‘Perhaps the earth can teach us
as when everything seems dead
and later proves to be alive.’ - Pablo Neruda The garden in the front of the house A report: The first 4 images show how it looked two years ago when I returned to my house
Romancing the Pink orlyavineri.substack.com It speaks of the origins of my fascination and respect of the color Pink and what it evokes in me today. It also prompted ‘Pinks, Reds, & Flesh Tones, the title of a new workshop I’ll be
~ Going all in ~
In the beginning of November, deep into autumn, much cooler, right before winter, let’s speak of spring, renewal: Of Pale Pinks, Bright Reds, and Flesh Tones. So enthused by this new one.. orlyavineri.com/workshops
Passport to Journal, in Portland, is in a week from now, and here are the six to consider, coming up in the next few months. 🙏🏻🤍 orlyavineri.com/workshops
What’s slowing you down so beautifully this Sunday? Enough to notice something new? Different? Same? Hopeful? Beautifully nothing?!
~ Autumn dresses ~ A favorite dress is spacious. Leaving room for a black long-sleeve undershirt. Hung out, among the others, to dry. I try her on after a summer, to see if she’ll accommodate my current weight. I roll up sleeves, symmetrically
In 10 days, in Portland, Oregon Art & Soul Mixed Media Retreats orlyavineri.com/workshops
Paper, rust, cloth, thread. Hibiscus, and Turmeric. Bubbling water, black tea, burning flame. Polaroids, sepia photographs, of strangers, of those we got to know way too well. Way too rushed. Too slow. Way too late. Bundled. All tied up, touching, s
These are the books and gatherings of my beautiful friend Michelle @holddear She is the queen of magnificent collections of tantalizing things. I know her since the beginning of my teaching, going on almost two decades. I’m so excited abou
In two weeks, an Art & Soul retreat, in Portland, Oregon. Still time to join.. Link in bio
~ Lovebirds ~ New this morning on orlyavineri.substack.com
There is something about a Pink that could quite easily and without hesitation become Red and even call herself so. Her fluidity. From fully pacified to fiery she goes, and then settles into herself again, neutral, into her essence.
I must admit, my interest is mainly visual, sensorial, visceral, and to see how man-made structures surrender themselves to time, nature, and landscape. For those of you who are curious about the history of the house I posted a picture of this morn
I stopped for this. This beauty, this empty ruin😮 On the way back to Salem, through the backroads, from the nursery in Woodburn. Both in the spacious #willamettevalley in Oregon
“Come together Right now Over me” We often speak of how the ‘journey is the destination’, the process being more of significance than the outcome, etc. But honestly, and yes, perhaps a bit fearfully, how magnificent it is w
Oh how I love shadows, they make everything movingly moody, calling for an emotional release, courage. Last night’s celestial event, pictures taken by my house by my competent friend Michelle @holddear A deep partial lunar eclipse that cove
In the night a glass door is still a door. A way. Transparent and reflective, she keeps track of a leaving and a reentering. Of a coy inside and what is ‘out there’ to grow.