Boundless curiosity always saves. Questions like these keep a sense of aliveness in tact: How does this creamy paint feel to my fingers, this paper to my scissors? How do I experience the hardly noticeable gaps between loud spaces?
Come meet us in just two months in those sunny Oaxaca days. A couple cancelations = A couple spots reopened orlyavineri.com/workshops
Fear is a heartless love coach. And yet some of the most tender love grows through it.
~ Memorial ~
There, in Tents New this morning, on orlyavineri.substack.com
In my understanding, what a friend told me was: This grouping is different than all the others in which you seem in the middle, sorting something out. Here you appear untangled, almost celebrating something whole.
Michelle @holddear and I have decided to add another workshop since February’s Bundles to Books was sold out and had a long waitlist. This one will be in April. There are only 8 spots available in this space so please visit my site to see if yo
One of the remnants of a sweet gathering. Grateful. Paying attention to nerve endings. Shedding skins. Molting. To the bones. Moving towards higher places. Gentle hills to rest on. Like pillows. Perhaps more dormant states. Saying dormant,
What is pale pink, blush, calm and soothing, what is soft, supple, porous, fluid, tender, yielding, and gently swaying in the rhythm of what is, takes my breath away, away from difficulty.
When history soaks into intimate spaces.
New on Substack this morning @ orlyavineri.substack.com A Path of a Tumbleweed - And why the word is tattooed across the back of my dominant hand
..from 10 years ago..a picture of a pink coat with me in it. In anticipation of my new upcoming workshop Pinks, Reds, and Flesh Tones this Thursday. One spot opened, if being spontaneous is your thing. orlyavineri.com/workshops 💗🌸💗
Before and after. Then, before.
And then there is this. In June, 2027 It’ll be our fifth collaborative retreat in Taos, New Mexico. This time, alternative portraiture, the way we each see it. I love this place.. Taos, the road that takes us there, and being with you at
After thinking long and hard and with my hosts we’ve decided to remove two retreats from my 2027 teaching schedule. The two outside of the US: the one in Morocco and the one in Paris. I need to step back, to loosen the grip on plans, on what
~ The permanent state of not belonging ~ ‘My daughter wouldn’t hurt a spider That had nested Between her bicycle handles For two weeks She waited Until it left of its own accord If you tear down the web I said It will simply know This i
I love the gardens, more than I do the canvases. Perhaps one explanation is that a garden, done in fall, or roused while I’m asleep, cannot ever be called: Mine.