Text & Texture January 14-23, 2027 in Oaxaca, Mexico @mija.matriz and @jonlabrousse are bringing us to Oaxaca again! @leighannalight and I couldn’t be happier! In this 10 day retreat there will be our 5-day workshop in-which we&rsqu
“Against barbarity, poetry can resist only by confirming its attachment to human fragility like a blade of grass growing on a wall while armies march by” - Mahmoud Darwish
As I prepare to guide a couple of workshops at the Art & Soul retreat, in Portland, later this coming week, I remember this tender image taken there, and these words: I seriously doubt that we come together for the purpose of making art. With @
~ Solitude and Belonging ~ Details of old journal pages from my old book ‘In My Bones’. I want to be soft and open-ended till the end. To never close as long as I live. To allow what is both life-filled and lifeless to stand still an
An old journal page. Let there be no hunger of any kind on our little speck of life, no hunger for food, not for water, not for cover, not for love, not for freedom, not for light, not for movement, and not for one’s possible self. No hunger
And after the dark there will be a coming into view, an emergence, and a visitation with such sweet and heartwarming little things, beautiful spirits. A getting together, a getting out, and a getting to a space of humble and true closeness.
~ Things My People Say to Me ~ New this morning on orlyavineri.substack.com 🫀🦋
This is the majestic and melancholic Doobie, aka Doobs. He used to be with me, brush his jaw against the rusty bits, now he’s taken much better care of by my son’s family. 🖤🩶
Joining me next month? In still living? Still loving, still breathing, uttering words, expressing, making things? Saying things? Still moving and moving one another? Still spots. 🦋🤗
Today is International Women’s Day. We move forth, we kick up dust. We must! For ourselves, for the women who can’t, and for a fair and honorable world where love, respect, dignity, freedom, opportunity, and safety for all women can live
Let us be.
A silly haiku for you… 🖤 Twenty-four tight doors. Waiting for one to crack up, for light to shine through.
Yesterday I read some of my old poems, even some I’ve never written.
By Andrea Gibson Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want t
After And while New on Substack this morning. 🤎🩶🖤 orlyavineri.substack.com
Being lazy this morning. Hey, I have the right. I’ve been working hard lately as North Americans tend to do. Filling every waking minute with ‘doing’. Being ‘productive’. Here, today. Reposting an image and words from a
Making ‘Room’ *SALE* 11 pieces - Mixed Media on wooden panels. First nine - 12x12” Last two - 8x8” DM me if you are interested, I’ll tell you more. 🤎🩶🤎
~ A Still Life ~ At times it can be as simple as painting circles, drawing popcorn, not flowers in vases, allowing spaces in between take the lead, guide, distances, teach, silences, speak.