I enjoy the process of finding inspiration, finding an image, within set parameters, in this case, the specific combination of qualities ascribed to each day of the omer count. I meditate for a few minutes on the combination of the two qualities associated to that day, and when I am ready, I begin to draw.
For reference, I include here the correspondences of the Seven Sefirot of the Omer Period that inform my thoughts about the quality combinations for each day.
[“Sefirot” refers to the kabbalistic notion of the divine emanations.]
Up Late.
A tiny bit of translation for my non-Hebrew reading friends: the writing on the wall is a "Blessing for the house". 36=days til Erev Rosh Hashanah.
Pickles.
I hear your heart beating everywhere...
Kol Nidrei.
Kidnapping Ollie.
Four Directions kindling the flames of Rosh Chodesh Elul.
Eitz Chayim Hi, She is a tree of life.
View from the bima.
The Look.
Ki hinei kachomer… like clay in the hands of the potter.
Daydreaming of going outside, I glance out the window.
The Good Humor man!
Daybreak (עֲלוֹת הַשַּׁחַר, Alot Hashachar)
Playing with big sister/Playing with little brother.
Grandma's library.
A toast to Spider.
Playing in the garden.
Tashlich back in the day.
Mid-winter community picnic at the outdoor kitchen.
As a kid the only comics I was even able to read were the ones with the simplest layouts and line drawings, primary colors, and left to right evenly laid out text. The superhero/supervillain comics were too chaotic for my eyes. So, when I would read comics, which was not very often, I chose Richie Rich, Archie, Casper and the like, never Super or Spiderman. Luckily, my mind was changed when my son became interested in reading graphic novels when he was in high school. These were not what I had known comics to be. These were amazing works of art, important and skillfully written, a very powerful medium for telling stories, fiction and non-fiction. I developed a true appreciation for the art form, but not moved to pursue it even as a hobby. Only lately, having picked up a pen after many years of not doing artwork, with my new found enthusiasm for all forms of art and expression, do I find myself wanting to draw in series, to draw a story. I have no expectation for a readership, just an expressionship, for my joy and for my life. (see home page… ‘I am a green fountain’).
My first, and unedited graphic story “Recognizing Soul”
Bahaalotecha, Torah portion, when you mount/kindle the lamps of the menorah…
Bahaalotecha, Torah portion, when you mount/kindle the lamps of the menorah…
Torn from the same page. Feeling overwhelmed by my addictive behaviors, the pieces of my life torn from the whole.
Torn from the same page. Feeling overwhelmed by my addictive behaviors, the pieces of my life torn from the whole.
Foraging dandelions. Not noticing that I am surrounded by Divine sparks enlivening the magnificent tree, foraging, finding and content with a simple lone dandelion.
Foraging dandelions. Not noticing that I am surrounded by Divine sparks enlivening the magnificent tree, foraging, finding and content with a simple lone dandelion.
All or nothing. Inside experiencing lack and fear, while outside the world is all of life’s gifts and wonders.
All or nothing. Inside experiencing lack and fear, while outside the world is all of life’s gifts and wonders.
God made the letter Aleph. Meditation on Sefer Yetzirah Mother Letter Aleph.
God made the letter Aleph. Meditation on Sefer Yetzirah Mother Letter Aleph.
As Above So Below. Calm inside, calm outside, in the neutral.
As Above So Below. Calm inside, calm outside, in the neutral.
Inner landscapes. Clarity, flowing speech, blazing heart, lands across the seas, fecundity.
Inner landscapes. Clarity, flowing speech, blazing heart, lands across the seas, fecundity.
Wait! You forgot your guitar!
Wait! You forgot your guitar!
Bringing polarities together. Imagery exercise bringing two conflicting sides together.
Bringing polarities together. Imagery exercise bringing two conflicting sides together.
Shanda. With no image coming today I opened Torah to this week’s parsha Korach. Moshe fell to his face when he was confronted with Korach’s rebellion. I immediately thought of the cell phone pandemic and fell to my face.
Shanda. With no image coming today I opened Torah to this week’s parsha Korach. Moshe fell to his face when he was confronted with Korach’s rebellion. I immediately thought of the cell phone pandemic and fell to my face.
“The staff of the one I choose shall sprout…” Korach 17:20וְהָיָ֗ה הָאִ֛ישׁ אֲשֶׁ֥ר אֶבְחַר־בּ֖וֹ מַטֵּ֣הוּ יִפְרָ֑ח
“The staff of the one I choose shall sprout…” Korach 17:20וְהָיָ֗ה הָאִ֛ישׁ אֲשֶׁ֥ר אֶבְחַר־בּ֖וֹ מַטֵּ֣הוּ יִפְרָ֑ח
Textured landscape, cabin by the river, just around the bend.
Textured landscape, cabin by the river, just around the bend.
Practice is like filling the pond, bucket by bucket.
Practice is like filling the pond, bucket by bucket.
Today is like this. (see Bob Dylan’s song ‘Everything is Broken’)
Today is like this. (see Bob Dylan’s song ‘Everything is Broken’)
Fallen to the bottom of the canyon under oppressive sun; riding to the rim of the canyon and calling out to hear echoes right when your help is needed.
Fallen to the bottom of the canyon under oppressive sun; riding to the rim of the canyon and calling out to hear echoes right when your help is needed.
Skinny old lady sisters walking dogs out in nature, talking about everything.
Skinny old lady sisters walking dogs out in nature, talking about everything.
Drumming up a minyan.
Drumming up a minyan.
Ready or not…
Ready or not…
The catching toast on a plate trick.
The catching toast on a plate trick.
Hella busy mind.
Hella busy mind.
Returning from a high retreat, the setting sun appears below the cloud cover, in the direction of home.
Returning from a high retreat, the setting sun appears below the cloud cover, in the direction of home.
Deep within the mountain of prayer.
Deep within the mountain of prayer.
Sefer Yetzirah: 32 paths within three books: Sefer, sfar, sippur… tome, tally tale.
Sefer Yetzirah: 32 paths within three books: Sefer, sfar, sippur… tome, tally tale.
Crossing paths.
Crossing paths.
Cutting onions on the solstice.
Cutting onions on the solstice.
Easel, canvas, pallet, brushes, and a box of paints!
Easel, canvas, pallet, brushes, and a box of paints!
I dreamed of a cave entrance in a field surrounded by a wall.
I dreamed of a cave entrance in a field surrounded by a wall.
Keeping it light… confetti and can of snakes to surprise at the checkout line.
Keeping it light… confetti and can of snakes to surprise at the checkout line.
Dancing by the fire in the nighttime forest.
Dancing by the fire in the nighttime forest.
Building a world, planting holy letters פרדס גן ירוק …
Building a world, planting holy letters פרדס גן ירוק …
Remembering the fast and the destruction mid first cup of coffee. 17th of Tammuz, 5781
Remembering the fast and the destruction mid first cup of coffee. 17th of Tammuz, 5781
Me needing to ground, dogs found a squirrel.
Me needing to ground, dogs found a squirrel.
I will lift up my eyes to the mountains. From where does my help come? Ps 121Am I breaking up rocks with a small mallet and the river helper in its wisdom breaks them grain by grain. Am I thirsty and clambering to the river with my dipping cup? Yes.
I will lift up my eyes to the mountains. From where does my help come? Ps 121Am I breaking up rocks with a small mallet and the river helper in its wisdom breaks them grain by grain. Am I thirsty and clambering to the river with my dipping cup? Yes.
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