Category Archives: Inspiration

The Goodbye Window

Dear Ones,

It is a sad day for America and the world. Our country and planet are in danger.

We’re saying goodbye to one of the greatest men, one of the greatest presidents to ever live. So much has been written and said by others, I had no idea what I could write, or how to say goodbye today.

When M was little, and in preschool, if he or other children were having a hard time separating from parents, saying goodbye at drop off, there was a little window, near the front door, and a teacher would hold M up to the window on the inside, and I was outside, and we said goodbye, blowing kisses, and waving at the goodbye window, and then he would be OK, and so would I.

So, back then, I made this:

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The Goodbye Window

 

This was a poster I had made during the 2012 election:

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And this was inspired by the First Family’s 2016 holiday / Christmas card photo:

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Thank you, President Barack Hussein Obama.

Thank you, First Lady, Michelle Obama.

Thank you, First Daughters, Malia and Sasha.

Thank you, First Dogs, Sunny and Bo.

President Barack Obama boards Air Force One at Norman Manley International Airport prior to departure from Kingston, Jamaica en route to Panama City, Panama, April 9, 2015. (Official White House Photo by Pete Souza)
President Barack Obama boards Air Force One at Norman Manley International Airport prior to departure from Kingston, Jamaica en route to Panama City, Panama, April 9, 2015. (Official White House Photo by Pete Souza)

Looking through the many pictures and waving goodbye, through the screens, or waving goodbye in our hearts inside, while you’ll wave back to us, no doubt, and we already miss you, tearing ourselves away and muttering yes, we can, we have to, but its super scary, and its real, and can we really?  It is such a long fall downwards from the high bar you set.

Thank you, Mr. President, Our President.

Thank you, to everyone who’s been marching and fighting for justice for decades, or days, and to those who have not started yet, but will.

Thank you, to all the artists, writers, musicians, singers, comedians, journalists, filmmakers, dancers, scientists, organizers, activists, dreamers and believers in all that is good in the world because we need everyone to pitch in more. We need many voices and art and comedy and film and songs and it will be  oxygen, a compass, and a way through and over and out of hopelessness, despair, and defeat. As it always is.

M is 10, and he came with me vote in 2008, 2012, and 2016, and he worries about more then a child should have to, because he feels and sees the truth, like so many children do, and he and many others are  deeply sad today. And it shouldn’t be this way; that children  everywhere are afraid and sad because a new president is taking office in the United States of America.

And we, the grown ups, somehow have to explain how this happened, how we’ll protect him, how we’ll continue to work to try to change things.

Every single child needs protection and love and clean air and water  and shelter and food and education, and we as a country already fall terribly short on that, but it could get worse.

It is impossible to explain to M how a dangerous bully tyrant, a most unfit to serve man is going to be in charge and is already working to dismantle life as we know it here and in the world.

So we tell him the truth: Yes, this is really bad. We look forward to the impeachment process to begin as soon as possible.

We stay who we are. We fight back. We don’t give up.

Be well and safe,

Love and Peace.

Elana

Snowy night films

Dear Readers,

Two documentary films are going to be on tonight,
Saturday, January 7, 2017 and both are at 8pm.

Life Animated will be on A & E and is a stunningly
beautiful film.

Bright Lights: Starring  Carrie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds will be on HBO.

And…
Here’s our cat watching the snowfall this morning.

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Hope all are safe, cozy and warm.

Peace,

Elana

Love & peace for 2017

Dear Readers,

It’s been almost a year since I’ve written here.

Been dealing with lots of health stuff, and so much has happened here and around the country and world. There’s been way too much collective grief, hurt, disappointment, anger, and harm done to children and innocents everywhere. Aleppo, Syria alone makes me question humanity, makes me wonder (again and again) if mercy is only for some and not all. It seems so.

All the pain in the world, in all the corners where lives were cut short, or were ruined, families torn apart, or obliterated. Like no one learns from history and our species
seems hell bent on self and planet destruction.

The many stars, artists, thinkers, humans who left us.

The election.

In the midst of this, and everyone’s individual private or public life battles, people go on and live. Remarkably, people continue working,  laughing, making art, pushing forward. We all do what we have to do to get by, and there’s no way through it but through it. Which sucks a lot of the time. And this year has been difficult for many, and these are extraordinary times. Lots of WTF?! Seriously?! And now what?!

I don’t know about you, but I could do with a minimum three-month long hibernation right about now.

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My hopes and wishes for the New Year include love and peace, clean water, fresh air, good food, safety, freedom, justice, more kindness, an end to cruelty of all kinds,  for science and facts to (eventually, and before its entirely too late)  win the day, and for the wildlife creatures and seas and skies to keep on and keep on while we each find our own ways to keep going, be with those we love, and resist  and organize peacefully so we can work to get our democracy back for everyone.

Love,

Elana

 

So I painted flowers

Dear Readers,

This bunch of flowers

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Inspired this painting:

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I think I was also thinking of this stamp from 1977.

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But didn’t realize until after  I made this:

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Nothing changes, everything changes, and we still want to believe.

Peace for one. Peace for all.

With much love,

Elana

A Painting of a Bird

Dear Readers,

A few weeks ago, Max came into my office/studio and said, “I’m bored.”
I offered him a few options. One was to paint. He said, “Yes!”

I asked if he wanted paper or canvas. He chose the canvas board, then picked out
a few of my brushes and I helped him set up his workspace on the dining room table.
He didn’t want an easel, saying, “Painting flat is better for me.”
I helped him put out colors (he wanted the acrylics), water, some rags and paper towel.

He was clear on which colors he wanted to start with (blues) and what he wanted to paint (a bird).

While painting, he called me over and asked:
“What do you think of this color?”

I replied,”What do YOU think?”
Then I continued, “Max, I love your color choices. But its your painting. You get to decide if you like it, if you want to change it, if the colors are the ones you want. Really, all that matters here is if YOU like it. If you’re happy with  it.”

He carried on. M used a lot of water and realized that if he tilts the painting, that very watery paint will run.  Instead of it potentially being a “oh, no, my painting is ruined” moment, we used this discovery for good.  M took it in stride. I showed him how he could dab off extra water if he wanted, and explained that even if it ran, that he could choose to keep it as part of the painting.

Then he said, “I’m really interested in making a realistic eye for the bird. All my pieces have some realism in them.”  He spent a lot of time on the eye and he talked more about how important it was for him to do.

M said it was a painting of a Robin and also of a Flamingo, but didn’t want to title the painting too specifically.

So, here it is, “A Painting of a Bird” by Max  Halberstadt Turits, August 2015,  11″x 14″ acrylic on canvas board.

A Painting of a Bird by Max 2015
A Painting of a Bird by Max 2015

Love and peace,

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