Art Pendants!

I am very excited to unveil my newest creation: Art Pendants!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucidopticlab/6174316626/" title="Lucid Art Pendents by Lucid Optic Lab, on Flickr"><img alt="Lucid Art Pendents" height="335" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6159/6174316626_c57bcb766b.jpg" style="WIDTH: 430px; HEIGHT: 279px" width="500" /></a><br /><br />Yep...thats right, now you can wear my art 'round your neck if you so choose.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucidrose/6174509050/" title="wearing my art pendant by lucidRose, on Flickr"><img alt="wearing my art pendant" height="500" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6176/6174509050_f3d33d08e4.jpg" width="403" /></a><br />Here I am, proudly modeling one of the pendants on a ribbon necklace. I have 6 out of 40 listed in <a href="http://www.lucidopticlab.etsy.com/"><strong>my etsy shop</strong></a>, so stay tuned for more to come!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucidrose/6174508950/" title="art pendant by Chelsea Rose by lucidRose, on Flickr"><img alt="art pendant by Chelsea Rose" height="374" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6157/6174508950_bd942d736b.jpg" style="WIDTH: 407px; HEIGHT: 312px" width="500" /></a><br />A bit about the pendants:<br />These one of a kind necklaces feature an original piece of art by me or<strong> </strong><a href="http://www.dannyebruarts.blogspot.com/"><strong>Danny Ebru</strong></a> that has been sealed into a glass pendant using water resistant glaze and hung from an adjustable ribbon necklace.<br /><br />Here are the first three pendants featuring my art that we have listed in our etsy shop:<br /><br /><img height="385" src="http://img1.etsystatic.com/il_570xN.272984017.jpg" style="WIDTH: 278px; HEIGHT: 299px" width="282" /><br /><strong>Faery Masquerade Art Pendant</strong>- $10 see the sale listing <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/82371895/faery-masquerade-art-pendant"><strong>here</strong></a>.<br /><br />"The art used in this necklace is an archival giclee print of Chelsea's original acrylic painting 'Masquerade Ball.' Let this pendant serve as a thing of beauty or work as a good luck charm of sorts, helping you tap into your personal mystery and self made magick. "<br /><br /><img height="601" src="http://img1.etsystatic.com/il_570xN.272976909.jpg" style="WIDTH: 337px; HEIGHT: 462px" width="420" /><br /><strong>Cat Goddess Bast Art Pendant</strong>- $10 see the sale listing <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/82371073/cat-goddess-bast-art-pendant"><strong>here</strong></a>.<br /><br />"The art used in this necklace is an archival giclee print of Chelsea's original acrylic painting 'Bast, Keeper of the Meadow.'Let this pendant serve as a thing of beauty or work as a good luck charm of sorts, unleashing the stamina and power of your inner lioness. "<br /><br /><img height="446" src="http://img3.etsystatic.com/il_570xN.272983635.jpg" style="WIDTH: 397px; HEIGHT: 383px" width="401" /><br /><strong>Third Eye Goddess Art Pendant</strong>- $10 see the sale listing <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/82370503/third-eye-goddess-art-pendant?ref=v1_other_2"><strong>here</strong></a>.<br /><br />"Chelsea's drawing, 'Third Eye Goddess' used in this necklace is not a print but an original mini colored pencil illustration created for the sole purpose of turning your neck into an art gallery. Let this pendant serve as a thing of beauty or work as a good luck charm of sorts, stimulating your third eye, sharpening your perspective of this world and the ones in-between. "<br /><br />So, there you have it. Many more to be added into<strong> </strong><a href="http://www.lucidopticlab.etsy.com/"><strong>our online shop</strong></a> in the next few weeks as i find time to take pictures and list the pendants( we have around 40 made!)<br />I cant wait to see what sort of response we get with them down at the <a href="http://www.portlandsaturdaymarket.com/"><strong>Portland Saturday Market</strong></a> this weekend. Wish us luck!<br /><br />Much love,<br />-Chelsea Rose

Art Pendants!

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More Strawberry Woman Body art photos + Rainbow Gathering snapshots

Summer feels to have finally blossomed!<br /><br />And I am slowly unfurling my new body art series centered on honoring and manifesting the "Earth Goddess."<br /><br />Here are two more shots from the first body paint/photoshoot of the series:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucidrose/5907976740/" title="Odaemin The Strawberry Woman by lucidRose, on Flickr"><img alt="Odaemin The Strawberry Woman" height="500" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6036/5907976740_3c2a842cda.jpg" width="335" /></a><br />Odaemin the Strawberry Woman<br />(body art and photography by Chelsea Rose)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucidrose/5907976728/" title="Odaemin the Strawberry Woman by lucidRose, on Flickr"><img alt="Odaemin the Strawberry Woman" height="357" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6025/5907976728_0e20e95fc6.jpg" style="WIDTH: 398px; HEIGHT: 267px" width="500" /></a><br />Odaemin the Strawberry Woman<br />(body art and photography by Chelsea Rose)<br /><br />...Very excited to share more with you from this shoot. Photographing my Goddesses in the woods is a fascinating experience because mother nature is constantly adding her artistic twist in each photo. I love the way she played with light in both of these captures. In the first she’s creating a enchanting waterfall of light that kisses my model's profile. In the second i love how mother nature lit up the third eye so dramatically. Cant wait to get outside for another body art shoot and do some more collaborating with the forces that be!<br /><br />In other news, we rocked a booth for Last Thursday Artwalk on Alberta st. The first one that wasn’t rained out all year!<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucidopticlab/5905996014/" title="Last Thursday Art Walk on Alberta - June '11 by Lucid Optic Lab, on Flickr"><img alt="Last Thursday Art Walk on Alberta - June '11" height="335" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5192/5905996014_c2d4638828.jpg" style="WIDTH: 410px; HEIGHT: 253px" width="500" /></a><br />(photo by <a href="http://www.lucidopticlab.com/"><strong>danny</strong></a> )<br />And this coming weekend we will be selling art in our booth at the yearly <a href="http://www.mississippiave.com/index.cfm?pid=2434"><strong>Mississippi street fair</strong></a>. Come say hi if you can!<br /><br />However this past weekend was an amazingly beautiful experience. I went to the Rainbow Gathering in Washington. It was massive, and the quality of human interaction was profound. I made and met some wonderful friends and soul kin, and did a fair amount of body painting too!<br />Here are some photos:<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucidrose/5907249909/" title="Rainbow Gathering 2011 by lucidRose, on Flickr"><img alt="Rainbow Gathering 2011" height="500" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6002/5907249909_22d3e5d5eb.jpg" width="355" /></a><br />(photo by <a href="http://www.lucidopticlab.com/"><strong>danny</strong></a> )<br />Here I am deep in the forest of Washington within the Rainbow. non stop smiles.<br />wearing my moms old jacket, which she wore to her first rainbow gathering back in 1982.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucidrose/5907249827/" title="Rainbow Gathering 2011 by lucidRose, on Flickr"><img alt="Rainbow Gathering 2011" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5038/5907249827_b0e256d812.jpg" width="370" /></a><br />(photo by <a href="http://www.lucidopticlab.com/"><strong>danny</strong></a> )<br />Not sure how it happened but the universe gifted me an amazingly random meeting of a long time artist friend from online. And now we are brother and sister of the rainbow!!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucidrose/5907249719/" title="Rainbow Gathering 2011 by lucidRose, on Flickr"><img alt="Rainbow Gathering 2011" height="335" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6058/5907249719_e6ea83f25c.jpg" width="500" /></a><br />(photo and words by <a href="http://www.lucidopticlab.com/"><strong>danny</strong></a> )<br />"an eclectic group of people filled the forest of southern Washington by the thousands this July to celebrate the idea of peace and brotherhood. We ventured for about 2 hours to get there, which is nothing compared to those who drove in from all over the country. Every state had people there to represent their land. Our tent was set in the forest next to the base of some massive trees and right next to the African drum tent which held the rhythms till sunrise. We had tons of fun drumming, wandering, and making friends. "<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucidopticlab/5907260287/" title="Rainbow gathering '11 by Lucid Optic Lab, on Flickr"><img alt="Rainbow gathering '11" height="335" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6019/5907260287_86aeca84eb.jpg" width="500" /></a><br />(photo and words by <a href="http://www.lucidopticlab.com/"><strong>danny</strong></a> )<br />"Sun rise on the large meadow at the gathering.<br />As the sun hit the field and warmed the earth a swirling steam rose up out of the ground, undulated over the clearing and gently woke the rainbow folk to a refreshing new day."<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucidopticlab/5907260435/" title="Rainbow gathering '11 by Lucid Optic Lab, on Flickr"><img alt="Rainbow gathering '11" height="335" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6046/5907260435_6696c81608.jpg" width="500" /></a><br />(photo and words by <a href="http://www.lucidopticlab.com/">danny</a> )<br />"an eclectic group of people filled the forest of southern Washington by the thousands this July to celebrate the idea of peace and brotherhood."<br /><br />....I really wish we could have stayed longer and made a true home of the gathering. But alas, work called us home early. I hope to gather for the next Rainbow, where ever it might land...and make a few weeks trip out of it. Yes yes!<br /><br />Feeling refreshed and charged with love and light!<br />Looking forward to the future.<br /><br />My "Goddess In All Of Us" series will be on display inside at <a href="http://inotherwords.org/events/library-grand-opening"><strong>In Other Words Feminist book store</strong></a> for the month of July. And here is a perfect reason to come check it out :<br /><img height="1461" src="http://inotherwords.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/LL-Grande-Opening1.jpg" style="WIDTH: 422px; HEIGHT: 548px" width="958" /><br /><br /><br />Blessings,<br />-Chelsea Rose

More Strawberry Woman Body art photos + Rainbow Gathering snapshots

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1st photos from my new Earth Goddess series and more

Hello Lovelies,<br />I have some great news!<br />On Sunday I finally began my new "Goddess In All Of Us" series called "Earth Goddess."<br />I have been waiting all winter and spring for the rain to finally let up so that I could take my painted Goddesses outdoors and photograph them meshed in the wilds of mother earth. And so it has begun! I am pacing myself, so for now I have posted two images from the shoot on Sunday, and here they are:<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucidrose/5886789732/" title="Odaemin, Strawberry Woman by lucidRose, on Flickr"><img alt="Odaemin, Strawberry Woman" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5066/5886789732_8b4030a7bd.jpg" width="335" /></a><br />Odaemin the Strawberry Woman<br />body art and photography by Chelsea Rose<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucidrose/5886789730/" title="Odaemin, Strawberry Woman by lucidRose, on Flickr"><img alt="Odaemin, Strawberry Woman" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5071/5886789730_1bbaca2d5e.jpg" width="393" /></a><br />Odaemin the Strawberry Woman<br />body art and photography by Chelsea Rose<br /><br />It was hard work but I think we had lots of fun. Studio photography, like the first series was, is SO much easier and controlled while shooting in the woods is anything but! Firstly we had to lug all of our photography and camp equipment out into woods that were secluded enough for a safe, relatively private day. Then we had to contend with the fickle moods of the sun, who continued to switch from searing sun to nice gray even overcast clouds, not to mention the onslaught of swarming insects. But despite the hardships....It felt sooooo good to do the body painting out doors.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucidrose/5883817432/" title="body art in the woods by lucidRose, on Flickr"><img alt="body art in the woods" height="335" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6038/5883817432_97717b6073.jpg" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucidrose/5883817378/" title="body art in the woods by lucidRose, on Flickr"><img alt="body art in the woods" height="335" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6014/5883817378_ebe6825f42.jpg" width="500" /></a><br />Look at all that dreamy green we got to hang out with!<br /><br />My model was a fascinating person to speak with and the 5 hours i took to paint her went by fast with all the great conversations we had. She is mixed Ojibway Native American and helped me come up with the title for her group of images: "Odaemin the Strawberry Woman." Firstly Odaemin in native laguage means heart berry. "Ode’min Giizis (pronounced o’DAY-min GHEE-zus) is the sixth moon of the Anishinaabe calendar. It marks the beginning of summer, the longest day of the year, and the harvest of the strawberry in June. The root word of ode’min is “ode”. “Ode” signifies the heart in Anishinaabemowin (the Anishinaabe language). As the strawberry resembles the shape and colour of the human heart, it also represents the sweetest and kindest of emotions that bring people together to feast and exchange ideas." And in Ojibway( Anishinabek) culture it is said that Odaemin was the name for their first shaman. Fascinating no? I think this all relates so well to the time of the shoot along with the feel of the photos.<br />I will be posting more finished photos from the shoot next week...so stay tuned! Cant wait to see where this Earth Goddess series takes me next...to the coast? to the desert? to the rain forest? to the swamp? And what Goddess will be next to be conjured up out of the body paint and energy collaboration between myself, my model and mother earth?<br /><br />In other news, I have been focusing a bit more energy on myself in these ways:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucidrose/5870793834/" title="Looky what I got! by lucidRose, on Flickr"><img alt="Looky what I got!" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5263/5870793834_f7725b4683.jpg" width="357" /></a><br />I got a new tattoo!<br />I designed it based on the dimensions of the Fibonacci or Golden spiral ( the spiral is representative of a ratio that is found in the growth cycle and life pattern of all living things. Philosophically it also stands as a symbol for the infinite as well as a portal that transcends boundaries of astral planes and multiple dimensions.) I embellished the sacred shape with spiraling leaves and a bud to create something akin to The Flower of Life.<br /><br />I also did some dready maintenance by redyeing my dreads with Henna. This revitalized the health of my scalp and turned me once more into a ginger. I then had my friend Queen Bead help me sew all my faerie wool dreads back in and viola:<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucidrose/5859166260/" title="Summer solstice dready update by lucidRose, on Flickr"><img alt="Summer solstice dready update" height="391" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2716/5859166260_74be026fd6.jpg" style="WIDTH: 415px; HEIGHT: 319px" width="500" /></a><br /><br />I also just recently had some blood work done and found out a few interesting things I had no idea about. I am anemic and allergic to gluten and yeast. So for the next three months i will be eating very differently from before. I have been a vegetarian(who ate fish) for 5 years..and i suppose its now time to start eating chicken again( as a way to get more iron.) And i love breads soooo much, but from now on i will have to stay away unless its some odd creation such as rice bread.<br /><br />So thats what i have been up to.<br /><br />Here is what is coming up on my agenda:<br /><br />Today is <a href="http://www.artonalberta.org/">Last Thursday Artwalk on Alberta street</a>! So we will be down there with a full booth of art for the event( set up around 20th-24th street i think.) Hope to see you there!<br /><br />For July I am having a solo show of my Goddess In All Of Us series at <a href="http://inotherwords.org/">In Other Words feminist bookstore</a> and library, right here in portland oregon. I dont have the opening date yet, but I will share once its chosen.<br /><br />....other plans are formulating but are probably to vague to begin listing off, so thats it for now!<br /><br />Phew...this is a lengthy entry isn’t it?<br />Hope your summer is shaping up wonderfully.<br /><br />Love and Light,<br />-Chelsea Rose

1st photos from my new Earth Goddess series and more

Hello Lovelies, I have some great news! On Sunday I finally began my new "Goddess In All Of Us" series called "Earth Goddess....

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Painting progress on "Mistress and the Orb"

Hi! I had a fun weekend. How bout you?<br><br /><br />Saturday was spent downtown, vending my art at the <a href="http://www.portlandsaturdaymarket.com/"><strong>Portland Saturday Market</strong></a>. I was very very pleased that there was no rain for the day, yay! I brought along my current "work in progress" painting and got a lot done on it, check it out: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucidrose/5608468510/" title="work in progress by lucidRose, on Flickr"><img alt="work in progress" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5187/5608468510_a615b892e3.jpg" width="384" /></a> Its not done yet....but getting very close. Not only did it give me something to do while sitting there from 10-5...painting live in my booth drew a lot of interest from the crowd. people were very excited to see some art in progress and i had fun talking with them about my mediums, my process and my inspirations. I think I will have to bring something to paint more often when I am down there, it was so much fun!<br><br /><br />People at the market seemed very much drawn to "The Mistress and the Orb" and were asking if they could buy a print of her...thus I have decided to release prints of the original pen and ink drawing for sale:<br /><p align="left"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucidrose/5467581518/" title="Mistress and the Orb by lucidRose, on Flickr"><img alt="Mistress and the Orb" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5135/5467581518_07aa3cbb44.jpg" width="375" /></a></p><br /><br /><br>5"x7" High quality digital print<br /><br /><br>Original pen and ink drawing by Chelsea Rose<br /><br /><br>On sale for $7.<br /><br /><br>Click here to <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/71933227/mistress-and-the-orb-art-print"><strong>buy</strong></a>.<br /><br /><br>And now for some super awesome amazingness:<br /><p align="left"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucidopticlab/5610099219/" title="sri yantra ebru by Lucid Optic Lab, on Flickr"><img alt="sri yantra ebru" height="207" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5228/5610099219_e259c8b948_m.jpg" width="240"> </a></p><br /><br /><br>"Sri Yantra Ebru"<br /><br /><br>original 100%handmade four layer acrylic and ink ebru(turkish paper marbling) monoprint on kozo paper by <strong><a href="http://www.flickr.com/lucidopticlab">Danny Rodriguez</a>.</strong><br /><br /><br>He contuies to amazing me each time he does a new Ebru project. Interested to see what he will make next.<br /><br /><br />But It isnt always all work, work, create, work...I swear! On Sunday we made it a point to not get out of bed until 10:00am, and that felt great. Despite sleeping in I got all my house chores done including cleaning our patio out and planting some morning glory seeds(I know some people consider them a weed but they are my fave flower!) Today after work I intend to go on the hunt for some various flower seeds + basil and chamomile seeds. I think i need some more soil also. I am looking forward to some warmer weather so that I can hang out on my patio again, drink, tea, play with my cat and read some books. I have a small lil space to grow things but i try to utlize it anyhow. <br><br /><br />Here are some photos from last years lil patio garden: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucidrose/4884297216/" title="One summer evening by lucidRose, on Flickr"><img alt="One summer evening" height="500" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4138/4884297216_0bbf9db84b.jpg" style="WIDTH: 420px; HEIGHT: 459px" width="480" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucidrose/4884293196/" title="summer patio garden by lucidRose, on Flickr"><img alt="summer patio garden" height="414" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4096/4884293196_a2606f9084.jpg" style="WIDTH: 436px; HEIGHT: 383px" width="500" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucidrose/4899362387/" title="Morning glories by lucidRose, on Flickr"><img alt="Morning glories" height="422" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4073/4899362387_c767dccb88.jpg" style="WIDTH: 434px; HEIGHT: 402px" width="500" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucidrose/5068304711/" title="Home grown Basil by lucidRose, on Flickr"><img alt="Home grown Basil" height="335" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4152/5068304711_15e2a83b0e.jpg" style="WIDTH: 443px; HEIGHT: 318px" width="500" /></a><br /><br /><br> So, have you begun your garden yet? If so what are you planting?<br /><br /><br> Much love and light,<br /><br /><br> -Chelsea Rose

Painting progress on "Mistress and the Orb"

Hi! I had a fun weekend. How bout you? Saturday was spent downtown, vending my art at the Portland Saturday Market . I was very very pleased...

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New Pen and Ink Drawings

<div align="left">Its April already? In Portland we broke the 60 degree mark for the 1st time yesterday. Still feels like winter to me! Thus in the evenings I am still tucking myself in a lot, puttin on a good movie and drawing.</div><br /><div align="left">Here are some recents:</div><br /><div align="left"><img alt="Do you like my Fancy Hat?" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5144/5578789830_733c5a0b7a.jpg" width="366" /> </div><br /><div align="left">"Do You Like My Fancy Hat?" </div><br /><div align="left">original pen and ink drawing by Chelsea Rose </div><br /><p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucidrose/5578789802/" title="Goddess of the Fields by lucidRose, on Flickr"><img alt="Goddess of the Fields" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5016/5578789802_9d1ba0423a.jpg" width="371" /></a> </p><br /><p>"Goddess Of the Fields" </p><br /><p>Original pen and ink drawing by Chelsea Rose </p><br /><p>In other news, I shall be selling my art this weekend at the <a href="http://www.portlandsaturdaymarket.com/">Portland Saturday Market</a>. If you are in town, come on down and say hi! </p><br /><p>Peace n Love, -Chelsea Rose</p>

New Pen and Ink Drawings

Its April already? In Portland we broke the 60 degree mark for the 1st time yesterday. Still feels like winter to me! Thus in the evenings I...

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Yellow Maiden pen and ink plus two more Goddess prints

Just listed some new items in my online shop!<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lucidrose/5423926552/" title="Yellow Maiden ink acrylic painting by lucidRose, on Flickr"><img alt="Yellow Maiden ink acrylic painting" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5094/5423926552_060768d9d6.jpg" width="375" /></a><br />Yellow Maiden<br />4" x 12" x 1"<br />ink illustration over acrylic painted canvas, gloss varnished<br />by Chelsea Rose<br />Origianl art peice selling for $30. see the sale listing<strong> </strong><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/67597786/yellow-maiden-ink-and-acrylic-painting?ref=v1_other_1"><strong>here</strong></a>.<br /><br />I also released two more of my limited eiditing Goddess prints:<br /><img height="728" src="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_570xN.215081983.jpg" style="WIDTH: 424px; HEIGHT: 683px" width="478" /><br />Goddess In All of Us body art photograph<br />Fetal<br />Blissful Hope<br />By Chelsea Rose<br />4" x 6"<br />First Edition fine art print on photo paper, sealed in a crystal clear archival envelope.<br />signed by the artist, Chelsea Rose<br />selling for $10 <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/67594359/goddess-in-all-of-us-first-edition-art?ref=v1_other_1"><strong>here</strong></a>.<br /><br /><img height="739" src="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_570xN.215079636.jpg" style="WIDTH: 427px; HEIGHT: 689px" width="473" /><br />Goddess In All of Us body art photograph<br />Meditation<br />Love Thy Self<br />By Chelsea Rose<br />4" x 6"<br />First Edition fine art print on photo paper, sealed in a crystal clear archival envelope.<br />signed by the artist, Chelsea Rose<br />selling for $10 <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/67593361/goddess-in-all-of-us-first-edition-art?ref=v1_other_2"><strong>here</strong></a>.<br /><br />Peace n Love!<br />-Chelsea Rose

Yellow Maiden pen and ink plus two more Goddess prints

Just listed some new items in my online shop! Yellow Maiden 4" x 12" x 1" ink illustration over acrylic painted canvas, gloss...

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Eternal Canvas a short story by Chelsea Rose

Happy Friday all.<br />For the first time on my blog I am going to share a short fiction story I wrote.<br />I am particpating in a <a href="http://greenwoman.wordpress.com/2010/12/03/in-which-you-are-invited-to-a-party/"><strong>fiction writing party</strong></a> a friend of mine holds once a month on her blog. The offical blog party begins on Sunday but seeing that i beleive i wont have much time to access the computer over the weekend i figured i would go ahead and post it today. Anyhoo, for those who enjoy reading please feel free and do let me know your thoughts!<br />Speical thanks to my writing buddies <a href="http://forestlass.blogspot.com/"><strong>Sara</strong></a> and <a href="http://greenwoman.wordpress.com/"><strong>Michelle</strong></a> for making a few much needed swipes through with their red markers. Much love!<br /><br /><strong>"Eternal Canvas"<br />a short fiction story by Chelsea Rose Rippel</strong><br /><br />Tattered sleeves whisked wildly as the fringed and ragged hair of the paint brush swirled its <a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3270/3090397155_1716db6dc4.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3270/3090397155_1716db6dc4.jpg" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 265px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" /></a>color leaving a torrential vomit of rainbow in its wake. The canvas was shadowed here and there by a looming figure so alive with energy the room radiated and glowed in the strange wafting warmth emitted. Yes, there she stood, her head cocked ever so to the right, pale lips parted, blood shot eyes intent yet soft focused on the canvas as she watched in her own fevered way the delicate bones, joints and sinuses of her hand weave strange and wondrous worlds. Each of her smoldering paint strokes focused the inexplicable webbing of truth that gathered at times like these as buds of daggered lightning, alighting from somewhere above, or was it in-between? It had always funneled this way, where ever it came from, straight into that whirling vein of energy that taped deep into the membrane of her crown. These spasms were impossible to ignore as they punctured and reverberated deep within that mysterious gland, always resting in its nest of brain matter, cozy in its den smack dab in the middle of her forehead, the location of what the ancient shamans deemed The Third Eye... <span class="fullpost"><br /><br />She paused, dropping the paint brush to free her hand so that she might press her finger tips to the throbbing ember that was her cranium. She had turned away from her work and all at once the spell was broken; she had been granted a reprieve. There yes, she rubbed the ache there, in-between the eyes, kneading it to milk the tension away only to find that the burning was contagious and had slowly flushed her entire system with spasms of feeling. Within that split second she became all too aware of bodily needs. The pain was more than severe so her knees buckled and she fell back, away from the easel, away from the varnishes, the glazes, the rags, the paint tubes. She landed in a crumple on her futon mattress, the only other furnishing in the closet sized dwelling.<br /><br />“What is this? Why is this? What day is it?” her intellect demanded. Her stomach, a hard knot, clenched and burned as if eating its way out of her. She blindly pawed at her body but felt nothing more than a series of lumps that seemed to be horribly brittle and sunken. She wanted to have a look in the mirror but no matter how hard her mind commanded the body to move its only response was a series of shudders- it just shivered in its huddle of bone and flesh on the bed. She laid like that without concept of time, with no other thought in her mind but the concentration needed for each breath taken and released.<br />--<br />Sparrow had successfully scavenged enough supplies to last them another month but it had taken longer than usual which added to his growing concern that soon there would be nothing left to salvage. How then would he continue to feed and clothe himself and Dove? He had dreams of seeds, of clean water and warm fertile soil to grow beans, tomatoes, carrots, celery, potato, squash and more. But the only food he had ever known came from a can and even if he had access to seeds the land had been left parched and toxic years before he had entered the world. And still, Sparrow had more immediate concerns to deal with. He had been gone for how many weeks? He hoped desperately that Dove had managed to keep away from her painting.<br /><br />Sparrow’s footsteps were harried and faltering in his rapid efforts to propel himself through oil slicked puddles. As he hurdled through alleyways, fingers of rusted barbed wire clawed at his coat, and he pushed himself harder, jolting through a maze of abandoned buildings. The concrete and steel behemoths were infested with a plethora of strange folks, street urchins, squatters, and who knows what other remnants of the human race—all struggling to survive.<br /><br />Why was he so worried? He had carefully packed away all her art materials before leaving on his hunt. Dove had promised to do her best to resist the calling she would inevitably feel. It had all started out simply enough, hadn’t it? They had found each other early on before either of them could speak more than a few words. It was a miracle they had come this far alone together, pitted against a self destructive and decaying world. Still, they had endured and Sparrow wasn’t about to give up now, even if their woes had begun to extend far beyond the dangers of the streets out into a great and unnerving mystery.<br /><br />But it wasn’t all that mysterious if one considered Dove and her habits. She always did have a need to draw. Sparrow had seen her first doing it on concrete, using the end of a burnt piece of wood to furiously mark out spirals, eyes, planets and a great number of other things they had no words for. As they grew together so did their interests and ambitions. Sparrow himself had always been a tinkerer, enjoying the thrill of improvised creation and invention. Dove continued to draw more frequently until she eventually began doing it by impulse no matter the situation.<br /><br />One day when Sparrow was down scavenging in the lower Warf end of what once was the great city’s epicenter, he came upon the ruins of a school. Anything of value seemed to have already been long since looted or destroyed by the moist and salty costal air. Yet as he had sifted through the rubble, things of color and shape began to catch his eye. Pieces of canvas they were with great swooping lines of jade and indigo making up the form of a hillside green with pasture. The next was drawn out in a frenzy of red scribbles that seemed to magically conjure up a detailed portrait of a young woman naked and posed as if reaching to the stars. There was more of this, much more and so he began to collect piles of these drawings, rolling them up all together as one to take back to Dove.<br /><br />Sparrow had spun around with an ecstatic spirit, thrilled to run back and present Dove with these gifts, but in his mad dash his foot caught on something hard. Falling forward he broke right through the rotted board of a closet only to reveal a great many storage tubs. With shaking hands he opened each container in awe as he began to see tubes of color, marvelously elegant brushes of all different shapes and jars containing important looking gels and liquids. Sparrow also found a great many pieces of pure white canvas stretched firm and taunt over wooden bars sealed tightly in protective plastic. The newness of it all gleamed and sparkled. He felt he had truly found a treasure trove.<br /><br />When Sparrow presented the loot to Dove, her face lit up like a lantern, and she gleefully sorted through the tubes of pigment. He helped her set up the easel he had found once he had replaced a few hinges. Sparrow remembers being absolutely astonished at how quickly and with such ease Dove utilized the supplies. No, she had never seen a paint brush or any of the other supplies yet she seemed to instinctively know what to do with each.<br /><br />This was all less than two months ago and ever since he watched Dove fall into an existence almost akin to slavery. Day in and day out she poured herself into her canvas paintings. If Sparrow was not there to care for her he doubted Dove’s ability to remember to eat or even to relieve herself. Painting had claimed her very existence almost entirely. When he did manage to pull Dove away from her work she seemed dazed, her jaw slack and her large marvelous eyes roving at a loss even when looking upon his face. Sparrow hadn’t a clue what to do, almost preferring the sharp focused and demon driver Dove then the listless, living dead Dove that he was confronted with when he pulled her away from her work.<br /><br />It was early morning, the sun just beginning to break the steely obsidian skin of the horizon, revealing a harsh and jagged skyline full of building remnants and swirling entities of bonfire smoke. The oddly prehistoric silhouetted forms of burnt out street lamps jutted every stretch of pavement like teeth serving as mocking reminders of a failed and ruined way of life. Their home, the abandoned water tower, was planted in one of the few plots of land void of large forsaken buildings. Sparrow snaked his way through the graveyard of junk that was piled high and deep, past old decomposing car shells, tires, broken furniture, computer equipment, stereos and televisions. The climb up the rusting side ladder to the tower was completed quickly and without thought or fear of the height.<br /><br />Normally Sparrow would pause once he got up the ladder to the door in order to gaze out on the wasted cityscape. He always felt that while there was a great ugliness present in the world they inhabited, there was also a profound sense of restorative slumber. The world “civilizations” might have toppled under the weight of their own greedy and reckless behavior, but he truly believed the earth itself was lying dormant, healing and waiting for some sign, maybe even someone to inspire her to adorn the globe once more in life eternal. He had to believe in such things otherwise there was nothing left for him and Dove other then rubble and decay. Still, this was not a time for a moment of deep breaths and hopeful dreams. He was frightened and shivering like a hunted rabbit worried about Dove and how she coped with his absence.<br /><br />When Sparrow opened the door to the tower there was no sign of Dove herself. With a shock and surge of great terror he noticed that the easel was back up and the canvas painting that sat upon it looked to be completed. The tiny bulb of a room the water tower provided for them was filled with a surging glow of every color imaginable all seemingly emitted from the canvas. He fumbled around fighting for the willpower to keep his eyes away from the mesmerizing whirl of sensations in order to search for Dove.<br /><br />“Sparrow….Here….The Bed….So glad…So glad” Dove gasped, using the minute amount of strength left within her to reach up and caress his hand.<br /><br />Sparrow’s entire body clenched in horror as he felt Dove’s hand slip into his own. It felt as though he was holding a paper thin bag of bones. He kneeled to cradle her waif thin form, resting his cheek next to her pillow. For some time they lay like this together communicating without words through the locking of their eyes. Dove’s eyes were vast and full of a strangeness Sparrow struggled to identify. Even in her obviously sick and wasted state Dove glowed with an eerie shimmer of potential; her beauty akin to the flowing grace of the sunset filled sky-precious and fleeting. In that moment he knew he couldn’t keep her. Dove was already drifting away, her essence only lingering to gaze the way she was with every grain of her being at him. Dove was smiling as she breathed her last rasping breath.<br /><br />Yet before Sparrow had time to let a single tear escape something blew like a shockwave filling the tower with a harsh pulsating light so bright he could momentarily see through his own flesh to the curves and contours of his bone. The light continued to surge until all was lost in an endless expanse of white. Sparrow was left alone. Dove’s form disappeared with the rest of his world. Yet in some strange sense it was fitting to him. He wasn’t sure he wanted to be a part of a world without Dove.<br /><br />“So, why am I still here?” Sparrow pleaded, his hoarse cry rippling off into a chorus of echoes, stretching out to eventually lose itself in the great white. And<br />as if in answer to his plea, Dove’s painting appeared before him, hovering at eye level. For the first time since Dove had begun her masterpiece Sparrow allowed himself to truly behold the painting without the clouds of worry and fear for her well being to dull his senses. It was a thing of mesmerizing beauty, the detail so intrinsic and the colors so alive he swore he could taste them.<br /><br />Sparrow began to comprehend the subject matter, it was what the art books would label as a landscape yet it was much more than that, so lucid it felt more to him like a waking dream trapped in rectangular form. In the very middle stood their water tower taken over by a wild spiraling of vine boasting a plethora of ultra violet trumpet flowers. The plot of surrounding land was void of the rusting multitude of rubbish, replaced by a smooth even pack of rich chocolate tinted earth. The horizon stretched on and on, the jagged dilapidated buildings that once made up the skyline were gone and replaced here and there by a lacing of misty ever green trees that parted to reveal the tips of the coast that possessed an ocean glowing emerald and gold in the setting sun.<br /><br />The stark white emptiness of his surroundings compounded the life and promise within the painting that continued to hover like a dream before him. Furthermore, he could feel the essence of Dove radiating off of the painting like the summer sun. Her spirit held him, caressed him and eased him closer to the work of art.<br /><br />“It’s all done now, Sparrow. Please look after it, care for it. It’s yours.” The voice of his Dove breathed and exuded the words like the most precious of gems and Sparrow smiled joyfully, suddenly aware that she was waiting for him within. Without hesitation Sparrow leaped into the painting, each brush stroke remaking him whole until he stood once more atop their water tower, gazing into the realness of Dove’s great transformation. He scurried down the ladder eagerly kicking off his worn shoes to plant his feet deep into the warm and supple soil. Bittersweet tears of loss and renewal flowed freely down his astonished features as he saw and felt Dove in every drop of life eternal around and within him. And look! There were his tomatoes, and there carrots, squash, cabbage and more.<br /><br />Sparrow tore his eyes away from the patchwork of his great garden and spied an assortment of confused yet overjoyed huddles of people dotting the landscape here and there as far as his eyes could see. He understood now. Dove. She had done all this. The world he saw, felt and breathed was an exactment of her masterpiece. Dove’s vision was that something, that someone, the catalyst for the forgiveness and return of Gaia, Mother Earth.<br /><br />Sparrow’s heart sang with inspiration as he began his trek to the nearest group of fellow survivors. He understood that a lot of work was ahead of them and he was full of motivation, savoring thoughts of community, harmony and the return of man to its sacred role of caretaker to the land. And yet Sparrow couldn’t help but wonder just how many worlds man would burn through before The Great Balance was finally actualized. </span>

Eternal Canvas a short story by Chelsea Rose

Happy Friday all. For the first time on my blog I am going to share a short fiction story I wrote. I am particpating in a fiction writing pa...

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