I’ve been on a roll making nature art this winter. I can’t walk anywhere without seeing potential. Mother nature’s palette is abundant, always transforming. Leafs change color, flowers bloom, rocks brighten with rain drops, branches fall. There is no lack in the material available. I was almost late to work the other day because I stopped at the park and began making a wreath with some beautiful, bushy, bright yellow flowers that had fallen off of a tree. Of course I had to arrange them. I couldn’t just walk on by. Luckily when I pulled out my phone to take a photo of my art, I saw the time and rushed off to work, arriving just a minute late. I hope you enjoy these pieces as much as I do.
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Surround yourself with loving words, thoughts, and actions. Just like I surrounded this pine tree with protective pine cones.
– What do I need to do to feel loved and supported?
– Do I have loved ones who support me?
– If not, how can I support myself?
Self-care means diving deep into our mental, emotional, and physical health. You can do this with journaling, meditation, and creativity. Do what feels healthy. Set boundaries with your addictions. If you need extra help, reach out to a loved one or mentor. Don’t hide when you need loving support. Ask for it.
“I am flourishing with a practice of self-love.” I have only felt this way the past few years. The rest of my life was a depression mindset filled with trauma, violence, grief and low self-worth. I felt certain that I was a permanently flawed, broken, useless excuse for a human. But through unexpected twists and turns I found my truth. I grounded into my own love, and I healed my pain. It wasn’t magic. I didn’t win the lottery or find a great job. Nobody saved me, but I did it. That’s why I believe in others. That’s why I believe in YOU and want you to know that you are not broken. You may be scarred and traumatized, but not inherently so. You deserve to be loved and you deserve to save yourself. Hugs, Leah
I created this piece on a rainy day visiting a small forest in central Oklahoma. The blue bench surrounded by amber and gold leafs popped out, calling me to create something beautiful. Hence, this “sun” was born on that grey, chilly day and is still one of my favorite pieces. This print was mailed to my patrons on Patreon for their November reward. Some patrons received an 8×10 matted prints, others received a 4×6 postcard with a stamp!
Here are three more sketches for the upcoming election. I hope this encourages you to vote with compassion for all and to keep environmental sustainability in mind. That is what we desperately need here in the USA.
Here are a few sketches for the upcoming election. I hope this encourages you to vote with compassion for all and to keep environmental sustainability in mind. That is what we desperately need here in the USA.
Blooming Rage, My ancestors pillaged and raped. Blooming Rage, The trauma buried deep within. The screams, punches, blood, the ripping hairs. The kicking, broken glass and wails. 500 years of rage. These seeds will grow, this rage will bloom until women inherit this world. This pain will not be for nothing. This pain will not be for nothing. Because my ancestors lived my worst nightmares So that I could live their dreams. With the opportunity to choose a life for me. Blooming Rage, So colorful – yellow, blue, and pink leaves blooming from my heart and fingertips. Blowing in these chilled cold winds for thousands of years. Until the breeze awakens them. The descendants. So that their hearts are a little less heavy, a little less heavy. Blooming rage, This is not the way the world is supposed to be. A tear in time, they came in ships, The sky ripped open and greed consumed this beautiful mother. It’s up to us, the people, to not fail her or fail each other. Blooming Rage, These ocean tides make my leaves blow even harder. Blooming Rage, I used to hate you. I used to think your anger was slowly drowning me. But now I realize it is the only thing keeping me alive and breathing. Praying for that same clean air that my ancestors breathed and clean water that they used to heal their wounds. The healing is my medicine. The anger is my armor. They cannot take our rage, our seeds are growing and only blooming stronger. Blooming Rage, No, it will never stop until women inherit this earth as it was always meant to.
Daisy Salinasis a Xicana feminist punk zinester (Muchacha Fanzine), musician (Frijolera Riot), activist, curator, and poet (Wake-Up!). She started the quarterly decolonial feminist punk fest “Xingonas in the Pit” with the purpose of promoting punk as an act of resistance and self-sufficiency for people of color. Her goal for the third Xingonas in the Pit: “Black and Brown Punk Fest TX” is to build a safe space for punks of color to reclaim their identities, their art, and their collective liberation. She recently made history/herstory with the first Black and Brown Punk Fest in San Antonio, Texas, USA.