"ARROYO"

A dry channel through which water flows intermittently and irregularly. Kind of like this blog.

My art is an infectious need for me, sometimes a burden but most often a blessing.

This blog is about me and my obsessions, my loves, my need to create and my need of JUNK. I'm addicted to thrift stores, estate sales, flea markets and all roads leading off the beaten track to discover that perfect piece of junk. I recycle old license plates, old shovels, wheelbarrows, saw blades and anything else that's funky using my hand held plasma cutter. I love working with steel, sculpting, photography, watercolor painting, stained glass, and turning everyday utilitarian objects into art. Junked cars ~ I will always veer off the path to search out the beautiful wrecked Arroyo JunKers throughout Arizona, New Mexico and anywhere else the road may lead. When I'm not searching for those JunKers
I ~ RESURRECT ~ STEEL

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

This Beauty makes me Weep

I've been struggling with life these days, feeling overwhelmed and underwhelmed.  Creativity is eluding me and avoiding me.  I looked at my biorhythym and it was spot on - my emotional state had bottomed out.
I do this when I don't have a carrot hanging in front of me to chase and the world seems bleak.  Now I'm not trying to make you guys depressed, but sometimes we all have our ups and downs, right?  We all struggle with our reasons for being here, for getting up and the way the world has felt lately it has been more difficult for many.  So we take it day by day and hope that tomorrow will be better.

Then, this beauty is mine for the day - and she does make me weep every time I see her ~ because of her beauty and innocence and she reminds me of when my son looked just like her. 



 My son always laughs at my weeping saying... "Mom, are you ever going to stop crying when you see her?"  I say, probably not, because in my heart she embodies the beauty that nothing else can compare to, she reminds me of when I was a new Mom relishing in a love I could never have imagined could be.  Life is a constant transition and I have to go with that and adjust.  I saw this poem somewhere and perhaps that's the trick.....
Live to the point of tears.

Life is not a Path of Coincidence Happenstance & Luck
But rather an Unexplainable meticulously Chartered course
For one to touch the lives of others and make a difference in the world.
Live to the point of tears.


3 comments:

stonepost said...

Sooze! almost better than steel! A proud mamma and grandmother! doesn't get better than that!

soraya nulliah said...

Sooze!! What a doll!!! What an absolute doll! is this your precious granddaughter? Oh!!! You must just be thrilled to pieces!
I know what you mean about being down!!! Just take it easy, don't watch the news (!!) and relsih in this little angel. You will fill yourSELF up and be ready to create again. Big hugs and best wishes to your hubby too. and a big smooch to little angel over here:)

Barbra Joan said...

Just came to your blog via Jerry and love what I'm seeing.. Your granddaughter is a beauty.
And then there is your junk ..
I'm a dumpster diver , but this takes it a step further.. Great !!

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