and got talking and then we made a little experimental short to one of Mesquite Treason's songs. I promise you not people staring at windows were involved.
There's no doubt in my bones that Georgia O'Keefee, Chavela Vargas and my grandma hang out in some kitchen cooking with roses and singing and dancing and painting each others' bodies, half drunken and howling at the dark. I know because when the Moon is fat, she howls back.
Sweet dreams this morning with the three of them talking softly over each other and laughing like hyenas.
Always a nice surprise to find a forgotten notebook.
Marker pens. White-Out. Pumpkins.
Happy month of October everyone!