Cileartist Evocative Imaging , journal entries

Blinded by truth?

I was blind but now I can see.

Amazing grace for sure. What The lesson for today learned is a revelation to me.

How can someone go through all of their life blindfolded? Think a certain way only to have the rug pulled out from under them. Are we ever to old to learn? I think not and I do not mind admitting when I am wrong.

I have been called many things but I have always believed in truth. I must admit to be so old I am very sheltered. This makes me seem childlike in my beliefs. Well I now believe only half of what I see and hear. I know that I will eventually get burned if I put too much faith in everyone Selective is the key.

Dont be thinking poor thing. No this is a good lesson. It protects you from harm. Self preservation is a necessity now days.

So what am I running off at the mouth about?

The internet.

While it is a very good thing you eventually get the good with the bad. It is a new world out there.

I will be blogging this subject more in the future. I think having our right to privacy is more important than the advance of tech.

I have already changed my identity twice on face book and flickr and now that twitter has come along I may have to revise my sites once again.

OE is doing a good job of keeping the security up and I am thankful for that.

Gold and it039;s weight

How do we see our self in the mirror? A mirage of visionary illusions or maybe delusions?
What if our eyes could see how others view our mirrored image would we be shocked?

As with sound images are subjective. You and I may not see the same color red as red but we will probably agree that the image on the screen is a digital image or film image based on contrast bit depth and refresh rate Quoted by.
John Dykstra

Into the future

The future is unknown and always faced with apprehension. No matter how much we prepare for it the x factor is missing. As I write about it there is a feeling of doom in the pit of my stomach. So I create sifi pictures. Something that has not yet come to pass. Like a quest for the Holy Grail. Just as there was yesterday and today tomorrow will come. I want so many thing to come true. I wish my dreams would be answered. I wish to find the knowledge I seek. I wish for happiness. I wish to be at peace with my self. I wish for us. I wish for you. I wish...I wish... i wish.... I cry.

The Present.....

The Present

The past present and future. We have reviewed the past and now move into the present. It can sometimes be chaotic confusing and unfair but it is during this time of our journey we get to make it right before we step into the future. So every day we do the best we can. We try and figure out the why. We get to make it right before we go to sleep for when we wake up it will be tomorrow and that is our future. We get to do this over and over. It is the never ending story of life. If today we can tell some one they are loved or say we are sorry or thank them for making life a little better saying we are sorry or just remembering past times with a smile or more.

so before I go to sleep
This is dedicated to the one I love.

While Im far away from you my baby
I know its hard for you my baby
Because its hard for me my baby
And the darkest hour is just before dawn

Each night before you go to bed my baby
Whisper a little prayer for me my baby
And tell all the stars above
This is dedicated to the one I love
love can never be exactly like we want it to be

I could be satisfied knowing you love me
and theres one thing I want you to do
especially for me
And its something that everybody needs

While Im far away from you my baby
Whisper a little prayer for me my baby
Because its hard for me my baby
And the darkest hour is just before dawn

If theres one thing I want you to do especially for me
Then its something that everybody needs

Each night before you go to bed my baby
Whisper a little prayer for me my baby
And tell all the stars above
This is dedicated to the one I love
This is dedicated to the one I love
This is dedicated to the one I love
This is dedicated to the one I love

A gallery of PAST from :Past Present and Future

Some pictures that represent the past to me personally. Like my cover picture.. The broken Mirror is how I found it resting against a standing fireplace. The rest of the house was gone. Swept away by the great surge from the Gulf as Katrina took houses three deep in its path on the Mississippi Gulf Coast. Does the broken mirror represent seven years of hell to come?

An update to this journal
Another year has passed and we are still behind recovery due to redtape.
On this years anniversary President Obama said he will not condone any more redrape standing in the way of Louisianas recovery.

I will give you an update same time same place next year.

Nudes

She can fly now

She is the Goddess of nature

Se is the dreamer

She is the explorer

she is temptation

sometimes in the shadow

sometimes in the light

and sometimes even me

A crop that breaks the rule but works for me.

I would never have cropped this picture of two dancers in such a tight way. Somethings happen quite by accident and you say... damn I like it. I actually liked it so much it has taken the position of my computers wallpaper. I look at it every day and each day I love it more . What I love most about art is the creation . There is no right or wrong because rules are meant to be broken that is how new art is found

Keep on dancing and I will never close a door to a new path.

window of opportunity

Are you ready for your window of opportunity?

the consequences of a lost chance rarely close the doors to future choice. But they narrow them to alternatives that are all relatively unfavorable in comparison with earlier possibilities. by sidney hook

grab on to the wind and sail to your destiny.

my touch seems to be a parasox

My hand is viewed through a cover of softness. My touch is like velvet.
The softest of stuff in the world
Penetrates quickly the hardest;
Insubstantial it enters
Where no room is by LAOTZU

The way of life seems to be a paradox sometimes. To Me.

memories stored for a rainy day

20 yrs ago I bought a beautiful hammered brass cuff bracelet with a blue stone . The artist who made it had her initials engraved on the inside. That was when I took her picture. Being Native American she was terrified that I had taken her soul away with my camera. As I walked away I looked back and our eyes met. That memory her sitting on a blanket in the town square of Santa fee New Mexico has never tarnished. Twenty years later I went back and tried to find her. No one knew of her she had just vanished some said they recalled the name but not her. I wondered had I taken her soul away that day in the square?

I have returned many times but never do I take a picture of any Native Americans.

cile039;s journal post of the day

Come sit with me and we can talk. Its hot already . The kind of hot that makes your clothes stick to your body. Sale signs mark the start of a long endless holiday for children. We can drink iced tea to cool off and watch the children play. We are both in white. White reflects the sun. We will pass the time away and share cooking secrets. It will be nice. Do come and sit a spell

My Journals and what they are all about

A self portrait of me at work. I believe in enjoying work. I am sometimes a mother wife friend lover photographer poet writer and more. This is me cileartist and I will journal whatever the day may bring into my life. Go to the Journal of the day because you never know just what I may post.

cile039;s journal post of the day

Holding on to time.

She waits for the midnight hour.
As fast as the wind comes so does
death blowing out the light that
flickers in her soul.

The time she holds is a reminder
of past present and future dreams.
Dreams are her reality into
the now of her mind.

Until that time comes she waits.
Wanda closed her eyes for the
last time yesterday. This is a
tribute to a loved memory.
You will be missed.
Goodbye.