This last week I put up new work at Highlevel Diner in Edmonton AB. It is always such a joy to work with the folks at this historic landmark. They are so good to artists; so supportive. They are happy to have a rotating art show by local artist for their customers. They don’t take a commission from the artists, their view is that the artist is doing a service by decorating their walls.
I am so happy to be at HIGHLEVEL DINER for the next two months and if you are around, go check it out (and maybe a cinnamon bun or two).
Here are some of my original paintings that art hanging, as well as some OOAK fine art prints. (DM me if you would like any information on any of the paintings or fine art prints)
Thanks so much! It is good to see my art on walls outside my studio! It’s been a minute!
Best,
Maria
I thought that I would share a couple of poems that have inspired several of the paintings for this show.
Gentle
A gentler world begins
in the way you touch your heart.
Be soft with the light inside you.
Caress your body with this breath.
God is nothing else
but the place where the sun comes up
in your chest.
Your are the glimmering destination.
You are the golden honey daubed
on the the bread of the ordinary.
Whatever is perfect
Whatever is heavenly,
begins here.
Alfred K. La Motte
Kindness
Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.
Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to gaze at bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
It is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.
Naomi Shihab Nye