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Olivia and Santa at the Toy Shop with Elves wrapping presents for children all over the world. Mrs. Claus decorating her Christmas tree with the help of her fairy friends Mrs. Claus sharing her famous Gingerbread cookies with Olivia Illustration from the book, "Good Night God, Love Olivia" available by 16"x20" print, and or 3x5 or 5x7 notecards. Cricket Village in the Italian region of Calabria. Available by print(16"x20") or Notecards (3x5 or 5x7) Lilly the cricket with her mother, Natalie.
Available by 16"x20" print and 3x5 or 5x7 notecards Dimension: 22"X28" Stretch Bar Canvas
Medium: Windsor & Newton Water-Based Acrylics
Bad Gardens copy, good gardens create, great gardens transcend. What all great gardens have
in common are their ability to pull the sensitive viewer out of him or herself and into the garden,
so completely that the separate self-sense disappears entirely, and at least for a brief moment
one is ushered into a nondual and timeless awareness. A great garden, in other words,
is mystical no matter what its actual content.
- Ken Wilbur, Grace and Grit, 1991, p. 109.
Medium: Windsor & Newton Acrylics
Dimension: 6"X12" Gesso Treated Canvas
Daddy's Empty Chair
Author: Unknown
Daddy's Empty Chair~~
A man's daughter had asked the local minister to
come and pray with her father.
When the minister arrived, he found the man lying
in bed with his head propped up on two pillows.
An empty chair sat beside his bed.
The minister assumed that the old fellow had been
informed of his visit.
"I guess you were expecting me, he said.
'No, who are you?" said the father.
The minister told him his name and then remarked,
"I saw the empty chair and I figured you knew I was going to show up,"
"Oh yeah, the chair," said the bedridden man.
"Would you mind closing the door?"
Puzzled, the minister shut the door.
"I have never told anyone this, not even my daughter,"
said the man.
"But all of my life I have never known how to pray.
At church I used to hear the pastor talk about prayer,
But it went right over my head."
I abandoned any attempt at prayer," the old man continued,
"until one day four years ago, my best friend said to me,
"Johnny, prayer is just a simple matter of having a conversation with Jesus.
Here is what I suggest."
"Sit down in a chair; place an empty chair in front of you,
and in faith see Jesus on the chair. It's not spooky because he promised, 'I
will be with you always'.
"Then just speak to him in the same way you're doing with me right now."
"So, I tried it and I've liked it so much that I do it
a couple of hours every day.
I'm careful though. If my daughter saw me talking to an empty chair, she'd
either have a nervous breakdown
or send me off to the funny farm."
The minister was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old man to
continue on the journey.
Then he prayed with him, anointed him with oil,
and returned to the church.
Two nights later the daughter called to tell the minister that her daddy had
died that afternoon.
Did he die in peace?" he asked.
Yes, when I left the house about two o'clock, he called me over to his
bedside, told me how much he loved me
and kissed me on the cheek.
When I got back from the store an hour later, I found him dead.
But there was something strange about his death.
Apparently, just before Daddy died, he leaned over and rested his head on the
chair beside the bed.
What do you make of that?"
The minister wiped a tear from his eye and said,
"I wish we could all go like that."
Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive.
I asked God for water,
He gave me! an ocean.
I asked God for a flower,
He gave me a garden.
I asked God for a friend,
He gave me all of YOU...
If God brings you to it, He will bring you through
it.
Happy moments, praise God.
Difficult moments, seek God.
Quiet moments, worship God.
Painful moments, trust God.
Every moment, thank God. Medium: Newton & Windsor Water-Based acrylics
Dimension: 8"X10" Canvas Board
There is another painting of mine, very similar to this one...it is called"Late May At Cape Cod." Very Symbolic, as I painted another, smaller...and you can see that there is a fisherman in search for freedom. At the other end of the painting, is the American Flag. Let Freedom Ring!
MY AMERICAN FLAG
Poet: Brandy Slicker
You're the thing that represents what we believe in.
You tell us we're all next of kin.
That's only because we're Americans and we're the best,
If anyone doesn't believe that you-say put it to the test!
You're the thing that reminds us each and every day who we are,
We might be on the home-front or maybe afar.
But the one thing we know is that we're free.
We won the war because we knew it had to be.
We gained our freedom and our symbol was you.
Our nation was very new.
Other countries didn't think we would last but you stood tall.
You proved that we're the best to all.
You mean the world to me for all that you stand for.
You will never fall on my watch,
That's because I'm proud to say that you're my American Flag!
Dimension: 6"X12" Canvas
Medium: Water-Based Windsor & Newton Acrylics
When Lovely Women Blossom to their Day
The moment stop
The rest just gaze
With Awe and Not
An Utter Word to Say.
Dimension: 16”X20” Windsor & Newton Cotton Stretch Bar Canvas Medium: Windsor & Newton Water-Based Acrylics
Wild Heart
By Lacy Priest
Her pounding hooves barely touched the ground, If she escapes, she’ll never be found. The men’s ropes are twirling, now flying throuth the air, Waiting to tighten ‘round the neck of the mare. She sees it and cuts to the right, While the riders draw empty ropes back up tight.
The men’s horses are tiring, but she’s fresh as a breeze. “She’s drawing away,” whispers the wind in the trees. Through the canyon, up the hill, “The men are beaten; she’s safe”; the cardinals thrill! She’ll never know bridle, blanket, nor saddle, And she won’t ever help cowboys round up the cattle.
‘Cause she’s a wild one by name and by mark, The cowboys all round here call her The Wild Heart. Now that’s the tale of the sorrel mare that never got roped, Because she evaded all the cowboys with her powerful ‘lope.
Dimension: 16"X20" Stretch Bar Canvas
Medium: water-based Acrylics
Backyards are not the only place to have a sense of peace and tranquilty.
A comfy front porch makes a great escape, a lovely spot to chat with friends and neighbors.
Painting of a front porch at a home in Hamilton, Massachusetts.
Dimension: 16”X20” Gesso treated stretch bar canvas
Medium: Acrylics
Neuschwanstein Castle (German: Schloss Neuschwanstein, lit. New Swan Stone palace, is a 19th-century Bavarian palace on a rugged hill near Hohenschwangau and Füssen in southwest Bavaria, Germany. The palace was commissioned by Ludwig II of Bavaria as a retreat and as an homage to Richard Wagner, the King’s inspiring muse. Although public photography of the interior is not permitted,[1] it is the most photographed building in Germany and is one of the country’s most popular tourist destinations.[2] Ludwig himself named it Neue Hohenschwangau; the name Neuschwanstein was coined after his death.
The reclusive Ludwig did not allow visitors to his castles, which he intended as personal refuges, but after his death in 1886 the castle was opened to the public (in part due to the need to pay off the debts Ludwig incurred financing its construction).[citation needed] Since that time over 50 million people have visited the Neuschwanstein Castle.[3] About 1.3 million people visit annually, with up to 6,000 per day in the summer.[4] The palace has appeared in several movies, and was the inspiration for Sleeping Beauty Castle (1955) at both Disneyland Park and Hong Kong Disneyland.
In 1923 Crown Prince Rupprecht gave the palace to the state of Bavaria, unlike nearby Hohenschwangau Castle which was transferred to the private Wittelsbach Trust (Wittelsbacher Ausgleichfonds), which is administered on behalf of the head of the house of Wittelsbach, currently Franz, Duke of Bavaria. The Free State of Bavaria has spent more than €14.5 million on Neuschwanstein’s maintenance, renovation and visitor services since 1990
Poem:
Neuschwanstein
Across the ocean and above the lands
Sits a legacy for all curious eyes.
An ivory castle on a lonely peak
Where even the clouds bow down
Beneath its soaring majestic spires.
It was the dream of one king not long ago
That flustered the brow of every fair maiden.
To build for beauty, hold art above war.
Dismissing tradition and logic for lies
And following a single dream to lands end.
He sat on the banks of the river Rhine
Imagining one original palace after the next.
Maybe he shopped in the Marienplatz
For velvet loveseats and porcelain swans
To adorn the seed of his hearts content.
But now the king has been gone for years.
And Bavaria has never quite been the same
Since the death of Kind Ludwig the mad.
His castles stand proud and greet the wanderers
And journeyman, and dreamers and historians alike.
Though all are rare in craft and dripping in style
One of his lonely dreams stands above the rest.
Reaching beyond the Alpine rolling skies
Coloring heaven with a touch of human royalty.
A place any Sleeping Beauty would pray to wake.
It is here, I fell in love again, twice in the time of a year.
First with the earth, its inhabitants achievements
And the very nature that hides them in its breast.
The lakes that capture the suns final rays,
The heaving mountains with their fancy caps of snow,
The whispering cow bells carried by the gentle winds
And the serenity of the painted villages sleeping below.
The second time was with a young mate
Who accompanied me to my secret place.
To cavort once the daily bustles had calmed.
He fell for the battlements I had loved before
Understood the treasures I longed to share.
He carried me up the mountain like a princess
To her new palace on the night they were wed.
He kissed me to the whimpering of waterfalls,
Then watched on as the sun sank to bed.
Blessed be whoever may fall upon this place
Tucked into the heart of the Bavarian Alps
For this is the spot where I proudly left my heart,
And left Neuschwanstein for widened eyes to behold.
Swirls and twirls of Hannah Magical Wish Granting Tree. There was once a weary traveler who sat down to rest in the shade of a tree. He did not know that the tree he rested upon was a magic tree. It is called " The Wish-Granting Tree." Seated on the hard ground, he thought how pleasant it would be if he can sleep in a soft bed. Instantly, a bed appeared before him. Astonished, the man immediately climbed onto the bed. Then, he thought that it would be nice if there would be a beautiful young girl beside him who would massage his sore legs. At that moment, a young girl appeared before him and began massaging him. "I'm so hungry," the man said to himself. "Having something to eat now would be a great pleasure." Instantly, a table appeared with delicious foods. The man rejoiced and began eating and drinking to his heart's content. His head spun a little and his eyelids grew heavy as the wine took effect. He stretched himself and was thinking about the wonderful events that took place on that extraordinary day. "I'll sleep for an hour or two," he thought. "The worst that could happen would be if a tiger wandered by while I'm asleep." Instantly a tiger appeared and devoured the poor man. You have a magic tree inside you, waiting to grant your wishes. But be careful! The same tree can also make your negative thoughts and fears come true. At the very least it will be influenced by your negative thoughts, so that the good things you wish for do not happen. That's what worrying can do. I wish with all my heart that you live a life free of worry, negative thoughts and fear, in the shade and comfort of your personal Wish-Granting Tree - Author Unknown Wild beauties hauling through the snow! TO MY HORSE By Whitney Robinson From day to day and year to year It's you that makes me whole The pounding of your hooves Sparks magic in my soul. Who could match out joy? None would be so bold As we canter through the meadows In a dance of ages old. You were a gift from Heaven On Earth you give me wings And even Angel envy The joy such freedom brings We will travel the world over And track the rainbow to it's end We will find out pot of Gold And continue 'round the bend. Our Gold may come as trophies Or ribbons flashing blue But these things matter little My Treasure lies in YOU. I grew up loving the gentle soul Michael Jackson...his music, his moonwalk, his moves...and when I heard the news he passed away...I literally wept. I had this dream of Michael Jackson, and felt this was a calling for me to paint him. This painting is in memory of the greatest legend in my times, and as for all times. I picked one of my favorite songs he sang,"I'll Be There," when he was young...as I know he never left and will always be there! "You and I must make a pact, we must bring salvation back Where there is love, I'll be there I'll reach out my hand to you, I'll have faith in all you do Just call my name and I'll be there I'll be there to comfort you, Build my world of dreams around you, I'm so glad that I found you I'll be there with a love that's strong I'll be your strength, I'll keep holding on Let me fill your heart with joy and laughter Togetherness, well that's all I'm after Whenever you need me, I'll be there I'll be there to protect you, with an unselfish love that respects you Just call my name and I'll be there If you should ever find someone new, I know he'd better be good to you 'Cause if he doesn't, I'll be there Don't you know, baby, yeah yeah I'll be there, I'll be there, just call my name, I'll be there (Just look over your shoulders, honey - oo) I'll be there, I'll be there, whenever you need me, I'll be there Don't you know, baby, yeah yeah I'll be there, I'll be there, just call my name, I'll be there... " Gentle and stunning brush strokes in brushed ink. Simple yet elegant are an embraced couple to dance. Acrylic on Linen Canvas.
One of Helena's favorites. The Violinist is the famous Yehudi Menuhin. Helena listened to Brahm's Hungarian Dance No. 5 while painting this piece of work. Glamorous Heddy overlooking 5th Avenue Salon.
Available also in notecards and Limited Edition Giclee prints.
Original work is done in Acrylic medium. Mysterious and Magical Annahis, a captivating beautiful story behind this painting
Medium: Oil Another one of Helena's favorites.
Medium: Acrylic
Selection of notecards or a Giclee print One of Helena's favorite paintings.
Available in gorgeous notecards, and this is also a limited edition Giclee' print with a certificate of authenticity.
Medium: Acrylic
Dimension: 22"X28" Stretch Bar Canvas
Medium: Windsor & Newton Water-Based Acrylics
Bad Gardens copy, good gardens create, great gardens transcend. What all great gardens have
in common are their ability to pull the sensitive viewer out of him or herself and into the garden,
so completely that the separate self-sense disappears entirely, and at least for a brief moment
one is ushered into a nondual and timeless awareness. A great garden, in other words,
is mystical no matter what its actual content.
- Ken Wilbur, Grace and Grit, 1991, p. 109.
Medium: Windsor & Newton Acrylics
Dimension: 6"X12" Gesso Treated Canvas
Daddy's Empty Chair
Author: Unknown
Daddy's Empty Chair~~
A man's daughter had asked the local minister to
come and pray with her father.
When the minister arrived, he found the man lying
in bed with his head propped up on two pillows.
An empty chair sat beside his bed.
The minister assumed that the old fellow had been
informed of his visit.
"I guess you were expecting me, he said.
'No, who are you?" said the father.
The minister told him his name and then remarked,
"I saw the empty chair and I figured you knew I was going to show up,"
"Oh yeah, the chair," said the bedridden man.
"Would you mind closing the door?"
Puzzled, the minister shut the door.
"I have never told anyone this, not even my daughter,"
said the man.
"But all of my life I have never known how to pray.
At church I used to hear the pastor talk about prayer,
But it went right over my head."
I abandoned any attempt at prayer," the old man continued,
"until one day four years ago, my best friend said to me,
"Johnny, prayer is just a simple matter of having a conversation with Jesus.
Here is what I suggest."
"Sit down in a chair; place an empty chair in front of you,
and in faith see Jesus on the chair. It's not spooky because he promised, 'I
will be with you always'.
"Then just speak to him in the same way you're doing with me right now."
"So, I tried it and I've liked it so much that I do it
a couple of hours every day.
I'm careful though. If my daughter saw me talking to an empty chair, she'd
either have a nervous breakdown
or send me off to the funny farm."
The minister was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old man to
continue on the journey.
Then he prayed with him, anointed him with oil,
and returned to the church.
Two nights later the daughter called to tell the minister that her daddy had
died that afternoon.
Did he die in peace?" he asked.
Yes, when I left the house about two o'clock, he called me over to his
bedside, told me how much he loved me
and kissed me on the cheek.
When I got back from the store an hour later, I found him dead.
But there was something strange about his death.
Apparently, just before Daddy died, he leaned over and rested his head on the
chair beside the bed.
What do you make of that?"
The minister wiped a tear from his eye and said,
"I wish we could all go like that."
Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive.
I asked God for water,
He gave me! an ocean.
I asked God for a flower,
He gave me a garden.
I asked God for a friend,
He gave me all of YOU...
If God brings you to it, He will bring you through
it.
Happy moments, praise God.
Difficult moments, seek God.
Quiet moments, worship God.
Painful moments, trust God.
Every moment, thank God. Medium: Newton & Windsor Water-Based acrylics
Dimension: 8"X10" Canvas Board
There is another painting of mine, very similar to this one...it is called"Late May At Cape Cod." Very Symbolic, as I painted another, smaller...and you can see that there is a fisherman in search for freedom. At the other end of the painting, is the American Flag. Let Freedom Ring!
MY AMERICAN FLAG
Poet: Brandy Slicker
You're the thing that represents what we believe in.
You tell us we're all next of kin.
That's only because we're Americans and we're the best,
If anyone doesn't believe that you-say put it to the test!
You're the thing that reminds us each and every day who we are,
We might be on the home-front or maybe afar.
But the one thing we know is that we're free.
We won the war because we knew it had to be.
We gained our freedom and our symbol was you.
Our nation was very new.
Other countries didn't think we would last but you stood tall.
You proved that we're the best to all.
You mean the world to me for all that you stand for.
You will never fall on my watch,
That's because I'm proud to say that you're my American Flag!
Dimension: 6"X12" Canvas
Medium: Water-Based Windsor & Newton Acrylics
When Lovely Women Blossom to their Day
The moment stop
The rest just gaze
With Awe and Not
An Utter Word to Say.
Dimension: 16”X20” Windsor & Newton Cotton Stretch Bar Canvas Medium: Windsor & Newton Water-Based Acrylics
Wild Heart
By Lacy Priest
Her pounding hooves barely touched the ground, If she escapes, she’ll never be found. The men’s ropes are twirling, now flying throuth the air, Waiting to tighten ‘round the neck of the mare. She sees it and cuts to the right, While the riders draw empty ropes back up tight.
The men’s horses are tiring, but she’s fresh as a breeze. “She’s drawing away,” whispers the wind in the trees. Through the canyon, up the hill, “The men are beaten; she’s safe”; the cardinals thrill! She’ll never know bridle, blanket, nor saddle, And she won’t ever help cowboys round up the cattle.
‘Cause she’s a wild one by name and by mark, The cowboys all round here call her The Wild Heart. Now that’s the tale of the sorrel mare that never got roped, Because she evaded all the cowboys with her powerful ‘lope.
Dimension: 16"X20" Stretch Bar Canvas
Medium: water-based Acrylics
Backyards are not the only place to have a sense of peace and tranquilty.
A comfy front porch makes a great escape, a lovely spot to chat with friends and neighbors.
Painting of a front porch at a home in Hamilton, Massachusetts.
Medium: Acrylic on canvas
Dimension: 16"X20"
Intense and rich vibrant colors of roses, miniature roses, and one daisy, done in simple small brush strokes all blended in. An emotion to feel , "So Close To You."
wanna be with you for ever and for always
A touch of your hand makes me shiver
When you leave me all alone
I cry a deep river
When you tell me you love me
And look deep into my eyes
I wonder if you really know that
I loved you from the start
Your lips so soft with passion
Touching against mine
And when you let go
I always wanna cry
~Anonymous
Dimension: 8"X10" on Canvas Board
Medium: Acrylics
Song: Under the Boardwalk
When the sun beats down and burns the tar up on the roof,
And your shoes get so hot you wish your tired feet were fireproof,
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea,
On a blanket with my baby, that's where I'll be.
From the park you hear the happy sound of the carousel,
You can almost taste the hot dogs and french fries they sell,
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea,
On a blanket with my baby, that's where I'll be.
Under the boardwalk, (Out of the sun)
Under the boardwalk, (We'll be having some fun)
Under the boardwalk, (People walking above)
Under the boardwalk, (We'll be falling in love)
Under the boardwalk, (Boardwalk!)
Oooh, la la la la la la.
Oooh, la la la la la la la la la.
Help me somebody, sing some la la's with me.
Under the night, under the stars by the raging sea.
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea,
On a blanket with my baby, that's where I'll be.
Under the boardwalk, (Out of the sun)
Under the boardwalk, (We'll be having some fun)
Under the boardwalk, (People walking above)
Under the boardwalk, (We'll be falling in love)
Under the boardwalk, (Boardwalk!)
Dimension: 16”X20” Gesso treated stretch bar canvas
Medium: Acrylics
Neuschwanstein Castle (German: Schloss Neuschwanstein, lit. New Swan Stone palace, is a 19th-century Bavarian palace on a rugged hill near Hohenschwangau and Füssen in southwest Bavaria, Germany. The palace was commissioned by Ludwig II of Bavaria as a retreat and as an homage to Richard Wagner, the King’s inspiring muse. Although public photography of the interior is not permitted,[1] it is the most photographed building in Germany and is one of the country’s most popular tourist destinations.[2] Ludwig himself named it Neue Hohenschwangau; the name Neuschwanstein was coined after his death.
The reclusive Ludwig did not allow visitors to his castles, which he intended as personal refuges, but after his death in 1886 the castle was opened to the public (in part due to the need to pay off the debts Ludwig incurred financing its construction).[citation needed] Since that time over 50 million people have visited the Neuschwanstein Castle.[3] About 1.3 million people visit annually, with up to 6,000 per day in the summer.[4] The palace has appeared in several movies, and was the inspiration for Sleeping Beauty Castle (1955) at both Disneyland Park and Hong Kong Disneyland.
In 1923 Crown Prince Rupprecht gave the palace to the state of Bavaria, unlike nearby Hohenschwangau Castle which was transferred to the private Wittelsbach Trust (Wittelsbacher Ausgleichfonds), which is administered on behalf of the head of the house of Wittelsbach, currently Franz, Duke of Bavaria. The Free State of Bavaria has spent more than €14.5 million on Neuschwanstein’s maintenance, renovation and visitor services since 1990
Poem:
Neuschwanstein
Across the ocean and above the lands
Sits a legacy for all curious eyes.
An ivory castle on a lonely peak
Where even the clouds bow down
Beneath its soaring majestic spires.
It was the dream of one king not long ago
That flustered the brow of every fair maiden.
To build for beauty, hold art above war.
Dismissing tradition and logic for lies
And following a single dream to lands end.
He sat on the banks of the river Rhine
Imagining one original palace after the next.
Maybe he shopped in the Marienplatz
For velvet loveseats and porcelain swans
To adorn the seed of his hearts content.
But now the king has been gone for years.
And Bavaria has never quite been the same
Since the death of Kind Ludwig the mad.
His castles stand proud and greet the wanderers
And journeyman, and dreamers and historians alike.
Though all are rare in craft and dripping in style
One of his lonely dreams stands above the rest.
Reaching beyond the Alpine rolling skies
Coloring heaven with a touch of human royalty.
A place any Sleeping Beauty would pray to wake.
It is here, I fell in love again, twice in the time of a year.
First with the earth, its inhabitants achievements
And the very nature that hides them in its breast.
The lakes that capture the suns final rays,
The heaving mountains with their fancy caps of snow,
The whispering cow bells carried by the gentle winds
And the serenity of the painted villages sleeping below.
The second time was with a young mate
Who accompanied me to my secret place.
To cavort once the daily bustles had calmed.
He fell for the battlements I had loved before
Understood the treasures I longed to share.
He carried me up the mountain like a princess
To her new palace on the night they were wed.
He kissed me to the whimpering of waterfalls,
Then watched on as the sun sank to bed.
Blessed be whoever may fall upon this place
Tucked into the heart of the Bavarian Alps
For this is the spot where I proudly left my heart,
And left Neuschwanstein for widened eyes to behold.
Swirls and twirls of Hannah Magical Wish Granting Tree. There was once a weary traveler who sat down to rest in the shade of a tree. He did not know that the tree he rested upon was a magic tree. It is called " The Wish-Granting Tree." Seated on the hard ground, he thought how pleasant it would be if he can sleep in a soft bed. Instantly, a bed appeared before him. Astonished, the man immediately climbed onto the bed. Then, he thought that it would be nice if there would be a beautiful young girl beside him who would massage his sore legs. At that moment, a young girl appeared before him and began massaging him. "I'm so hungry," the man said to himself. "Having something to eat now would be a great pleasure." Instantly, a table appeared with delicious foods. The man rejoiced and began eating and drinking to his heart's content. His head spun a little and his eyelids grew heavy as the wine took effect. He stretched himself and was thinking about the wonderful events that took place on that extraordinary day. "I'll sleep for an hour or two," he thought. "The worst that could happen would be if a tiger wandered by while I'm asleep." Instantly a tiger appeared and devoured the poor man. You have a magic tree inside you, waiting to grant your wishes. But be careful! The same tree can also make your negative thoughts and fears come true. At the very least it will be influenced by your negative thoughts, so that the good things you wish for do not happen. That's what worrying can do. I wish with all my heart that you live a life free of worry, negative thoughts and fear, in the shade and comfort of your personal Wish-Granting Tree - Author Unknown Wild beauties hauling through the snow! TO MY HORSE By Whitney Robinson From day to day and year to year It's you that makes me whole The pounding of your hooves Sparks magic in my soul. Who could match out joy? None would be so bold As we canter through the meadows In a dance of ages old. You were a gift from Heaven On Earth you give me wings And even Angel envy The joy such freedom brings We will travel the world over And track the rainbow to it's end We will find out pot of Gold And continue 'round the bend. Our Gold may come as trophies Or ribbons flashing blue But these things matter little My Treasure lies in YOU. I grew up loving the gentle soul Michael Jackson...his music, his moonwalk, his moves...and when I heard the news he passed away...I literally wept. I had this dream of Michael Jackson, and felt this was a calling for me to paint him. This painting is in memory of the greatest legend in my times, and as for all times. I picked one of my favorite songs he sang,"I'll Be There," when he was young...as I know he never left and will always be there! "You and I must make a pact, we must bring salvation back Where there is love, I'll be there I'll reach out my hand to you, I'll have faith in all you do Just call my name and I'll be there I'll be there to comfort you, Build my world of dreams around you, I'm so glad that I found you I'll be there with a love that's strong I'll be your strength, I'll keep holding on Let me fill your heart with joy and laughter Togetherness, well that's all I'm after Whenever you need me, I'll be there I'll be there to protect you, with an unselfish love that respects you Just call my name and I'll be there If you should ever find someone new, I know he'd better be good to you 'Cause if he doesn't, I'll be there Don't you know, baby, yeah yeah I'll be there, I'll be there, just call my name, I'll be there (Just look over your shoulders, honey - oo) I'll be there, I'll be there, whenever you need me, I'll be there Don't you know, baby, yeah yeah I'll be there, I'll be there, just call my name, I'll be there... " I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
-- Joyce Kilmer
Abstract yet figurative array of colorful vases in all shapes and sizes. The whimsical image makes one feel there is a carnival in town. Cape Cod, often referred to as simply the Cape, and called Cape of Keel by early Norse explorers. Friends and myself always go to the Cape, to visit the towns, enjoy the sites, and view local merchant trading and whale cultures. Best seafood in the Northeast. Gentle and stunning brush strokes in brushed ink. Simple yet elegant are an embraced couple to dance. Immense colors of ocean and skies. Looking at this painting, makes one feel detoxified, and you can breathe again.
Please check out: http://fineartamerica.com/featured/breathe-again-helena-bebirian.html
where you can create your own size painting, choices of frames, mats, prints and notecards Acrylic on Linen Canvas.
One of Helena's favorites. The Violinist is the famous Yehudi Menuhin. Helena listened to Brahm's Hungarian Dance No. 5 while painting this piece of work. Medium: Acrylic
Available as Limited Edition of Helena's Giclee' Prints with Certificate of Authenticity and available in notecards Medium-Pastels
Available also in Helena's Limited Edition Giclee' prints and notecards Medium: Acrylic
Available as limited edition Giclee' prints with Certificate of Authenticity Glamorous Heddy overlooking 5th Avenue Salon.
Available also in notecards and Limited Edition Giclee prints.
Original work is done in Acrylic medium. Mysterious and Magical Annahis, a captivating beautiful story behind this painting
Medium: Oil Another one of Helena's favorites.
Medium: Acrylic
Selection of notecards or a Giclee print One of Helena's favorite paintings.
Available in gorgeous notecards, and this is also a limited edition Giclee' print with a certificate of authenticity.
Medium: Acrylic
Pomegranates, the National Fruit of Armenia.
There are always 365 seeds in a pomegranate fruit.
18"x24" Acrylic Illustration from the book, "Good Night God, Love Olivia" available by 16"x20" print, and or 3x5 or 5x7 notecards. Wild beauties hauling through the snow! TO MY HORSE By Whitney Robinson From day to day and year to year It's you that makes me whole The pounding of your hooves Sparks magic in my soul. Who could match out joy? None would be so bold As we canter through the meadows In a dance of ages old. You were a gift from Heaven On Earth you give me wings And even Angel envy The joy such freedom brings We will travel the world over And track the rainbow to it's end We will find out pot of Gold And continue 'round the bend. Our Gold may come as trophies Or ribbons flashing blue But these things matter little My Treasure lies in YOU. I grew up loving the gentle soul Michael Jackson...his music, his moonwalk, his moves...and when I heard the news he passed away...I literally wept. I had this dream of Michael Jackson, and felt this was a calling for me to paint him. This painting is in memory of the greatest legend in my times, and as for all times. I picked one of my favorite songs he sang,"I'll Be There," when he was young...as I know he never left and will always be there! "You and I must make a pact, we must bring salvation back Where there is love, I'll be there I'll reach out my hand to you, I'll have faith in all you do Just call my name and I'll be there I'll be there to comfort you, Build my world of dreams around you, I'm so glad that I found you I'll be there with a love that's strong I'll be your strength, I'll keep holding on Let me fill your heart with joy and laughter Togetherness, well that's all I'm after Whenever you need me, I'll be there I'll be there to protect you, with an unselfish love that respects you Just call my name and I'll be there If you should ever find someone new, I know he'd better be good to you 'Cause if he doesn't, I'll be there Don't you know, baby, yeah yeah I'll be there, I'll be there, just call my name, I'll be there (Just look over your shoulders, honey - oo) I'll be there, I'll be there, whenever you need me, I'll be there Don't you know, baby, yeah yeah I'll be there, I'll be there, just call my name, I'll be there... " I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
-- Joyce Kilmer
Abstract yet figurative array of colorful vases in all shapes and sizes. The whimsical image makes one feel there is a carnival in town. Cape Cod, often referred to as simply the Cape, and called Cape of Keel by early Norse explorers. Friends and myself always go to the Cape, to visit the towns, enjoy the sites, and view local merchant trading and whale cultures. Best seafood in the Northeast. Immense colors of ocean and skies. Looking at this painting, makes one feel detoxified, and you can breathe again.
Please check out: http://fineartamerica.com/featured/breathe-again-helena-bebirian.html
where you can create your own size painting, choices of frames, mats, prints and notecards Dimension: 22"X28" Stretch Bar Canvas
Medium: Windsor & Newton Water-Based Acrylics
Bad Gardens copy, good gardens create, great gardens transcend. What all great gardens have
in common are their ability to pull the sensitive viewer out of him or herself and into the garden,
so completely that the separate self-sense disappears entirely, and at least for a brief moment
one is ushered into a nondual and timeless awareness. A great garden, in other words,
is mystical no matter what its actual content.
- Ken Wilbur, Grace and Grit, 1991, p. 109.
Medium: Windsor & Newton Acrylics
Dimension: 6"X12" Gesso Treated Canvas
Daddy's Empty Chair
Author: Unknown
Daddy's Empty Chair~~
A man's daughter had asked the local minister to
come and pray with her father.
When the minister arrived, he found the man lying
in bed with his head propped up on two pillows.
An empty chair sat beside his bed.
The minister assumed that the old fellow had been
informed of his visit.
"I guess you were expecting me, he said.
'No, who are you?" said the father.
The minister told him his name and then remarked,
"I saw the empty chair and I figured you knew I was going to show up,"
"Oh yeah, the chair," said the bedridden man.
"Would you mind closing the door?"
Puzzled, the minister shut the door.
"I have never told anyone this, not even my daughter,"
said the man.
"But all of my life I have never known how to pray.
At church I used to hear the pastor talk about prayer,
But it went right over my head."
I abandoned any attempt at prayer," the old man continued,
"until one day four years ago, my best friend said to me,
"Johnny, prayer is just a simple matter of having a conversation with Jesus.
Here is what I suggest."
"Sit down in a chair; place an empty chair in front of you,
and in faith see Jesus on the chair. It's not spooky because he promised, 'I
will be with you always'.
"Then just speak to him in the same way you're doing with me right now."
"So, I tried it and I've liked it so much that I do it
a couple of hours every day.
I'm careful though. If my daughter saw me talking to an empty chair, she'd
either have a nervous breakdown
or send me off to the funny farm."
The minister was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old man to
continue on the journey.
Then he prayed with him, anointed him with oil,
and returned to the church.
Two nights later the daughter called to tell the minister that her daddy had
died that afternoon.
Did he die in peace?" he asked.
Yes, when I left the house about two o'clock, he called me over to his
bedside, told me how much he loved me
and kissed me on the cheek.
When I got back from the store an hour later, I found him dead.
But there was something strange about his death.
Apparently, just before Daddy died, he leaned over and rested his head on the
chair beside the bed.
What do you make of that?"
The minister wiped a tear from his eye and said,
"I wish we could all go like that."
Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive.
I asked God for water,
He gave me! an ocean.
I asked God for a flower,
He gave me a garden.
I asked God for a friend,
He gave me all of YOU...
If God brings you to it, He will bring you through
it.
Happy moments, praise God.
Difficult moments, seek God.
Quiet moments, worship God.
Painful moments, trust God.
Every moment, thank God. Medium: Newton & Windsor Water-Based acrylics
Dimension: 8"X10" Canvas Board
There is another painting of mine, very similar to this one...it is called"Late May At Cape Cod." Very Symbolic, as I painted another, smaller...and you can see that there is a fisherman in search for freedom. At the other end of the painting, is the American Flag. Let Freedom Ring!
MY AMERICAN FLAG
Poet: Brandy Slicker
You're the thing that represents what we believe in.
You tell us we're all next of kin.
That's only because we're Americans and we're the best,
If anyone doesn't believe that you-say put it to the test!
You're the thing that reminds us each and every day who we are,
We might be on the home-front or maybe afar.
But the one thing we know is that we're free.
We won the war because we knew it had to be.
We gained our freedom and our symbol was you.
Our nation was very new.
Other countries didn't think we would last but you stood tall.
You proved that we're the best to all.
You mean the world to me for all that you stand for.
You will never fall on my watch,
That's because I'm proud to say that you're my American Flag!
Dimension: 6"X12" Canvas
Medium: Water-Based Windsor & Newton Acrylics
When Lovely Women Blossom to their Day
The moment stop
The rest just gaze
With Awe and Not
An Utter Word to Say.
Dimension: 16”X20” Windsor & Newton Cotton Stretch Bar Canvas Medium: Windsor & Newton Water-Based Acrylics
Wild Heart
By Lacy Priest
Her pounding hooves barely touched the ground, If she escapes, she’ll never be found. The men’s ropes are twirling, now flying throuth the air, Waiting to tighten ‘round the neck of the mare. She sees it and cuts to the right, While the riders draw empty ropes back up tight.
The men’s horses are tiring, but she’s fresh as a breeze. “She’s drawing away,” whispers the wind in the trees. Through the canyon, up the hill, “The men are beaten; she’s safe”; the cardinals thrill! She’ll never know bridle, blanket, nor saddle, And she won’t ever help cowboys round up the cattle.
‘Cause she’s a wild one by name and by mark, The cowboys all round here call her The Wild Heart. Now that’s the tale of the sorrel mare that never got roped, Because she evaded all the cowboys with her powerful ‘lope.
Dimension: 16"X20" Stretch Bar Canvas
Medium: water-based Acrylics
Backyards are not the only place to have a sense of peace and tranquilty.
A comfy front porch makes a great escape, a lovely spot to chat with friends and neighbors.
Painting of a front porch at a home in Hamilton, Massachusetts.
Dimension: 22"X28" Stretch Bar Canvas
Medium: Windsor & Newton Water-Based Acrylics
Bad Gardens copy, good gardens create, great gardens transcend. What all great gardens have
in common are their ability to pull the sensitive viewer out of him or herself and into the garden,
so completely that the separate self-sense disappears entirely, and at least for a brief moment
one is ushered into a nondual and timeless awareness. A great garden, in other words,
is mystical no matter what its actual content.
- Ken Wilbur, Grace and Grit, 1991, p. 109.
Dimension: 6"X12" Canvas
Medium: Water-Based Windsor & Newton Acrylics
When Lovely Women Blossom to their Day
The moment stop
The rest just gaze
With Awe and Not
An Utter Word to Say.
Dimension: 16”X20” Windsor & Newton Cotton Stretch Bar Canvas Medium: Windsor & Newton Water-Based Acrylics
Wild Heart
By Lacy Priest
Her pounding hooves barely touched the ground, If she escapes, she’ll never be found. The men’s ropes are twirling, now flying throuth the air, Waiting to tighten ‘round the neck of the mare. She sees it and cuts to the right, While the riders draw empty ropes back up tight.
The men’s horses are tiring, but she’s fresh as a breeze. “She’s drawing away,” whispers the wind in the trees. Through the canyon, up the hill, “The men are beaten; she’s safe”; the cardinals thrill! She’ll never know bridle, blanket, nor saddle, And she won’t ever help cowboys round up the cattle.
‘Cause she’s a wild one by name and by mark, The cowboys all round here call her The Wild Heart. Now that’s the tale of the sorrel mare that never got roped, Because she evaded all the cowboys with her powerful ‘lope.
Medium: Acrylic on canvas
Dimension: 16"X20"
Intense and rich vibrant colors of roses, miniature roses, and one daisy, done in simple small brush strokes all blended in. An emotion to feel , "So Close To You."
wanna be with you for ever and for always
A touch of your hand makes me shiver
When you leave me all alone
I cry a deep river
When you tell me you love me
And look deep into my eyes
I wonder if you really know that
I loved you from the start
Your lips so soft with passion
Touching against mine
And when you let go
I always wanna cry
~Anonymous
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
-- Joyce Kilmer
Another one of Helena's favorites.
Medium: Acrylic
Selection of notecards or a Giclee print Beautiful 4x6 notecards in set of three.
Used for all occasions, especially during the holidays. One of the finest. "The Outdoor Gathering" is somewhere you wish to be.
Available by Limited Edition in Giclee' Print.
Notecards available in either 3"x5" or 5"x7" Available as a Limited Edition Giclee Print, and available as 3"x5" or 5"7" Notecard.
Dimension: 22"X28" Stretch Bar Canvas
Medium: Windsor & Newton Water-Based Acrylics
Bad Gardens copy, good gardens create, great gardens transcend. What all great gardens have
in common are their ability to pull the sensitive viewer out of him or herself and into the garden,
so completely that the separate self-sense disappears entirely, and at least for a brief moment
one is ushered into a nondual and timeless awareness. A great garden, in other words,
is mystical no matter what its actual content.
- Ken Wilbur, Grace and Grit, 1991, p. 109.
Dimension: 6"X12" Canvas
Medium: Water-Based Windsor & Newton Acrylics
When Lovely Women Blossom to their Day
The moment stop
The rest just gaze
With Awe and Not
An Utter Word to Say.
Wild beauties hauling through the snow! TO MY HORSE By Whitney Robinson From day to day and year to year It's you that makes me whole The pounding of your hooves Sparks magic in my soul. Who could match out joy? None would be so bold As we canter through the meadows In a dance of ages old. You were a gift from Heaven On Earth you give me wings And even Angel envy The joy such freedom brings We will travel the world over And track the rainbow to it's end We will find out pot of Gold And continue 'round the bend. Our Gold may come as trophies Or ribbons flashing blue But these things matter little My Treasure lies in YOU. I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
-- Joyce Kilmer
Beautiful 4x6 notecards in set of three.
Used for all occasions, especially during the holidays. One of the finest. "The Outdoor Gathering" is somewhere you wish to be.
Available by Limited Edition in Giclee' Print.
Notecards available in either 3"x5" or 5"x7" Available as a Limited Edition Giclee Print, and available as 3"x5" or 5"7" Notecard.
Dimension: 22"X28" Stretch Bar Canvas
Medium: Windsor & Newton Water-Based Acrylics
Bad Gardens copy, good gardens create, great gardens transcend. What all great gardens have
in common are their ability to pull the sensitive viewer out of him or herself and into the garden,
so completely that the separate self-sense disappears entirely, and at least for a brief moment
one is ushered into a nondual and timeless awareness. A great garden, in other words,
is mystical no matter what its actual content.
- Ken Wilbur, Grace and Grit, 1991, p. 109.
Medium: Newton & Windsor Water-Based acrylics
Dimension: 8"X10" Canvas Board
There is another painting of mine, very similar to this one...it is called"Late May At Cape Cod." Very Symbolic, as I painted another, smaller...and you can see that there is a fisherman in search for freedom. At the other end of the painting, is the American Flag. Let Freedom Ring!
MY AMERICAN FLAG
Poet: Brandy Slicker
You're the thing that represents what we believe in.
You tell us we're all next of kin.
That's only because we're Americans and we're the best,
If anyone doesn't believe that you-say put it to the test!
You're the thing that reminds us each and every day who we are,
We might be on the home-front or maybe afar.
But the one thing we know is that we're free.
We won the war because we knew it had to be.
We gained our freedom and our symbol was you.
Our nation was very new.
Other countries didn't think we would last but you stood tall.
You proved that we're the best to all.
You mean the world to me for all that you stand for.
You will never fall on my watch,
That's because I'm proud to say that you're my American Flag!
Dimension: 6"X12" Canvas
Medium: Water-Based Windsor & Newton Acrylics
When Lovely Women Blossom to their Day
The moment stop
The rest just gaze
With Awe and Not
An Utter Word to Say.
Acrylic on Linen Canvas.
One of Helena's favorites. The Violinist is the famous Yehudi Menuhin. Helena listened to Brahm's Hungarian Dance No. 5 while painting this piece of work. Medium: Acrylic
Available as Limited Edition of Helena's Giclee' Prints with Certificate of Authenticity and available in notecards Medium-Pastels
Available also in Helena's Limited Edition Giclee' prints and notecards Medium: Acrylic
Available as limited edition Giclee' prints with Certificate of Authenticity Glamorous Heddy overlooking 5th Avenue Salon.
Available also in notecards and Limited Edition Giclee prints.
Original work is done in Acrylic medium. Another one of Helena's favorites.
Medium: Acrylic
Selection of notecards or a Giclee print One of Helena's favorite paintings.
Available in gorgeous notecards, and this is also a limited edition Giclee' print with a certificate of authenticity.
Medium: Acrylic
Another one of Helena's favorite painting. Picture taken outside of France, and the rooster being a sign of good luck
Original Medium: Mixed Medium, watercolour, charcoal
Comes also as Beautiful notecards!
Also comes as a Limited edition of 1000 Giclee' prints, comes with Certificate of Authenticity Seems to be one of everyone's favorites.
Limited Edition of 1000 Giclee' prints.
Your choice of sizes, 5x7, 8x10, 11x14, 16x20, 20x24, 24x30, 30x40.
Helena suggests 16x20 or 30x40 Striking and so very Symbolic.
Limited Edition of 1000 GiClee prints.
Each comes with Certficate of Authenticity.
This is actually Prince Charle's Gardens, one of my favorites.
Unlimited Edition
Original done in mixed medium.
Limited Edition of 500 , available in 16x20 GiClee Canvas Print on mounted stretch bars, and comes with Certificate of Authenticity Available 30"x40" Giclee print, Limited Edition of 1000 copies, and all include Helena's Certificate of Authenticity.
This passionate painting is one of Helena's favorites.
A Winter Wonderland of "Crystal" Absolutely stunning Giclee Print, Limited Edition of 1000 copies.
All Limited Edition prints will include Helena's Certificate of Authenticity. Dimension: 16”X20” Gesso treated stretch bar canvas
Medium: Acrylics
Neuschwanstein Castle (German: Schloss Neuschwanstein, lit. New Swan Stone palace, is a 19th-century Bavarian palace on a rugged hill near Hohenschwangau and Füssen in southwest Bavaria, Germany. The palace was commissioned by Ludwig II of Bavaria as a retreat and as an homage to Richard Wagner, the King’s inspiring muse. Although public photography of the interior is not permitted,[1] it is the most photographed building in Germany and is one of the country’s most popular tourist destinations.[2] Ludwig himself named it Neue Hohenschwangau; the name Neuschwanstein was coined after his death.
The reclusive Ludwig did not allow visitors to his castles, which he intended as personal refuges, but after his death in 1886 the castle was opened to the public (in part due to the need to pay off the debts Ludwig incurred financing its construction).[citation needed] Since that time over 50 million people have visited the Neuschwanstein Castle.[3] About 1.3 million people visit annually, with up to 6,000 per day in the summer.[4] The palace has appeared in several movies, and was the inspiration for Sleeping Beauty Castle (1955) at both Disneyland Park and Hong Kong Disneyland.
In 1923 Crown Prince Rupprecht gave the palace to the state of Bavaria, unlike nearby Hohenschwangau Castle which was transferred to the private Wittelsbach Trust (Wittelsbacher Ausgleichfonds), which is administered on behalf of the head of the house of Wittelsbach, currently Franz, Duke of Bavaria. The Free State of Bavaria has spent more than €14.5 million on Neuschwanstein’s maintenance, renovation and visitor services since 1990
Poem:
Neuschwanstein
Across the ocean and above the lands
Sits a legacy for all curious eyes.
An ivory castle on a lonely peak
Where even the clouds bow down
Beneath its soaring majestic spires.
It was the dream of one king not long ago
That flustered the brow of every fair maiden.
To build for beauty, hold art above war.
Dismissing tradition and logic for lies
And following a single dream to lands end.
He sat on the banks of the river Rhine
Imagining one original palace after the next.
Maybe he shopped in the Marienplatz
For velvet loveseats and porcelain swans
To adorn the seed of his hearts content.
But now the king has been gone for years.
And Bavaria has never quite been the same
Since the death of Kind Ludwig the mad.
His castles stand proud and greet the wanderers
And journeyman, and dreamers and historians alike.
Though all are rare in craft and dripping in style
One of his lonely dreams stands above the rest.
Reaching beyond the Alpine rolling skies
Coloring heaven with a touch of human royalty.
A place any Sleeping Beauty would pray to wake.
It is here, I fell in love again, twice in the time of a year.
First with the earth, its inhabitants achievements
And the very nature that hides them in its breast.
The lakes that capture the suns final rays,
The heaving mountains with their fancy caps of snow,
The whispering cow bells carried by the gentle winds
And the serenity of the painted villages sleeping below.
The second time was with a young mate
Who accompanied me to my secret place.
To cavort once the daily bustles had calmed.
He fell for the battlements I had loved before
Understood the treasures I longed to share.
He carried me up the mountain like a princess
To her new palace on the night they were wed.
He kissed me to the whimpering of waterfalls,
Then watched on as the sun sank to bed.
Blessed be whoever may fall upon this place
Tucked into the heart of the Bavarian Alps
For this is the spot where I proudly left my heart,
And left Neuschwanstein for widened eyes to behold.
Swirls and twirls of Hannah Magical Wish Granting Tree. There was once a weary traveler who sat down to rest in the shade of a tree. He did not know that the tree he rested upon was a magic tree. It is called " The Wish-Granting Tree." Seated on the hard ground, he thought how pleasant it would be if he can sleep in a soft bed. Instantly, a bed appeared before him. Astonished, the man immediately climbed onto the bed. Then, he thought that it would be nice if there would be a beautiful young girl beside him who would massage his sore legs. At that moment, a young girl appeared before him and began massaging him. "I'm so hungry," the man said to himself. "Having something to eat now would be a great pleasure." Instantly, a table appeared with delicious foods. The man rejoiced and began eating and drinking to his heart's content. His head spun a little and his eyelids grew heavy as the wine took effect. He stretched himself and was thinking about the wonderful events that took place on that extraordinary day. "I'll sleep for an hour or two," he thought. "The worst that could happen would be if a tiger wandered by while I'm asleep." Instantly a tiger appeared and devoured the poor man. You have a magic tree inside you, waiting to grant your wishes. But be careful! The same tree can also make your negative thoughts and fears come true. At the very least it will be influenced by your negative thoughts, so that the good things you wish for do not happen. That's what worrying can do. I wish with all my heart that you live a life free of worry, negative thoughts and fear, in the shade and comfort of your personal Wish-Granting Tree - Author Unknown I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
-- Joyce Kilmer
Medium: Acrylic
Available as Limited Edition of Helena's Giclee' Prints with Certificate of Authenticity and available in notecards Medium-Pastels
Available also in Helena's Limited Edition Giclee' prints and notecards Medium: Acrylic
Once again, one of Prince Charles Garden in London.
Limited edition, Available by print or mounted canvas. Dimension: 22"X28" Stretch Bar Canvas
Medium: Windsor & Newton Water-Based Acrylics
Bad Gardens copy, good gardens create, great gardens transcend. What all great gardens have
in common are their ability to pull the sensitive viewer out of him or herself and into the garden,
so completely that the separate self-sense disappears entirely, and at least for a brief moment
one is ushered into a nondual and timeless awareness. A great garden, in other words,
is mystical no matter what its actual content.
- Ken Wilbur, Grace and Grit, 1991, p. 109.
Dimension: 22"X28" Stretch Bar Canvas
Medium: Windsor & Newton Water-Based Acrylics
Bad Gardens copy, good gardens create, great gardens transcend. What all great gardens have
in common are their ability to pull the sensitive viewer out of him or herself and into the garden,
so completely that the separate self-sense disappears entirely, and at least for a brief moment
one is ushered into a nondual and timeless awareness. A great garden, in other words,
is mystical no matter what its actual content.
- Ken Wilbur, Grace and Grit, 1991, p. 109.
Medium: Windsor & Newton Acrylics
Dimension: 6"X12" Gesso Treated Canvas
Daddy's Empty Chair
Author: Unknown
Daddy's Empty Chair~~
A man's daughter had asked the local minister to
come and pray with her father.
When the minister arrived, he found the man lying
in bed with his head propped up on two pillows.
An empty chair sat beside his bed.
The minister assumed that the old fellow had been
informed of his visit.
"I guess you were expecting me, he said.
'No, who are you?" said the father.
The minister told him his name and then remarked,
"I saw the empty chair and I figured you knew I was going to show up,"
"Oh yeah, the chair," said the bedridden man.
"Would you mind closing the door?"
Puzzled, the minister shut the door.
"I have never told anyone this, not even my daughter,"
said the man.
"But all of my life I have never known how to pray.
At church I used to hear the pastor talk about prayer,
But it went right over my head."
I abandoned any attempt at prayer," the old man continued,
"until one day four years ago, my best friend said to me,
"Johnny, prayer is just a simple matter of having a conversation with Jesus.
Here is what I suggest."
"Sit down in a chair; place an empty chair in front of you,
and in faith see Jesus on the chair. It's not spooky because he promised, 'I
will be with you always'.
"Then just speak to him in the same way you're doing with me right now."
"So, I tried it and I've liked it so much that I do it
a couple of hours every day.
I'm careful though. If my daughter saw me talking to an empty chair, she'd
either have a nervous breakdown
or send me off to the funny farm."
The minister was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old man to
continue on the journey.
Then he prayed with him, anointed him with oil,
and returned to the church.
Two nights later the daughter called to tell the minister that her daddy had
died that afternoon.
Did he die in peace?" he asked.
Yes, when I left the house about two o'clock, he called me over to his
bedside, told me how much he loved me
and kissed me on the cheek.
When I got back from the store an hour later, I found him dead.
But there was something strange about his death.
Apparently, just before Daddy died, he leaned over and rested his head on the
chair beside the bed.
What do you make of that?"
The minister wiped a tear from his eye and said,
"I wish we could all go like that."
Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive.
I asked God for water,
He gave me! an ocean.
I asked God for a flower,
He gave me a garden.
I asked God for a friend,
He gave me all of YOU...
If God brings you to it, He will bring you through
it.
Happy moments, praise God.
Difficult moments, seek God.
Quiet moments, worship God.
Painful moments, trust God.
Every moment, thank God. Medium: Newton & Windsor Water-Based acrylics
Dimension: 8"X10" Canvas Board
There is another painting of mine, very similar to this one...it is called"Late May At Cape Cod." Very Symbolic, as I painted another, smaller...and you can see that there is a fisherman in search for freedom. At the other end of the painting, is the American Flag. Let Freedom Ring!
MY AMERICAN FLAG
Poet: Brandy Slicker
You're the thing that represents what we believe in.
You tell us we're all next of kin.
That's only because we're Americans and we're the best,
If anyone doesn't believe that you-say put it to the test!
You're the thing that reminds us each and every day who we are,
We might be on the home-front or maybe afar.
But the one thing we know is that we're free.
We won the war because we knew it had to be.
We gained our freedom and our symbol was you.
Our nation was very new.
Other countries didn't think we would last but you stood tall.
You proved that we're the best to all.
You mean the world to me for all that you stand for.
You will never fall on my watch,
That's because I'm proud to say that you're my American Flag!
Dimension: 6"X12" Canvas
Medium: Water-Based Windsor & Newton Acrylics
When Lovely Women Blossom to their Day
The moment stop
The rest just gaze
With Awe and Not
An Utter Word to Say.
Dimension: 16"X20" Stretch Bar Canvas
Medium: water-based Acrylics
Backyards are not the only place to have a sense of peace and tranquilty.
A comfy front porch makes a great escape, a lovely spot to chat with friends and neighbors.
Painting of a front porch at a home in Hamilton, Massachusetts.
Medium: Acrylic on canvas
Dimension: 16"X20"
Intense and rich vibrant colors of roses, miniature roses, and one daisy, done in simple small brush strokes all blended in. An emotion to feel , "So Close To You."
wanna be with you for ever and for always
A touch of your hand makes me shiver
When you leave me all alone
I cry a deep river
When you tell me you love me
And look deep into my eyes
I wonder if you really know that
I loved you from the start
Your lips so soft with passion
Touching against mine
And when you let go
I always wanna cry
~Anonymous
Dimension: 8"X10" on Canvas Board
Medium: Acrylics
Song: Under the Boardwalk
When the sun beats down and burns the tar up on the roof,
And your shoes get so hot you wish your tired feet were fireproof,
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea,
On a blanket with my baby, that's where I'll be.
From the park you hear the happy sound of the carousel,
You can almost taste the hot dogs and french fries they sell,
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea,
On a blanket with my baby, that's where I'll be.
Under the boardwalk, (Out of the sun)
Under the boardwalk, (We'll be having some fun)
Under the boardwalk, (People walking above)
Under the boardwalk, (We'll be falling in love)
Under the boardwalk, (Boardwalk!)
Oooh, la la la la la la.
Oooh, la la la la la la la la la.
Help me somebody, sing some la la's with me.
Under the night, under the stars by the raging sea.
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea,
On a blanket with my baby, that's where I'll be.
Under the boardwalk, (Out of the sun)
Under the boardwalk, (We'll be having some fun)
Under the boardwalk, (People walking above)
Under the boardwalk, (We'll be falling in love)
Under the boardwalk, (Boardwalk!)
Acrylic on Linen Canvas.
One of Helena's favorites. The Violinist is the famous Yehudi Menuhin. Helena listened to Brahm's Hungarian Dance No. 5 while painting this piece of work. Medium: Acrylic
Available as Limited Edition of Helena's Giclee' Prints with Certificate of Authenticity and available in notecards Medium-Pastels
Available also in Helena's Limited Edition Giclee' prints and notecards Medium: Acrylic
Available as limited edition Giclee' prints with Certificate of Authenticity Glamorous Heddy overlooking 5th Avenue Salon.
Available also in notecards and Limited Edition Giclee prints.
Original work is done in Acrylic medium. Another one of Helena's favorites.
Medium: Acrylic
Selection of notecards or a Giclee print One of Helena's favorite paintings.
Available in gorgeous notecards, and this is also a limited edition Giclee' print with a certificate of authenticity.
Medium: Acrylic
Another one of Helena's favorite painting. Picture taken outside of France, and the rooster being a sign of good luck
Original Medium: Mixed Medium, watercolour, charcoal
Comes also as Beautiful notecards!
Also comes as a Limited edition of 1000 Giclee' prints, comes with Certificate of Authenticity Seems to be one of everyone's favorites.
Limited Edition of 1000 Giclee' prints.
Your choice of sizes, 5x7, 8x10, 11x14, 16x20, 20x24, 24x30, 30x40.
Helena suggests 16x20 or 30x40 Striking and so very Symbolic.
Limited Edition of 1000 GiClee prints.
Each comes with Certficate of Authenticity.
This is actually Prince Charle's Gardens, one of my favorites.
Unlimited Edition
Original done in mixed medium.
Limited Edition of 500 , available in 16x20 GiClee Canvas Print on mounted stretch bars, and comes with Certificate of Authenticity Available 30"x40" Giclee print, Limited Edition of 1000 copies, and all include Helena's Certificate of Authenticity.
This passionate painting is one of Helena's favorites.
A Winter Wonderland of "Crystal" Absolutely stunning Giclee Print, Limited Edition of 1000 copies.
All Limited Edition prints will include Helena's Certificate of Authenticity. Dimension: 16”X20” Gesso treated stretch bar canvas
Medium: Acrylics
Neuschwanstein Castle (German: Schloss Neuschwanstein, lit. New Swan Stone palace, is a 19th-century Bavarian palace on a rugged hill near Hohenschwangau and Füssen in southwest Bavaria, Germany. The palace was commissioned by Ludwig II of Bavaria as a retreat and as an homage to Richard Wagner, the King’s inspiring muse. Although public photography of the interior is not permitted,[1] it is the most photographed building in Germany and is one of the country’s most popular tourist destinations.[2] Ludwig himself named it Neue Hohenschwangau; the name Neuschwanstein was coined after his death.
The reclusive Ludwig did not allow visitors to his castles, which he intended as personal refuges, but after his death in 1886 the castle was opened to the public (in part due to the need to pay off the debts Ludwig incurred financing its construction).[citation needed] Since that time over 50 million people have visited the Neuschwanstein Castle.[3] About 1.3 million people visit annually, with up to 6,000 per day in the summer.[4] The palace has appeared in several movies, and was the inspiration for Sleeping Beauty Castle (1955) at both Disneyland Park and Hong Kong Disneyland.
In 1923 Crown Prince Rupprecht gave the palace to the state of Bavaria, unlike nearby Hohenschwangau Castle which was transferred to the private Wittelsbach Trust (Wittelsbacher Ausgleichfonds), which is administered on behalf of the head of the house of Wittelsbach, currently Franz, Duke of Bavaria. The Free State of Bavaria has spent more than €14.5 million on Neuschwanstein’s maintenance, renovation and visitor services since 1990
Poem:
Neuschwanstein
Across the ocean and above the lands
Sits a legacy for all curious eyes.
An ivory castle on a lonely peak
Where even the clouds bow down
Beneath its soaring majestic spires.
It was the dream of one king not long ago
That flustered the brow of every fair maiden.
To build for beauty, hold art above war.
Dismissing tradition and logic for lies
And following a single dream to lands end.
He sat on the banks of the river Rhine
Imagining one original palace after the next.
Maybe he shopped in the Marienplatz
For velvet loveseats and porcelain swans
To adorn the seed of his hearts content.
But now the king has been gone for years.
And Bavaria has never quite been the same
Since the death of Kind Ludwig the mad.
His castles stand proud and greet the wanderers
And journeyman, and dreamers and historians alike.
Though all are rare in craft and dripping in style
One of his lonely dreams stands above the rest.
Reaching beyond the Alpine rolling skies
Coloring heaven with a touch of human royalty.
A place any Sleeping Beauty would pray to wake.
It is here, I fell in love again, twice in the time of a year.
First with the earth, its inhabitants achievements
And the very nature that hides them in its breast.
The lakes that capture the suns final rays,
The heaving mountains with their fancy caps of snow,
The whispering cow bells carried by the gentle winds
And the serenity of the painted villages sleeping below.
The second time was with a young mate
Who accompanied me to my secret place.
To cavort once the daily bustles had calmed.
He fell for the battlements I had loved before
Understood the treasures I longed to share.
He carried me up the mountain like a princess
To her new palace on the night they were wed.
He kissed me to the whimpering of waterfalls,
Then watched on as the sun sank to bed.
Blessed be whoever may fall upon this place
Tucked into the heart of the Bavarian Alps
For this is the spot where I proudly left my heart,
And left Neuschwanstein for widened eyes to behold.
Wild beauties hauling through the snow! TO MY HORSE By Whitney Robinson From day to day and year to year It's you that makes me whole The pounding of your hooves Sparks magic in my soul. Who could match out joy? None would be so bold As we canter through the meadows In a dance of ages old. You were a gift from Heaven On Earth you give me wings And even Angel envy The joy such freedom brings We will travel the world over And track the rainbow to it's end We will find out pot of Gold And continue 'round the bend. Our Gold may come as trophies Or ribbons flashing blue But these things matter little My Treasure lies in YOU. Art Exhibit at Armenian Library and Museum of America, Fall, 2007
Children's Christmas Illustrations from book, "Olivia's Magical Christmas Adventure at the North Pole"
Illustration from the book, "Olivia's Magical Christmas Adventure at the North Pole"
Illustration from the book, "Olivia's Magical Christmas Adventure at the North Pole"
Illustration from the book, "Olivia's Magical Christmas Adventure at the North Pole"
Children's Illustrations from book, "Good Night God, Love Olivia"
Illustration from Children's Book, "Good Night God, Love Olivia"
Children's Illustrations from book, "Lilly, the Littlest Cricket"
Illustration from the Children's Book, "Lilly, the Littlest Cricket"
Illustration from the Children's Book, "Lilly, the Littlest Cricket"
Extensive Works
Sierra's Garden Room
Daddy's Empty Chair
In Search For America's Freedom
When Lovely Women
Wild Heart Running
Afternoon at Emmaline's Front Porch
Neuschwanstein Castle
Hannah's Magical Wish Granting Tree
Wild Wild Horses
Michael Jackson-"I'll Be There"
The Dance
The Wandering Violinist
Heddy
Annahis
The Giving
My Little Soul "Ihm Hokees"
Fine Art
Sierra's Garden Room
Daddy's Empty Chair
In Search For America's Freedom
When Lovely Women
Wild Heart Running
Afternoon at Emmaline's Front Porch
So Close To You
On The Boardwalk
Neuschwanstein Castle
Hannah's Magical Wish Granting Tree
Wild Wild Horses
Michael Jackson-"I'll Be There"
A Poem As Lovely As A Tree
Carnival
Late May at Cape Cod
The Dance
Breathe Again
The Wandering Violinist
Sunrise at Bar Harbor, Maine
A Summer's Dream
Wilhelmina's Windowseat
Heddy
Annahis
The Giving
My Little Soul "Ihm Hokees"
Three Hundred Sixty-Five
Illustration from Children's Book, "Good Night God, Love Olivia"
Fine Art's Gallery 2009
Wild Wild Horses
Michael Jackson-"I'll Be There"
A Poem As Lovely As A Tree
Carnival
Late May at Cape Cod
Breathe Again
Fine Art's Gallery 2010
Sierra's Garden Room
Daddy's Empty Chair
In Search For America's Freedom
When Lovely Women
Wild Heart Running
Afternoon at Emmaline's Front Porch
Gallery Exhibit Reception Photos -October 21, 2007
Gorgeous Notecards for all Occasions (Available in 4"x6" or 5"x7")
Sierra's Garden Room
When Lovely Women
Wild Heart Running
So Close To You
A Poem As Lovely As A Tree
The Giving
Crystal
The Outdoor Gathering
I Borrowed My Mother's Hat
Helena's Art Gallery Notecards (Available either 4x6 or 5x7)
Sierra's Garden Room
When Lovely Women
Wild Wild Horses
A Poem As Lovely As A Tree
Crystal
The Outdoor Gathering
I Borrowed My Mother's Hat
Helena's Limited Edition GiClee' Prints
Sierra's Garden Room
In Search For America's Freedom
When Lovely Women
The Wandering Violinist
Sunrise at Bar Harbor, Maine
A Summer's Dream
Wilhelmina's Windowseat
Heddy
The Giving
My Little Soul "Ihm Hokees"
"Khoroz" The Rooster
"I Borrowed My Mother's Hat"
Peace
The Prince's Gardens
"Crystal"
The Outdoor Gathering
Landscapes
Neuschwanstein Castle
Hannah's Magical Wish Granting Tree
A Poem As Lovely As A Tree
Sunrise at Bar Harbor, Maine
A Summer's Dream
The Prince's Fields
Published Children's Books
Selections of All Occasions-Special Notecards-Available 4"x6" from Fine Arts to Children's Illustrations
Sierra's Garden Room
Spiritual
What is GiClee' Printing?
Sierra's Garden Room
Daddy's Empty Chair
In Search For America's Freedom
When Lovely Women
Afternoon at Emmaline's Front Porch
So Close To You
On The Boardwalk
The Wandering Violinist
Sunrise at Bar Harbor, Maine
A Summer's Dream
Wilhelmina's Windowseat
Heddy
The Giving
My Little Soul "Ihm Hokees"
"Khoroz" The Rooster
"I Borrowed My Mother's Hat"
Peace
The Prince's Gardens
"Crystal"
The Outdoor Gathering
Winterscapes
Neuschwanstein Castle
Wild Wild Horses
♥Helena Bebirian
♥Passionate Artist & Colorist
♥Children’s Book Writer & Illustrator
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email: helena@helenasartgallery.com
