Category Archives: Drawing

“Hands up, don’t shoot”

Dear Readers,

It is the one year anniversary of the killing of Michael Brown, age 18, in Ferguson, MO.

I made this shortly after I learned about the incident and posted about it here.

Don't Shoot!
Don’t Shoot!

And there have been so many horrific deaths since.

It feels never ending.

Sending love.

Elana

In colors and light to sparkle and shine

Dear Readers,

There is too much going on to write about.

Does that make sense?

Is it a cop out? I don’t know.

I have this:

Last week we had another snowstorm here and there was a snow day. From the safe, warm inside the house, I took these first thing in the morning.

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I thought of my grandmother, Luba (z”l), who had a gorgeous glass collection in her home by the sea.

I was four when she died  way too young, and my memories of her are fuzzy, contained in pictures and in stories from others, but I remember her soft touch on my skin and her closet, dressing up, and being happy with her; the way she brushed my hair.  I remember that the bottles and glass pieces were lined up on little shelves built into the window that looked out on the little bay. I could never possibly recreate that, such a dream spot, peaceful, with the water always there, the grasses waving and shells I gathered.  The pink rose bushes and monarch butterflies and the paved walk way and that breeze coming off the water on a warm day.

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I have spent my life trying to capture color in my own bottles, hanging things, in art, in scarves and clothing and shoes.  In the light. Always searching for and finding color and marveling at the way the light hits glass, even in a snowstorm, even when it is cold, even when all is swirling, such as snow or wars outside, or ideas in my head, or good or bad things that happen. And how one responds–to the good or the bad.

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I choose color and sometimes black and white.  Always, always, searching for the way the light hits. Waiting for the sparkle and shine. Letting tears fall and then laughing.

Much love & peace,

Elana



Icy cold outside, warm inside-thank you

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Dear Readers,

I’m working on a new post for soon, but just wanted to say:
Thank you and Welcome
to all the new followers of recent weeks
and days as well as everyone who’s been here
a long time.

I hope you stay warm enough or cool enough.
Wherever you may be on the planet,
I’m so glad you’re here, too.

Love &

EHgreenthankssm

Robin Williams and wanting to hide under covers

Dear Readers,

After what feels like months of crying over so many things, the news yesterday of Robin William’s death hit me hard. Like so many others, I wish I could stay home and hide under the covers. It’s hard to get up and go out and be in the world.

I wrote this last night as my Facebook status–it is all that I can manage for now.

“Can hardly even write through tears at learning of the loss of this deeply talented man. He made me laugh out loud and he made me cry and I loved him from the Mork & Mindy days, and beyond. So sad to lose a great artist who brought joy, love, and laughter to our world which is in desperate need of joy, love, and laughter. Robin Williams was truly one of a kind.

Thank goodness he shared his tremendous gifts with us for as long as he could. Carpe diem.”

I made this quick sketch this morning because I woke up with eyelashes that stuck together because I cried myself to sleep and I had to force my eyes open, and wash away dried tears, and this was all I could do.

I made this  before going out into the world, which is harsh, but also beautiful, in which no one is safe, really, no one is, from heartache and sadness. And many of us  (is it all of us?) fight that feeling, to hide under covers, to stay home, to give up.

Please don’t give up today. Please seize this day, even while crying and sad. Please be kind to your self and others. If you need help, please reach for it. There is always a need for more hugs and understanding. There is always a need for more love, joy, and laughter.

http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/

With love,

RobinWilliams