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| Big City 18" X 24" Oils on gallery wrapped canvas Finished sides, back stapled, ready to hang needs no frame $475.00 Here is the quote that goes with this work: “We are not innocent children victimized by a big bad world; if our world is big and bad, we made it that way. This is what the Buddha taught. The “other” is the child’s bogey-man, the projection of our own fears onto a terrifying object of our imagination, which in turn terrorizes us. Our ignorance is not seeing that we are the other. We cannot afford to confuse innocence with this ignorance. Violence is not a permanent, immutable, fixed object. It is a state of mind, an expression of ignorance, with no more solid substance than a cloud. We cannot make a frontal attack on violence. Even protecting ourselves from it fuels its bogey-man existence. But the Buddha taught that we can change. This was his good news: that there is a way to alleviate suffering by freeing our minds from greed, anger, and ignorance. Yet until we apprehend the ways in which we are Oklahoma City, the bombs and the baby bears, the victims and the violators, we will continue to blame “them,” all the while proclaiming our innocence and evading our responsibilities.” ~Helen Tworkov ‘Big City’ is a memory I have. A memory of my first night alone in a big city, knowing no one, no one knowing me. Being invisible in a crowd and feeling exposed, naked. It the memory of my first night as a homeless youth, it is about being scared and wide-eyed. It is about being scared but not a coward. It is about remaining that wide-eyed girl, in a strange city and feeling free for the first time in my life. I could become anyone, become anything… it was all up to me. It is about being hungry, being lost, being unloved and unseen. It is about making this life as beauty-full as I can, and not letting fear ever tell me what I am or what I am worth… or stopping me from taking the risk of living in the unknown. It is about accomplishments, failure and learning that there is no growth without risk. It’s about becoming, that first night, in the cold, naked and uneducated, becoming “I AM”. It is about leaving the comfort of the known and flying free to become the real Me. It is about uniting myself internally, so that I could become someone that mattered to myself and the world at large too. It is a touchstone for me, it is a memory that I hold dear. It is the declaration that I have become that person I have always needed. It is about freedom. Freedom is what you do with whats been done to you. It’s about owning nothing and still having it all. This is what I did with my Thanksgiving holiday, I embraced my loved ones, I ate great food, I painted like a mad woman. I flew, I sang, I danced, I embraced truth and love and gratitude. I share this moment with you all because it is important to say, “I see you”, “I am you”, I Am and you Are too. I hope you enjoyed your holiday too, in the way that feels most right to you and yours, and that you know that you are not alone in this world. There will always be something to believe in, I believe in us, I believe in you, and I believe in me too. Love to all, Heather PS. The oranges are a little too bright in these pictures, they are a little softer than these images imply, They are glow-y and thick with paint…and her face appears patchy in these pictures, I assure you this is just wet paint, she is flawless...just FYI. |
