Showing posts with label Native American. Show all posts
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Saturday, April 23, 2016

Art, Faerie, Amanda Palmer, and musings…


I dreamt of my mother last night.  We sat and talked on her bed in the room my parents had while I was growing up.  It felt like a death-regret talk.  The kind I have had with the old and dying about what they wish had been different in their life.   My mom died when she was 50 of breast cancer,  I was 12.  In the dream she was frustrated because she couldn’t figure out what she wanted.  She was filled with anger and jealousy, both directed at me and at others.  She was a hugely creative person, very kind and empathetic.  She felt the pain of others too much.  I think it tapped into her own pain and so was really uncomfortable.  At that time tools for processing the issues in our lives were not very well known and definitely on the fringe.  She was too scared to dig deep, too afraid of the shadow.  She was never able to access her voice, her needs, and her mission.  She did for others to the point of loosing herself.  I believe this caused a level of resentment and discontent that opened the door to illness and ultimately her death.  In the dream I asked if she was open to hearing my thoughts.  I have felt for most of my life that her mission was to help others through her creativity.  In the dream she said no, she wasn’t open to me, she was angry and too locked into her dysfunctional pattern.  I think the dream had everything to do with where I am in my life right now…  and also the book I just finished earlier that evening.



It was Amanda Palmers “The Art of Asking”.  It is an extraordinary story of Amanda’s journey of fully stepping into her “Artist” self and her life.  Her process of recognizing and making peace with the doubting voices in her head.  She calls them the “Fraud Police” and boy do I identify with those voices. It is a story of her powerful connection to her fans, fans she has built up almost one by one by being open and real with them, constantly connecting with them through social media.  It is a story of their relationship and how they help each other, a true symbiotic relationship.  It is the story of loyalty and ultimately of Love…  Amanda’s to her fans, her fans to her, allowing the love from her husband Neil Gaimon ( an amazing author whom I adore), and the story of the profound love between her and her dearest friend Anthony.  But mostly it is about Amanda learning how to love Amanda.  Not only did she go against the “Fraud Police” in her head but also she went against the established music profession, selling directly to her fans and supporters to staggering success!  Really it is the story of a person stepping fully into herself and believing in herself against huge odds and finding Love…  it was in her all along as mirrored to her by her fans and the ones closest to her.  This book touched me deeply.  I resonated with it on so many levels.  Especially now with change visiting my life in a huge way…

As most of you know I am stepping out as a fine artist.  I seem to be in a process of changing my creative expressions from events to painting.  I am still creating beautiful events but they are not as prominent in my consciousness.  

My studio jammed packed with paintings

This is the first time in my life where I am creating art for myself…  creating what comes through me with no particular person in mind to receive it.  In the past when I would create it would start with the client first.  I would create for them specifically.  My work was no less full of love and creativity but the prompting point was different.  These pieces that I am creating now are truly of/from me.  

"Grizzly" 4' by 4'

They have nothing to do with another person so there is no one to hide behind.  These are pure expressions of my creativity, of Spirit, of Love.  The animals that I paint are real to me.  They have personalities and messages.  

"Little Big Mouse" 4' by 3'

I feel vulnerable putting these out there for people.  It is a raw and scary place.  My fraud police have been rather loud lately.  Yet at the same time this feels so beautiful and what I am supposed to do!  I am also leaning the process of letting them go.  Of detaching from them and allowing them to go to their respective homes, but it seem to be a bit challenging.  

                                                                "Mouse" 4' by 3'

As to what to charge for them…  that is a huge Pandora’s box.  I simultaneously feel like millions are not enough and “Oh my God, people will never pay for my art”.  Quite the process this is!  As some of you know my sweetheart and I also need to move this year.  The ranch where I live and work is selling so we need to go.  On all levels I feel like I am being asked to dig deep, change, back myself up and believe in Me. 
"Bee" still in progress  24" by 24"

I realize that I am in the same process that Amanda went through.  I think I am finally, once and for all learning how to believe in myself.  Finding my connection to my life’s mission, to my God(ess), my source and trusting that.  Letting go of the “fraud police” or at least recognizing when they are talking.  Amanda is living life “full on fearless” as a friend of mine used to say.  What a beautiful, regret-less life.  She puts everything out there for all to see and lives Her life!  So… thank you Amanda for your hard fought wisdom.  I am hearing you.  I am embracing this journey and loving it.  Each day I believe more and more in who I am and my creativity.  I am learning how to put myself out there and trust.  Now if I could just get this social media thing down.

When last I blogged (ages ago…  sorry!) I was getting ready for an art opening at my home.  It was wonderful, lots of fun (once it started, I was stressing pretty hard up to that point), and many people came.  

The entrance table showing a giclee print.

We set up in our garden and all around the house.  It felt so right to hang all the animal paintings in nature.  They belong there.  Except for a some bird offerings (poop) they fared well and looked amazing! 

Just outside the front of the house…

We hung the smaller paintings in the arbor where the feasting table usually sits…

I sold a couple of paintings, the colorful Wolf above on the left, the Eagle shown below, the man that commissioned me to paint his dog came by and picked up his painting.  

"Fox" 3' by 3' and "Eagle" 3' by 4'

I also sold a few prints of my paintings.   I am offering limited edition giclee prints of all my work.  They look amazing in print.  Quite a heady experience! Go to my etsy store for more info or leave me a message.  Not all my paintings are in the store yet…  I need a social media manager…  that will work for free… 

So on that note I am super excited to announce I am in another art show at a beautiful store here in Santa Barbara called Paradise Found.  


It is a soul-centered store that sells Spiritual books, and gifts, crystals, music and so many beautiful things.  I have been hanging paintings in there getting ready for the show on May 5th and enjoying seeing them on the walls. 


They fit there.  It feels so right!  I think I have found their audience, the painting’s people!  I really hope the animals love it there and that in turn, they are loved.  


In Santa Barbara every month we have an artist-opening-day called First Thursday.  It is an opportunity for many of the shops on our main drag to stay open late, offer refreshments and showcase the local artists work.  I will be there for the first Thursday of May, the 5th.  


If you are in the area I would love to see you.  The store is open all day but the art reception part starts at 5:30 and goes until 7ish.  I am so happy to get my work out there more.  I have been great at producing it but not so great at getting the word out there.  I am trying to remedy that now.  


On Memorial Day weekend I am venturing out to my Spiritual home, New Mexico for another art show.  Taos is having an Arts and Crafts fare on May 29th through the 31st in Kit Carson park and I will be in it.  Also on June 11th and 12th I will be in Santa Fe for their huge Arts and Crafts fair in the town square.  I am hitching a small trailer to my old truck and taking my paintings on the road.  I think they fit well in the Southwest so here goes.  Hopefully my truck will make it…  I wonder if my mechanic would like a painting in exchange for getting my truck road worthy…  hmmmm….  If any of you are in the Santa Fe or Taos area please come by and visit.  I would love an encouraging word and to connect with the folks in the land of blog/FB. 

I also created a line of note cards based on the painting and I am selling them in my etsy store… here is a link. https://www.etsy.com/shop/TriciaSaroya?ref=hdr_shop_menu


I have also been steadily working on a deck of divination cards based on the paintings.  There will be around 28 to 32 of them,  3.5" by 5".  Each will have a side that is the same design so you can turn them over and pull a card based on your intuition and not on an image that is distracting you.

The plain side that is on all of them…

The other side will have an image of an animal embellished with symbols and pretty adornment.  Each one is a different animal, with a number that takes you to a booklet with their message in it. 


I am finally just about finished.  

I think I have a manufacturer however if any of you have ideas I would love to hear them.  


Carolyn Turgeon the editor of Faerie Magazine and author of many beautiful myth/faerie stories is running them by some contacts in the publishing world for me.  


Wouldn’t that be extraordinary to get picked up by a major publisher!!!!!  


One way or another I should have them out there in the world this summer.  In the mean time I have just ordered a line of note cards based on the Divination card images. 


 I didn't put the name or number on the note cards, just the embellished animal image.



I thought they were so pretty I wanted to offer them in another format. 


I should have them in a week and will upload them to my store.  Sooo much going on!

Speaking of Carolyn, she and her entourage are flying out to do another cover shoot for Faerie Magazine with me.  As you may or may not remember I designed and set up the last cover shoot for the Spring edition with the lovely Kristina Anapau as our model.   This edition is in the stores now.


Here are some behind the scene shots of our day.

My friend Laura Cogan of Passion Flowers, helping me create the magic…



Carolyn and I…  yes I am an adoring fan…

 The Spring issue also has a spread of a shoot I did a while back and was holding onto for something special.


It ended up in the magazine of course, I just love them!!!  This shoot was inspired by the Pre-Raphaelites and based loosely on Waterhouse’s Lady of Shalott painting.


 Lots of fun and flowers… just the thing!



My friend Shirlie Kemp shot everything to perfection.  

Here are some behind the scenes of that shoot…  always so much prep goes into these…


My sweetheart Vince Chafin built a platform in the trees so Shirlie could shoot back towards the boat.
That's him in the tree and me in the lagoon.


Below you can see her face, she is not only a lovely photographer but a sweetheart as well.

Shirlie and me…

 More pictures of the magazine and the shoot we did with Kristina Anapau.




This next shoot will be for the Autumn issue and will be BEAUTIFUL!  It is inspired by the Pre-Raphaelite painters again with lots of flowers and romance, set in nature.  Think Nights in shinning armor, magical portals to the Faerie realm, mystical, abandoned Victorian tea tables out in the woods…. Very excited to be a part of this special and magical magazine!  I will post some outtake pictures after we are done, (if ok with Carolyn). 

I think that catches you up for now.  Wish me luck at First Thursday and in New Mexico.   It is time to connect these painting beings with their people! 

Blessings to you always and thanks for journeying with me!!!


Tricia

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Gratitude and Amazement!!!!!

Hello my blog friends…
Life is sure an amazing ride isn't it?  

(image from Pinterest)

Sometimes if I am conscious enough to pay attention and even actually get out of the way I am stunned into awe over the beauty of it.  I see from time to time some kind of higher power's intention for my life.  I am so grateful for those moments.  They confirm my belief in this higher power who seems to be guiding me, keeping me on some sort of a path of purpose even when I unwittingly try to derail it.  I have been especially aware of this guidance over the last 3 or so years.  


(image from Pinterest)

As many of you know I went through an unexpected divorce almost 3 years ago.  Pain and sorrow had totally taken me, I truly though my life was ending... and in a way it did.  My old life, one that was not quite allowing me to be fully in this world, in my gifts, living, being and loving to the highest was ending.  Something more true and meaningful for me was about to begin, but I sure didn't know it at the time. All I knew was a pain so great I though I would totally be consumed in the intensity of it.  


(image from Pinterest)

At critical points Spirit would send me the most unlikely people who would step in and make pathways for me.  The owner of the ranch I live on figured out how both my ex-husband and I could now live in two houses, in effect paying double rent on the single income I was making.  As I stood by and watched I was astonished at how things would just line up.   This beautiful home magically open up for me, which was everything, I could have asked for.  The ranch workers showed up and loaded up all my worldly belongings on the flat bed trailer and moved it for me.    Everything just kept working out, somehow things were being handled so that I could totally disintegrate.   My new house was a miraculous sanctuary, truly a cocoon for me to hibernate in, to slowly heal in and begin to figure out who I was.  As I did this I examined everything I though I knew about myself.  I looked into new ways of being, discovered old desires and interests and after a time started living again.  Really living...  from my heart not my mind or sense of what I "should" be doing.  


(image from Pinterest)

As I posted before I discovered drumming in an African drum group, which eventually had me in a parade playing my Djembe.  


(thats me in the center with my fellow parade drummers)

I got physical again and started enjoying the miracle that was my strong body.  I took time to enjoy life, not filling every waking moment with activity.  Walks on the beach, time with my friends, workshops in subjects that interested me...  I started to enjoy my life.  

(I started painting again…)



I felt whole and alive again, a true miracle!  Now 3 years later I look at a life… my life…  one that I am so intensely grateful for.  It is very real and so much more me that I could have believed!  I have a Man in my life that shares my interests on a deep level.  


Here we are being silly for a Steampunk wedding that I design with his help

We seem to understand each other and even when the going gets rough we have the tools to get through it.  This is new for me.  I am beginning to believe that we can probably get through anything as we are able to talk in a real way, neither one getting defensive, speaking as much as we are able from what is happening inside us.  We speak and own our feelings without pointing any fingers.  It is a relief to be able to speak what is true for me without hitting a wall of defensiveness.  I used to do the same thing so I am not saying it was all my ex’s fault, these are tools we didn’t have.  We just didn’t communicate well.  Now that seems to be behind me.  I have so much love in my heart for my ex and the life we shared together.  I know I learned a lot.  I wish him the very best and I hope he is able to learn these tools and then find love again.

My Man has also given me the gift of music, bringing this beautiful magic into my life, a magic that I didn’t even know I was missing.  I could never have believed it but I am now singing…  (WOW!) And playing percussion. 
Here we are at a gig with me on the cajon.  That is the back of my Man with such beautiful long hair…

I honesty thought my voice was horrible and that I was unable to carry a tune, I had been told that at a very young age so I have gone through my life believing this.  Now I am astonished that I actually CAN sing.  I am not an Emmy Lou Harris by a long shot but folks don’t run screaming from the room when I open my mouth.  I can get onstage with my man and sing some harmony.  


(Here we are at a gig at the paradise store.  That is me on the left singing with my girlfriends and our men backing us up on instruments.   Believe it or not we actually started out singing acapela in three part harmony with me starting us off !!!!  My knees were knocking BIG TIME!)

(My singing group of gals, Anita on the left plays guitar and ukulele phenomenally well too.  And she has the voice of an angel.  Thats Nancy on the right, you may recognize her as Aunt Louise, a better friend I could never hope to have!  I love them soooo much!!!)

What’s even more fun is I have been playing the Cajon with him at gigs.  Whadayaknow…  me onstage playing!  Truly a miracle I would never have believed possible.   Most Fridays will find us on our porch with close friends making music.  What a gift!


(Thats us on the porch!)

In addition to all the other changes I have been going through lately I also came to a rather large decision…  to change my name.  Originally when my ex-husband and I divorced I chose to keep his last name.  There were so many reasons for this not the least of which was I had a substantial business built up around it.  I think I was also clinging to a life I was not ready to let go of yet.   So, here I was finally happy to be on my own, celebrating a new me, yet with an old name.  A name that was not me, it belonged to someone else.  However it felt so daunting to change it and what would I change it to?  I no longer felt a connection to my family name, it felt like going in reverse to take my maiden name back, and I didn’t want a made up name.  Then one day it hit me …  I would use my middle name, Saroya!  Years ago I had a most wonderful and magical store where I sold Native American art and jewelry.  I called it Saroya Southwest.  


(some of the goodies from my store)

It was one of the happiest times in my life, going on buying trips to the reservations, camping and traveling by myself, bringing back beautiful unique art pieces.  


(more goodies from my store)

It was so powerfully me, just me!  The name Saroya I have always loved, even when I was a kid and no one could say it and I couldn’t even write it.  It was this beautiful exotic name that belonged to me!  I saw myself on camels out in the Sahara with treasures found along the silk road…


(image from Pinterest)

Aladdin’s cave with treasure boxes spilling forth baubles and jewels, incense and flowing caftans…  sigh*  


(image from Pinterest)

(my own collection of Indian Saris)

My version of paradise. 


(image from Pinterest)

I am sure being raised on a Date ranch helped this vision along nicely.  I was now realizing that this is and has always been the real me.  This name represented this beautiful woman inside of me, the woman I was finally letting out, the creative magical artist, the businesswoman, and the woman that loved all things exotic…  it is more me than I had ever realized!   

(Me and my Boho Man!!!)

So I officially changed my old name of Patricia (my Mom’s name) Saroyan Fountaine to Tricia (just me!) Saroya…  yippee!!!!  Bring on the jewels and incense!!!

(image from Pinterest)

So as my life this last year or so has been unfolding in such unexpected and magical ways, I started feeling the need to mark it somehow.  To mark time in a ceremonial way.  I wanted to honor what had been, what is now and what I am calling in.  To ritually and ceremonially officially begin this extraordinary new life.  I understand that life and time is an ebb and flow with no one particular day that is the start or ending.  However I had been feeling for a while that I wanted to go through kind of a rite of passage.  My man had gone out on a vision quest early in our relationship and it peaked my interest.  It seemed a bit scary (I mean really ….  No tea or food for how many days?!!!!!), yet real and as old as time.  I eventually met a wonderful couple that led people, individuals and groups, on quests.  


(Maria and her husband Cliff)

The woman, Maria Bucarro would be the one who would lead me with her partner and mine holding down a base camp while I was out on the mountain.  She is a powerful and deeply loving woman who I had had the pleasure of meeting a few months ago.  Her husband is involved in the Man Kind Project along with my man.  She has a lovely web presence with such compelling writing and beautiful insights; I would encourage you to peruse her wealth of inspiration and guidance. I felt she and her husband were a gift from Spirit answering this need deep inside of me, so I signed up and began the prep work.  She had me do lots of emotional work, looking within, creating time lines of my life, and doing lots of writing.  We would get together and talk, do ceremonial work and really cement what it was I needed from this quest.  It was beautiful and I began to understand that the quest had already started and would culminate with my time on the mountain.  This was exactly what I wanted and needed.  I learned a great deal about myself through this process.
So after much work I was ready to start the fast on the mountain part of the quest.  We all went up to the foothills of the Sierras and created a base camp where they would be for the next several days and where I would launch from.  My camp was not too far from them, but out of sight and hearing (except when I was drumming they could hear that).  

(a feather that Maria gifted me that was in the medicine circle the whole time I was on my quest, photo is from my incredibly gifted Man)

For a couple of days leading up to when I left camp on my own we did more work, both ceremonial and emotional and then at dawn on the first day of my quest I packed up my backpack and off I went. 


(The view from the top of the mountain.  My Man went up after the quest and took some pictures)

I have thought long and hard as to what to tell you about it.  It was a deeply moving and personal experience and one I am not sure how much I want to share with the world.   I can tell you that each day I meditated, journeyed in a Shamanic way, wrote, drew and also just… was.  The lack of food for 4 days and 4 nights was challenging.  During the first two days my body was cleansing out tons of toxins and generally going through withdrawals. It was also when the craving for food was strongest.  After that I think my body figured out that I was not going to feed it no mater what signals it sent me so thankfully it just stopped sending them.  Once past those initial two days the hunger stopped being my dominant thought, and I could get on to other emotional work.  Our camp was somewhere around 10,000 feet so I was also experiencing a very strong heart beat and general feeling of lack of oxygen.  

(The view from the top of the mountain looking down on my camp.  My Man was a bit sneaky and climbed above me to take some photos without me knowing)

I found it hard to sleep due to my heart rate and would wake up like a snorer does, snuffling and gasping.  Those were the physical experiences, which was part of the “decent” and the deprivation that would help me get to the visions.  The emotional was…  well, all over the map.  I was not bothered about being in nature alone.  I love nature and have always found it nurturing and safe.  I was not worried and in fact felt very supported, loved and safe.  I relish alone time and now I had several days of it!!!  Yippee!  However with that said the focus was so internal that not having any distractions of books or music made the time seem particularly long, all I had were my own thoughts as company.  I had nothing to do but go within.  Four days of that is a lot.  

(The view from one side of my camp enjoying sunset, again these were taken after my quest was over)

I think I felt all the emotions with the exception of fear.  I was tired, exhilarated, sad, happy, depressed, inspired, angry, shameful, defeated, and triumphant.  Sometimes I would cycle through all those feelings in the course of a couple of hours.  By the last day I was kind of empty, just quiet, peaceful and grateful.  In between all the processing I drummed and rattled a lot, and just sat and enjoyed the views.  As I said I was somewhere around 10,000 feet on a ridge line so I could see in all directions for hundreds of miles. 

(another beautiful sunset)

Here is what I am most happy to share with you from the many deeply personal experiences I had…  Be happy!
That was THE message I came away with.  Just… be happy, go have fun.  Life is to be cherished, enjoyed, loved and appreciated!  The more love, fun and happiness I can experience, the more in line I am with Spirit and my true nature. 



I must say that as I was getting that message I did wonder what in the name of  %*#!   was I doing starving at the top of a mountain when all I was supposed to do was have fun!!!!  Oh well… the things I seem to have to put myself through to feel connected and loved…
Even now I still sometimes forget and get caught up in the concerns of my life.  I try to remember how I felt on the mountain.  I wrote quite a bit on the quest so I am able to reread my journal transporting me back to the feelings.  That helps a great deal.
The integration after the quest is actually the hardest part.  It is easy to feel spiritual on a mountaintop.  Back home with the pressing issues of life and making a living makes it’s a bit more difficult.  I try to take walks and have quite time where I can connect again.  Writing this blog helps too.

After the quest, I hiked back down to base camp on wobbly legs and joined my friends.  I had THE most wonderful miso soup and some avocado to start the process of eating again.   


(Thats me at the end of the quest, trying to come off the mountain with an absurdly heavy pack on.  It was COLD up there, so I had a tent and 2 sleeping bags, and I still was cold.  Glad I didn't have to do it the traditional way, naked with no creature comforts at all…)

We sat in circle and I shared a bit.  I was and am still keeping some of it close to my chest.  I don’t want to loose the power and energy of it by talking about it too much.   Eventually we broke base camp and hiked back to our cars.  

(me, at the bottom of the mountain after a little Miso soup.)

It was a huge surprise to discover that a bear had virtually destroyed our friend’s car trying to get in.  Our car, which also had some food in it, had only a bear paw print on the back window.  I truly felt like I had been in the protection of Bear and Spirit.  The paw print was their blessing.   My man and I took a slow and beautiful drive through the mountains into the tiny wonderful town of Kernville and found a lovely small hotel where we “camped” for a few days and recovered.  We ate, slept and wandered about.  It was some of the loveliest times of my life!

So dear reader, thank you for hanging in on a rather long blog post.
I have been in a thoughtful mood for quite a while now and that with the name change and the vision quest stirred in me a desire to blather on.  I wish you much joy, happiness and sparkly MAGIC in your life!

(image from Pinterest)

Delight in the beauty that is out there.  I hope that is able to over ride any negativity you may encounter.  Know that I am happily eating away, reading, playing music and enjoying life.
In deep gratitude of my many blessings,
Tricia SAROYA!!!!!!  Yippeeeeee