I created this image when I was fiddling around last night with Toolwiz (again!) on my tablet. I keep finding new bits and pieces I’ve missed and it’s really interesting how the original images change. Unfortunately I can’t for the life of me think of the original image for this – just that the final piece of digital art reminded me of angels pouring down blessings on the world to lighten our hearts and help us keep love in our hearts as we go through such fraught times.
I created this image from a photo of Lake Eyre, in central Australia, in drought.
I used my Toowiz app, fiddled with a few features, and this image emerged. It reminded me not only of the wonderful land,elemental energies and rocks of Australia, but also of the water which runs through to Lake Eyre when heavy rains occur further north.
I created this image with my Toolwiz app from a photo of painted rocks posted by my American friend, Tammy Vitale.
It reminded me of the ancient-ness of rocks and stones, hence the title.
I’ve lost count of the number of makeovers I’ve seen where a pretty, individual-looking woman has been turned into a bland, blonde lookalike no different to every other blonde model trotted out as something we’re supposed to aspire to. The last example was a gorgeous looking woman with black hair in plaits who emerged from the hairdresser’s – yes, you’ve guessed it – as a blonde Stepford-wife-looking woman. Grrr.
I’ve also recently seen photos of Jane Fonda with fawning commentary of how wonderful she looks at 78, which is fine except she’s had plastic surgery and I’m sick of the assumption that it’s so much better to look plastic perfect in old age rather than celebrating our ageing process, owning it and flaunting our wrinkles, grey hair, thin hair, straggly hair, sagging boobs, thinness, fatness or whatever.
Our bodies are the badge of honour for the life we’ve lived and continue to live and I’m a warrior for honouring our veteran years even if we look as if we haven’t just leapt gaily out of a photoshopped magazine shoot.
I thought of this these past couple of days after watching Patti Smith singing “A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall” as the accepted the Nobel Prize for Literature on behalf of Bob Dylan. I’ve just been watching this video again – not just for the performance which is wonderful but because it was so great to see Patti Smith, at 70, with flowing grey hair, no make-up, looking powerful, centred and standing proud in her age.
And yesterday I saw an interview with the wonderful Glenda Jackson who’s just appeared as King Lear looking unkempt, demented and as unlike the womanly stereotype as you can imagine. Such a courageous woman, standing up for her principles, utterly opposed to the Iraq War, socking it to war criminal Tony Blair at every opportunity., and, like Patti Smith, looking her age and utterly unconcerned with make-up and prettifying herself. It is just so good to see women of this age with no botox, no make-up, looking confident and untouched. An inspiration to women everywhere.
Yes, women do have the choice to appear as they wish but we also need to acknowledge that the Gold Standard of old age does not have to be trying to regain our youth and deny our old age. We crone women need to be loud, proud and worshipping our ageing bodies instead of trying to package them into eternal youth because our materialist society can’t handle old age.
Hey, it happens to us all, so embrace it, dance with it, honour it. Be true to ourselves and flaunt our authentic ageing process. We crones ROCK!
I just happened to look out the window this evening, around 6.30pm, to see this month’s Super Full Moon shining big and bright, much more brilliant than the last Super Moon that everyone banged on about. Here it was pathetic! So here’s the lovely full moon shining down on our little island in the eastern Mediterranean and also another image with Pixlr overlays (just ‘cos I felt like having a bit of creative fun!).
Here’s to the crazy ones.
The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers.
The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently.
They’re not fond of rules.
And they have no respect for the status quo.
You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them,
disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them.
Because they change things.
They invent. They imagine.
They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire.
They push the human race forward.
Maybe they have to be crazy.
How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art?
Or sit in silence and hear a song thats never been written?
Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?
While some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius.
Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world,
are the ones who do.
(Advertisement for Apple Computer: snitched – without attribution – from the writings of Jack Kerouac)