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Spread 162- “It’s My Party And I’ll Cry If I Want To…” February 16, 2012

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In some places in the world it’s my birthday today. I am 53 years old. No one is going to take it away from me. I am standing tall and proud when realizing my tremendous beautiful and complex evolution. I come from a place where pain reigns and am in a place where pain teaches. I am so much lighter than before in-spite of my heavy walk. I know that nothing in me is certain nor constant besides two things: the love in me and my visual language. I know how to celebrate me, not needing to throw a tantrum demanding to be celebrated. I am well off.

Spread 161- Ed. Vs. Ed. February 8, 2012

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Creating vs. producing. Truth vs. pose. Own voice vs. special effects. Necessity vs. luxury. Journey vs. destination. Got to teach the kids to create rather than art-make.

Spread 160- The Plainness Of Expression January 31, 2012

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Heart exposure and intimacy are indivisible and should be always exhibited in the process of creation. 

Visual Expressions Across The Planet January 24, 2012

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http://www.callofthewildsoul.com/

Spread 159- Creating On Purpose January 18, 2012

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Starting my year strong and ready for what it will bring to me. Last weekend I came back from Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, where I was teaching alternative portraiture, deepening my view that visual journaling is all about that: portraying one’s self in boundless and immeasurably magnificent and honest ways. And in the process, countless new ways to be are revealed. In this week in Beautiful Hacienda Mosaico my purpose was clarified furthermore. I know now, on a truer level, that people who come to my workshops must feel respected and valued, that they are supported with opportunities to use their intrinsic creative forces in ways that originate in their guts and manifest in lush, dynamic, tactile, and tangible visual feasts on pages of a journal. That my job is to enable passionate students to work alongside each other to achieve individual and common purpose in the face of self doubt and lack of conviction.

I am joyful and excited about my opportunities this year to act on these sentiments:

Intuitive Art-Journaling – Monthly day workshops in Southern California (Redondo Beach and San Diego) – Email me @ orlyavineri@gmail.com to be added on my list to receive my monthly newsletter with detailed info about the workshop of the month. 

Artfest –  March 28-April 1, 2012 – Port Townsend, Washington

Create – Mixed-Media Retreat – May 30-June 3, 2012 – Irvine, CA

Create – Mixed-Media Retreat – July 18-22, 2012 – Somerset, New Jersey

Call of the Wild Soul – The UK Sacred Art Retreat – September 27-30, 2012 – Somerset, England

May your path this year be filled with new findings, I hope our paths will cross. 

Spread 158- A 2012 Note In My Journal December 29, 2011

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According to the Mayan calendar the world we know will end on December 21, 2012. I don’t believe that but I do believe I should treat it as if it’s my last year here on earth. I’d like to make a note for myself to not forget one important thing! “The important thing is to DO, and nothing else, be what it may.” -Pablo Picasso. My father was very good at that. I should have ‘let’ him teach me that a long time ago. To climb up the ladder. Not contemplate with each and every step “should I, will I be good at it, will I be good at that like the others are, how should I name it? define it? explain it? excuse it? Is what I make worthy of being called art? What kind of art? Will ‘they’ like it?” There is really no time for such mind interruptions, I should commit to ‘doing,’ to keep on fine-tuning my one of a kind voice through hard physical work, to keep on keeping on…doing!!

Spread 157- Light-To-Me December 18, 2011

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My name, Or-ly, literally means Light-To-Me in Hebrew. I sometimes forget. I carry my name nonchalantly, day to day. It basically means: I have light. It’s true, but I sometimes forget. We all have light but we forget. “Each and every one is a small light, and all of us, a forceful light” (from a Hanukkah song). We have enough to sustain our little worlds and lots more to illuminate many other worlds, to push away divisiveness, to deter darkness, to embrace simplicity of human bonds. To maintain majestic levels of love to support the continuity of miracles.

Spread 156- Begin Quietly December 13, 2011

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For soul’s sake, just quiet that quarrelsome mind when approaching the page.

“All true artists, whether they know it or not, create from a place of no-mind, from inner stillness. The mind then gives form to the creative impulse. Even the great scientists have reported that their creative breakthroughs came at a time of mental quietude.”

–Eckhart Tolle

Spread 155- When The Rooster Cries December 5, 2011

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Wake up or you may be late to create your new emergence.

Spread 154- Close-ups November 29, 2011

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An unfamiliar and gripping process it was to scout for tiny little visual worlds within my, in comparison, much larger journal pages for the purpose of designing 100 Moo mini cards. I was gently moving around the Rectangular Marquee tool (in Photoshop) in search for many self-contained macro visual worlds laden with new meaningful perceivable information. An eye-opening, revelatory, and happy-making process. I should do this more often. It’s like diving into a far-and-wide-reaching river, aiming straight to the deep bottom to get a glimpse of a small river rock that is like no other, one with its own story, solely told by me. The mini compositions offered me intimacy I did not notice before in my pages. I tend to look at my art, my days, my everything through wide-angle lenses, from a panoramic view. Sometimes my riverbed appears quite indistinct until I pick one rock up and look at it closely.

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