I wanted to share one of my dearest Twitter supporters and friends, Sophia Fine who is a Fine Arts graduate. She successfully completed her independent studies in Florence, Italy and was recognized and awarded for her contributions to Literature and Drama. Now she is well-respected in the art-community and is involved in various art shows, solo expositions, and selling her original artwork both in America and overseas. Click here for more on Sophia and how to contact her online if you are interested in her artwork. Click here for our last ILMA post on Sophia.
“Because the blue of day and night is the perfect setting for dreams
and mystery.
Because it is where great adventures begin.
Learn to feel the sky, the wind, and the desire to soar and keep going!”
S.F.
“Secret life with the same thought:
In our ferocious lives under these skies we desperately want to be loved…
I am airlifted to raging happiness, thrills, and… fears.” S.F.
” Chock full of lively! They weave magic spells but can also be
mischievously playful! All these thematic fairies daringly
complimenting each other.
I lived with them when they invaded my privacy of thought.
And one by one escaped from Dream to Reality, creating their utopia
and the tangible. Dreams are made of this.
Need not define their abstraction.
Have no control of that.” S,F.
“I am shaken under the skies in my essential solitude, running for
cover under the cottony cumuli… intergalactic warriors grouping
against the soft blue that is dotted here and there with balls of
clouds.
I exhale…
Learn to feel the sky, the wind, and the desire to soar and keep going!” S.F.
“The Gray of Mystery..The Gray of revolt of Fear..The Gray echoes
melodies played on a white piano..
These scores are the musical transcriptions of the image..of Parlement!” S.F.
“The smash hit of the evening was the Electric Ingénue and her music.
More naked than dressed in her flowing glow, wrapped in a powdery
flower scent and thigh high jeweled boots..she caught the breathless
desire of everyone in the room..
Her entrance signaled the presence of a New Generation..” S.F.
“Setting the tone.That is my vocation. A wonderous job. It is veering
from the extreme concentration of the moments, meticulous as measuring
the right amount of coloring for the total freedom to create.
But it is such a place to be! This immersion in color, that midway, in
the journey, I know the expression.. I see the final stage! Dazed and
befuddled..coraled out, this moment is all mine!
In my studio…” S.F.
I wanted to share one of my dearest Twitter supporters and friends, Sophia Fine who is a Fine Arts graduate. She successfully completed her independent studies in Florence, Italy and was recognized and awarded for her contributions to Literature and Drama. Now she is well-respected in the art-community and is involved in various art shows, solo expositions, and selling her original artwork both in America and overseas. Click here for more on Sophia and how to contact her online if you are interested in her artwork.
Can You tell us about Your Process.
I came from a Beautiful World, which presented itself to me early in life. Art was always within me, in so many ways, in everything I saw and touched. I feel like a creator of Expressive Beautiful things, as if God Touched me.
Creativity! Yes! Art is a great Gift! I aim to transform my visions and feelings into my Art.
I create happiness. I can’t wait to go to my studio, express myself, and make things happen. Sometimes I pour the Colors on an Empty Canvas and before me I see all the things I had in my mind.
I like to create themes, with enchanted realities, dream-like, and with absurd beauty. But never losing the soul communication with the viewer when jostling together colorful compositions that are as jolly as kitsch Postcards from Heaven!
I like to immerse the viewer in the false immobility of life’s turbulence and to render the animated presence of Joy!
Everyone has a space within them that waits to be filled with new, yet unknown excitement.
One of my favorite people to follow on social media is Barbara Fariña from Argentina. She is a fantastic promoter and loyal fan.
If you don’t know her yet, you should….Maybe she will even help you build your followers on Twitter, Facebook, etc…
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Featured above are some of Barbara’s favorite artists.
1) When did you first get started on social media?
I don´t know really. What I do know is that it all started with Facebook for sure.
2) How has it changed your life?
Very much. When you understand Social Media, you realize there is another way to seeing and conceiving communication. And different ways to do it!
3) What are your favorite top 3 sites? Name a few others you like.
Every day there are new sites. Some of them you don´t even know for what were created. But I guess my top 3 are: Twitter, Facebook and Pinterest. ( I use a lot google +and youtoube) and one thing is important to say for us, if you don´t have a smartphone stay at home.
I have made a few “interesting” connections over the years and I am going to “expose” some of them to you. For my first “Exposé” I chose a special social media friend (or maybe he chose me).
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All photos taken by Wilford Raney.
I have been friends with Mr. Raney for quite some time now. We first met on Twitter and are now connected throughout the web. Wilford, or as I like to call him, Billy, is a unique fellow who I have come to admire because of his good nature and pleasant nature. He becomes a friend to everyone he meets. People from all over the world interact with “Billybadbird” (Billy’s Twitter handle on Twitter) on a daily basis. Somehow he finds time for his fans and friends in between his daily routine of watching/feeding the birds, cleaning up the local beaches in Port Bolivar, Texas, and photographing the majestic scenes he encounters living next to the Gulf.
Raney’s parents moved back to Houston Texas right after his father finished serving in the air force in Bossier City (where Billy was born). The family always spent summers and weekends at the beach. Eventually, his mother and father relocated the family in the 70’s to, as he says, “get his children out of the city and away from drugs and temptation” but Billy seems to think that it was more a tactical decision.
“My father loves the ocean just as much as we do… Once you get here it’s very hard to leave.”
Billy goes on to say:
“Our family has always loved birds… My grandfather (also named Wilford Raney) left the city for the country after he retired. He had a great big window in the great room and when he became bound to the wheelchair he spent his days in front of the window watching the birds. It gave him great pleasure. My mother believes in waste not want not – so everytime she cooked – all the scraps went outside to the birds. That was a practice I continued when I moved into my little ocean front cottage — the birds started staying so I started cooking for them – the same as I do today — I make rice cakes — twice a day — I cook 6 cups of rice – let it cool then turn it upside down on a plate –”
I asked Billy who has nearly 12K followers about when he started tweeting:
“I have been tweeting about two years — I don’t know how I started or why.” I only retweet people I follow who follow me – I make very few exceptions to this rule- and I have this rule be fair to people who promote me. I am grateful for their support…. I am grateful for everyone’s support -but I also must remain fair to everyone.”
Anyone who knows Billy from Facebook, Twitter, or visiting his website knows that he has been through some tramatic experiences living on the coast. He was weathered some difficult storms.
“We are in our third year without a storm — this is making everyone nervous. We average two a year – a few years back we had three hurricanes back to back. The worst times for storms for us is August and September when the ocean is very, very warm — but some of the earlier seasonal storms hit us too. Allison was a tropical storm that stalled for several and flooded Houston – Alicia was a hurricane – she really messed things up. My worst experience was Ike — I lost two homes and the property which now lies in the ocean. I was trapped. I almost died. We went 4 months without water and lights – the island was deserted. I stayed — I cannot leave.”
Billy recounted a typical day in Port Bolivar, Texas:
“I clean up the beaches for God and the birds. One day I went outside to a seagull in my yard who had fishing line tangled in his wings. He was scared of me but he needed help — it broke my heart – I cried for many hours — I had to trap him with a net but eventually I was able to save him — the last thing before Ike — I kept seeing a pelican in front of the house — when he moved he was wobbling and tripping — I had to chase him in the ocean to catch him — he also was tangled in the fishing line — the hook was in his foot — I carried him to a neighbor — we cut him free and he flew away — then the storm came — I will always remember that – I clean up everything that can cause a bird his life — prevention….. I wrote a poem about this. We have about 1500 people year long – the island is 22 miles in the middle of the ocean — you can only get here by ferry boat – probably 30 to 40,000 people come for holidays – maybe a whole bunch more — people are everywhere during the summer – winter is for us. Quiet
Peaceful – you can walk for miles on the beach and never see a soul.”
Below is a video pictorial of some of my current artwork. I hope you enjoy viewing it as much as I did preparing it.
The summer solstice occurs exactly when the Earth’s axial tilt is most inclined towards the sun at its maximum of 23° 26′. Though the summer solstice is an instant in time, the term is also colloquially used like Midsummer to refer to the day on which it occurs. Except in the polar regions (where daylight is continuous for many months during the spring and summer), the day on which the summer solstice occurs is the day of the year with the longest period of daylight. Thus the seasonal significance of the Summer solstice is in the reversal of the gradual shortening of nights and lengthening of days. The summer solstice occurs in June in the Northern Hemisphere and in December in the Southern Hemisphere.
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I stood as if off in the distance
Memory sharp but blurred by grief
I recall the time, the time when
The girl in my memory had been mine
But so hard it had been to let go of her heart
Hard to lose, never considering we’d part
We had traveled down through the years
Never thinking the journey would end in tears
Still I have warm memories
The memory her smile
The memory of her curved breast
A time the girl had been mine.
I remember her moist lips firm against mine
Her crystal laughter framed against time
Time…the harsh winds of time struck
Bodies fall to the winds of time
Now the girl is gone forever
I’m still happy she’d once been mine
I watched her walk up feeling the affinity
She was young and showing plenty
A very attractive hot little lass
Warm to look at, with a cute little…
A woman no less, not a girl child
She was strutting her stuff, strutting with style
Her garb was cut to pull attention
Her beauty needed no mention
She was the very center of attraction
Her presence alone caused a warm reaction
The men couldn’t seem to look away
You could tell this beauty made it that way
No sag anywhere in sight
This young lady was right
Some man was going to get lucky some day
This delicious morsel would make it that way
Ah but a sight
Warms one with delight
Too bad I couldn’t stay
And watch her all day.
For sometime, I had given up the idea of freedom. I was trapped. I was inside looking out through eyes at the universe. I called them the
eyes of the universe.
This entire life time, I’ve been trapped. Oh, my body works well, men seem to find it interesting. But I wanted to be free to come and go.
As often as I tried, I found something holding me back, keeping me inside.
So, I tried to make the best of it.
As a child, I did all the cute things to make my parents happy. I was the “perfect little daughter”!
I really have great parents except I was too noisy, too busy, too much motion. I remember all the times I was told to settle down, be quiet,
slow down, have a seat and on and on. As a child that is a very heavy situation. I wanted to soar! The ability to move is power!
But in many ways they gave me confidence. I could charm. With a smile and flip of my head, I usually got my way. But all along the
underlying message was “be still and quiet, you’re powerless.”
Continuing, as I grew up, I dressed to impress. As a young woman, my genetics were very kind to me. Between the clothes, the smile
and the flip, I had the male world at my command.
But I was still stuck inside, powerless to move out. I was still in a physical body that was in motion.
Life was a huge adventure. I studied and learned.
Then a very charming man approached me. He wanted to take my picture.
I started to explain that I wouldn’t show up on film but he could take pictures of my body all he wanted. It was nice to have him admire my
body and capture
body and capture it on film. I didn’t tell him any of that but told him okay, go ahead. He took many shots. It was the instant of this picture that it happened. I don’t know why. Perhaps the flash startled me and I suddenly leaped out of the body.
No
I didn’t tell him any of that but told him okay, go ahead.
He took many shots.
It was the instant of this picture that it happened. I don’t know why. Perhaps the flash startled me and I suddenly leaped out of the body.
No, that’s not right but the instant the flash went off, I was several feet behind the body’s head. I knew I was free! It seemed very normal, comfortable. I tested the body and it responded even better than when I was trapped inside! For a moment, I took off. I viewed the Earth from far above. It was an awesome image to behold! I suddenly realized Frank was talking to me. I asked him what he had said. “The shoot
It seemed very normal, comfortable. I tested the body and it responded even better than when I was trapped inside!
For a moment, I took off. I viewed the Earth from far above. It was an awesome image to behold!
I suddenly realized Frank was talking to me. I asked him what he had said.
“The shoot is over. ” I didn’t mention any
I didn’t mention any of this to Frank until today. Now he doesn’t know what to think about me. I know he likes me. Perhaps I’ll take a picture of him behind his eyes and set him free too. The end.
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