Inside the Mind of Isadora


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An Artist Am I

Flower-Purple-760A.web  Petite Fleur                                 2015©art and photography by Isadora

Life isn’t about finding yourself.
Life is about creating yourself.
©George Bernard Shaw

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Sunday Song – Don’t Lose Heart

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Don’t Lose Heart

 Don’t Lose Heart ~ Dan Fogelberg [ CC ]

Heart Painting 560F.webPhoto of painting exhibited on the Royal Princess Cruise Ship.

Photography©Isadora DeLaVega

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Lyrics ~ Don’t Lose Heart ~ Dan Fogelberg

This life is heartless and it’s rarely just
Full of sad betrayals and misplaced trust
And it can suck your spirit just as dry as dust
And steal your soul if you let it

Oo every life contains its sorrows and pains
Its stormy weather and its rough terrains
You watch me wrestle with my length of chain
And smile so bravely as you tell me

Don’t lose heart, Don’t Lose Heart
Though it feels like yours will fall apart
Just remember when the road gets dark
I will always be beside you

Well I spent my life pursuing fortune and fame
Chasing rainbows in a shadow game
And I’m not sure what I’ve lost is worth the gain
Or why my soul remains so restless

You’ve seen me stumble, Lord you’ve seen me fall
You shared my trials and you’ve seen me crawl
And when I think that I could lose it all
You give me courage and you tell me

Don’t lose heart, Don’t Lose Heart
Though it feels like yours will fall apart
Just remember when the road gets dark
I will always be beside you

When the road gets rocky and the ride gets rough
And the best you’ve got to give ain’t good enough
There will always be a place inside my love
Where you can find shelter, where you can find shelter

Oo every life contains it’s sorrows and pains
It’s stormy weather and it’s rough terrains
You watch me wrestle with my length of chain
And smile so bravely as you tell me

Don’t lose heart, Oh Don’t Lose Heart
Though it feels like yours will fall apart
Just remember when the road gets dark
I will always be beside you
Well I will always be beside, beside you

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aFrank @ A Frank Angle hosts musicals. The present one is called “Sky: The Musical“. If you haven’t participated you might want to click here to pop over and see what it’s all about. It’s a fun way to get those old songs out of your head while spreading a little cheer. aFrank reminded me of a singer I used to hear a (little) while ago called Dan Fogelberg. It was the inspiration for today’s song. Enjoy ….!!!!


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Sunday Song

Paintings Sailboats.webColors of the Wind       2015©photography by Isadora DeLaVega

Solitary moments allow us to quiet the mind.
2015©isadora delavega

 

Colors of the Wind – Piano
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****** Colorful Sailboat Oil Painting on the Celebrity Eclipse cruise ship.


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An Artisan am I

Flower-Purple-760A.web  Petite Fleur                                 2015©art and photography by Isadora

Life isn’t about finding yourself.
Life is about creating yourself.
©George Bernard Shaw

                         Art

Flower-purple-original-2a.webOriginal Photograph                       2015©photography by Isadora

 

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A Summer Day at the Beach

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A Summer Day at the Beach

It was hot as I lay on my blanket. The sizzling heat spreads up and down my body forming droplets of sweat.

It feels scorching hot. The way a sweltering summer day feels.

The bright sun sparkles on the blue water teasing a swim to cool off.

Afterwards, I sit and watch a few sailboats skim across the water in the distance. A flock of sandpipers settles by the waters’ edge searching for nibbles their white bodies intermingling with the blue color. Defying gravity, a few fly overhead in hope of some dropped crumbs from beach snacks. It’s a dance to their own symphony.

My eyes sweep around the sandy beach expanse. Stopping, I observe a young man painting at the peak of a sand dune mound. The green fronds from tall palm trees are his canopy. With palette in hand he is capturing the bright summer sun, the azure sky and water. His hand moves swiftly as if in fear of losing the moment he wants to preserve on canvas. I’m in the center of these dazzling visions. It’s a wondrous feast for my eyes.

Time passes.

A dark gray shadow begins to sweep over the water as the sky changes from sunny yellows and blues to pinks, reds and oranges. It majestic to witness the elusive changes the sky is making.

Nightfall is beginning.

I watch as the young man lay his first painting against one of the palm trees. I can see a figure on a blanket placed at the bottom of the canvas. I don’t dare stare too long.

Could he have added me to his painting?

Perhaps.

It has happened to me before. Once an artist captured me in a pencil drawing and gave it to me. “A just because gift”, he had said.

The young man picks up another canvas. He’s getting ready for a new masterpiece: the night sky.

The speckles of light from the sun setting on the horizon testifies to the return of days end. One by one stars begin to sprinkle the sky creating a twilight pattern.
I can see the young man, rapidly, sweeping his brush across the canvas in a frenzy to capture all the changes that are happening.

Night has fallen.

It’s time to leave.

Turning, I see the young man is gone.

I hope he was able to celebrate the miracle of this night sky in his painting.
2014©written by Isadora

Billie Holiday – Summertime

It was very peaceful
I felt free
Staring up at the sky
2014©written by Isadora

Janis Joplin – Summertime (Live -1969)