Monday, June 29, 2009

art is art

(oil pastels & acrylics on paper, mj calitz, 2009)
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For some reason I had this idea in my head that art had to be perfect. It had to be something that others would like and approve of and as an artist, you had to have a specific style. Where in the world did I get those ideas? I have no clue. What I am learning lately though, is that all that is crap. Art is art. It's whatever original image you dream up in your head and then realize & display by whatever means you seem fit. It's creation, pure and simple. Who cares if everyone doesn't like it, or if you have multiple ways of sharing your artistic ideas? And what is perfect? Often I find that imperfection leads to a richer more satisfying product. It leads to finding creative solutions and unique styles. It makes you turn mistakes into art. So this is what I have decided: From now on, I will be proud of all my artwork, even if it isn't someone else's idea of perfect or even good. because aRt is ART.
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(C) MJ Calitz, 2009

Thursday, June 25, 2009

gypsy inside

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i ignored her then, the gypsy's call
to whales & pottery wheels
when i was 22 & had the perfect chance
blinded by what good girls do
responsibility. bills to pay
put one foot in front of the other
away from silly dreams
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i've ignored her for years
to paint in "france." never had the chance
but i saw it clear. stealing beauty clear
vineyards & orchards
summer dress & sun on legs
old dog following me around
around a big old kitchen table,
people talk & eat. soul
dance by firelight
make art
make love because it feels right
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tears keep spilling
over these fairy cheeks
it doesn't take much these days
this gypsy call never goes away
sometimes it just fades
but it always returns
to haunt my soul. then overflows
it's in my blood. i got it from my dad
thirsty soul. hole in my heart
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she's calling again…find the sun
not just sun on legs, but sun inside
clay on hands. paint on anything.
dance. find the soul inside the girl
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but how?
the urge doesn't erase the real
will it always just be
an unanswered call
this gypsy inside my tear
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(C) MJ Calitz, 2009

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

tea with the 3 bears

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tHen goLdilocks took a biTe of her caNdy aPple & the 3 bears aLL bLushed in different cOlors. oNe bear turned rEd, one, gReen and one, yelloW. hOw sweeT! goldilocks thought...wHo doeSn't liKe brigHtly colored, shiNy, fAt, littLe bEars? i thinK i'll keEp them...
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(C) MJ Calitz, 2009. Photograph, MJ Calitz, LA, 2008.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

mind the crumbs

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juSt little morsels of smashed cAke fell to the ground when she licked heR fingers cleaN. it isN't like i waNt to make a mess, she thought, buT soMe days her wings seemed imPossibly heavy & sometimes impoSsibly light. and bOth can be an obstacle depending on how you look aT it. Look! it's a fLying tea cUp & keys hanging on springs. what eLse do you see? giRls and stars and fUrry cars. she liked fuR on fur oN fur. tranSLation: soFt. like woolly sheep. remeMber? she liked saFe. but safe can be a triCk of the mind. miNd the trojan horse iNside the smile. sMiLe. doN't miNd the smile. it makes me siCk, how much she Smiles. it isN't normal. but tHen she never sAid she was normal. normal iS as normal dOes. & nObody eVer got famous by being noRmal. so let's recaP: noT an angel. fAiry. saFe. vaiN. honestly, it couLd be woRse. what she's trYing to say is, pLease doN't mind the selfish cruMbs faLLing from her liPs…
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(C) art & poem, mj calitz, 2009

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

soul things

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my 6 fav soul things, right now:
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1. body & soul magazine
2. granola, yoghurt & fresh strawberries for breakfast
3. morning meditation
4. gypsy kings greatest hits energizing my shower
5. painting without interruption
6. books & bowls. i bought this delightful little bowl @ anthropologie yesterday. i usually just shop there with my eyes and my heart falling head over heals in love with teacups and dish towels. but i couldn't resist this darling bowl. here's a link if you like this kind of thing. (click on "for your home" and then "kitchen & tabletop" for tableware) http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/index.jsp
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(C) MJ Calitz, 2009

Monday, June 15, 2009

PB & J for the soul

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she teases me with peanutbutter and jelly sandwiches that aren't sandwiches at all & grins. if we could all be cake, what would you be? today i feel like a chocolate cupcake with cream cheese icing...yum
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(C) acrylics on paper, MJ Calitz, 2009

Thursday, June 11, 2009

surrender

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These are the questions I've been asking myself these past few weeks...why do I procrastinate so? And what is chasing me?
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You see, some mornings, I just want to crawl back into bed, pull the covers over my head and hide from whatever is eating me up inside. You know that feeling too, don't you? It's that demon that gnaws on the inside of your throat. It's the thing that immobilizes you. It's a belief that is rooted deep within you by a combination of past trauma, personal survival skills, conditioning, genetics, etc. In my case, my fear of not being enough. It cripples me some days. And I have tried to fight it, but it always comes back, just like you have tried to conquer your personal demons, and failed many times. And no matter how hard we fight this thing or how many times we try, we keep failing. So we try to ignore it. We hide it from others. We bury it deeper. But it always comes back to bite us. This is the thing that secretly brings us to our knees with the sheer shame & powerlessness of it all. This is the thing that makes us feel like a failure even though others perceive us differently. This is the wall we hit, the silent enemy within. The thing that makes us want to crawl into stronger arms and whimper "I can't."
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And that is exactly what we are supposed to do. Surrender. Because, if you could conquer this thing on your own...this addiction, this fear, this belief, you would have found a way by now. Of course you would. It is in our nature to control what we fear. We are experts on this. But everything is not always in our control. Sometimes we just need to be brutally honest with ourselves & be willing to surrender our fears & our demons to a greater power. Whether you believe that power to be internal or outside of yourself, it doesn't really matter. And this giving up, this surrender, does not have to be grand or embarrassing. No. It is as simple as a request or a prayer. What matters here is that you admit to yourself that you cannot do it alone and ask for help. Ask a friend, a therapist, or that which you believe to be God. But ask. I have conquered many demons this way, including depression. There is no shame in asking for help. Sometimes we just forget or we cling to our pride.
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So last night, out of desperation, I picked up a book which I knew have several exercises on meditation in search for one that would address this ache of mine. I found one that was a perfect fit. It focuses on the general meditation technique of easing tension with breath and statements that you complete and repeat, such as "I surrender...(my fear)", "I let go of...(my expectations)" and "I quit trying to...(always be perfect)" until you feel the tension leave your body. You fill in the blanks with whatever applies for you. self examination and honesty is required here, otherwise it is a waste of time. So I tried it this morning and I feel better. It is of course not a quick fix, but with practice and the willingness to be honest with myself, always, I know that I can conquer this fear eventually. I believe that the universe wants us to be happy & will help us if we ask.
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So next time you hit a wall, try honesty, surrender & persistence. And remember that change comes by taking little steps. If you have this kind of demon, you are not alone. Let's do this together.
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(C) MJ Calitz. Photographs & edit, MJ Calitz, California 2008

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

float midflight

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the scene is a citadel, matrix style. i crouch graCefully on top of a concrete tRee with shiny mirrored leaves observing miniature giaNts down below. they aLL seem to know wHere to go. this is a dreaM but it couLd have been a movie if it waSn't so surreal. the phone rings. pieRcing thick white silence. the white rabbit runs. oLd mother speaks. of winged insects sCreaming in pain. & time sLiPping through. fingers grab my feaR & shaKe. her wrinkles fall into my ears like piNk lipstick smears. it's time to shed thiS skin. if i could just shrug off the fairy riding me like a wiLd mustang, kick off iMaginary stripper shoes…panic rises in my throat. i could aLways floaT. but soMe days i can't fiNd the ground. & there's nowhere leFt to hide. croSs my legs. cLose my eyes. breathe. breatHe. i become a floWer. viRginal & caLm. i float above the furry caR parked inside my souL. buildings fade. roads evaporate. the wind catches my hair miDflight. i land on clouds of miNt green. "breathe" she whiSpers softly, then disappears
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(C) Poem & art, MJ Calitz, 2009

Monday, June 8, 2009

oh andy...

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(C) Photograph, MJ Calitz, 2008

Thursday, June 4, 2009

sew me a hug

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this is hug me
no specific gender or kind
just a fat belly and open arms
saying "please hug me"
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(C) MJ Calitz, 2009

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

aliCe, where did you go?

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her voiCe was cleaR as bells on fingers
"groW me an antique hair brush
& a roSe in my hair
& i'll be the sweetheaRt that you seek.
i'll serve you creaM @ teaTime,
straWberries in crystal gLass,
shoRtbread on sticks
& vanilla coconut icing oN me"
wHat did she say? she speaks
but i doN't understand a woRd
shh! listeN.
gLue me a bird on a branch
& him inSide my eye
and i'll tell you what she said
she said, "lover,
i'll be your cake any aNy time"
how? easy would that bE
like bells on fingers easy
iNstead she hides
the laughing porcelain cat
like an abandoned egg in a neSt
he feels lonely & sO very faR away
she dreams of him @ night but.
aliCe, where did you go?
he's the candy iNside the cLock
shh! looK.
she wanders bLindly
inside her seCret garden
absentmindedly kiSsing bird beaks
& plucking minutes from trees
turN your rosy cheek. kiss kisS
so surreal. waKe up!
i love him so veRy much but.
he's noT here when here is reaL
alice, wheN did you leave?
& walt, whaT did the doorman say?

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(C) Poetry & photographs, MJ Calitz, 2008 & 2009