I am a DC area native, I am a single mother, a daughter, a sister, a singer , an artist, a writer, and a loyal friend. Just want to share what I have to offer with the rest of the world.
An original painting also by me DC URBAN PIXIE Title: Burnt Sienna Acrylic Painting to 11x14 Canvas
GRACE and SERENITY By T Marie Mason-Nolan (DC Urban Pixie) Today I was thinking, today I was observing The people, the sounds, the office, my surroundings In my personal musings, I pointed I pointed to people places and things and in this moment a phrase A phrase repeated itself over and over "I am that, I am" I pointed to the sidewalk, to a child, to a tree And in that moment I pondered over the beautiful God or higher being that made me I realized there was no above and below But rather an inside, outside, and all around. It was then another phrase burst through to my conscious from my subconscious "I found God in myself, and I loved her, I loved her fiercely." These words may not mean much to you But as for me, they mean everything They help me to realize the beauty in myself and all that surrounds me They help me reach a state of grace A state of....Serenity and so I share another poem today from "For Colored Girls who have considered suicide when the rainbow is enuf" Enjoy and leave your thoughts. A Laying on of Hands from "for colored girls who have considered suicide | when the rainbow is enuf" by Ntozake Shange
i waz missing somethin somethin so important somethin promised a layin on of hands fingers near my forehead strong cool movin makin me whole sense pure all the gods comin into me layin me open to myself i waz missing somethin somethin promised somethin free a layin on of hands i know bout/layin on bodies/layin outta man bringin him alla my fleshy self & some of my pleasure bein taken full eager wet like i get sometimes i waz missing somethin a layin on of hands not a man layin on not my mama/holdin me tight/sayin i'm laways gonna be her girl not a layin on of bosom and womb a layin on of hands the holiness of myself released
i sat up one nite walkin a boardin house screamin/cryin/the ghost of another woman who waz missin what i waz missin i wanted to jump up outta my bones & be done wit myself leave me alone & go on in the wind it waz too much i fell into a numbness til the only tree i cd see took me up in her branches held me in the breeze made me dawn dew that chill at daybreak the sun wrapped me up swingin rose light everywhere the sky laid over me like a million men i waz cold/i waz burnin up/a child & endlessly weavin garments for the moon wit my tears i found god in myself & i loved her/i loved her fiercely
FINALLY painted it. Will eventually post some of the sketches. I don't feel they're worthy of publication JUST yet because I had stopped doing sketching for a while so, I'm getting back into the practice. Lot's of pages to fill but I like how the cover came out! I squeal with excessive amounts of Joy. Also...if you didn't notice I'm in some sort of weird pink phase. ;)
A couple of lessons I have learned about people: 1. Insecure people will work double time to try to make you feel just as insecure as they are, but love them anyway. 2. A person who has no problem hurting themselves, won't have any problem hurting you, love them anyway. 3. So many people will tell you that you can't do something because they feel in themselves that they can't, keep doing you and love them anyway. 4. The most sensitive people often have the biggest walls. I have realized walls are for cowards, open hearts are for the brave. Welcome to Day 2 of 2013. Make the most of it, it is a page of a chapter of the book of your life. Have a good day everyone! ^_^
Paintings above: Acrylic on 9x12 Canvas Available as mug, magnet, and post card prints at dcurbanpixie.deviantart.com
The blue lady was born on a day in which I found myself in a state of melancholic limbo. i was trying to release my negativity and focus on something more positve and therapeautic. As I painted, it was as if she leached the sadness out of my body and took it into herself as she took form on my canvas.