Myth and Wonder - The Visionary Art of Helena Domenic
RSS

Recent Posts

Kehinde Wiley, Barack Obama, Art History, Race, and Gender
Keep on Smiling Through the Pain
A New Year, a New Beginning
H is for Hecate
Musings on Education and Why April is the Cruelest Month

Categories

A for Avalon
Academia
Art
Art Event
BTW 2015
Card of the Day
Current Events
Deities
depression
Earth
Ecology
Fae
Fifth Anniversary trip
Fire
General Update
Holiday
Magickal Women
New Artwork
New Year 2018
New Year's Intention
Personal Practice
Poetry
politics
Ritual
Water
World Tarot Day
Year Ahead Spread
powered by

My Blog

Kehinde Wiley, Barack Obama, Art History, Race, and Gender

I was very excited to learn that two young, African American painters had been chosen to paint the official portraits of Barack and Michelle Obama, Kehinde Wiley and Amy Sherald, respectively.  I have followed the work of Wiley in particular over the past 15 years or so, and was very excited that the Obamas had specifically chosen these two artists for their National Portrait Gallery representations.

You can see and read about the portraits in this New York Times articlehere
 
I always tell my students that interpreting art is a deeply personal thing, so perhaps I should not have been surprised to read online that there were a number of people who did not feel as I did.

Keep on Smiling Through the Pain

Today's ear worm happens to be a hit song from back in the seventies.... it is reminding me that even when everything looks bad, we need to remain positive. The song was written by someone with the unfortunate name of Wet Willie:

Well you say you got the blues, 
Got holes in both of your shoes, 
Feelin' alone and confused, 
You got to keep on smilin', keep on smilin' 

....Keep on smilin' through the rain, laughin' at the pain 
Rollin with the changes til the sun comes out again 

A New Year, a New Beginning

I have been downright awful about blogging in pretty much every area where I have tried to maintain a blog, and so I begin this blog post by saying I promise to put something here every day, even if it is just a random hello or a little sketch or even some dumb thing. I know that writing begets writing, so I intend to make writing happen for me with starting to write.

I spent much of 2017 feeling sad about a number of things, politics perhaps first and foremost among them. The racial divide in our country seems to be wider than ever, however at the same time, we are talking about it more than in the past.

H is for Hecate

As many of you are aware, the Assembly of the Sacred Wheel holds an annual Festival of Hecate ritual. I have been a bit behind this week with school keeping me much too busy (see previous post), so I have for you something I wrote that was inspired by one year's Hecate ritual. In this writing, Hecate tells the story of the abduction of Persephone from her point of view. I hope you enjoy it!

I was in my cave, contemplating the depth and darkness of it all when I heard the Maiden’s screams. By the time I emerged from within, the ground had already swallowed the Kore up, Hades taking Her down into His dark realm.

Musings on Education and Why April is the Cruelest Month

April 25, 2015
 
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
 
From “The Wasteland” by T. S. Eliot
 
We count the cycle of the year in so many ways, and for myself and my colleagues in higher education, April truly can be the cruelest month. We find ourselves hurtling towards the end of the school year, with graduation looming for our seniors and finals and final grades for everyone.

Becoming Fire

For the past four months I have been studying Shamanism with Caroline Kenner in the Washington, DC area. Each month, we explore a different area, and this last class was all about fire. Sometimes I am lucky enough to receive some kind of artistic or poetic inspiration, and this past class, I was very happy to receive this poem about fire.


The outburst of light,
Pouring out
Outpouring as from an exploding star
Expanding expanding expanding
Becoming the Universe;
the brightest flame of them all.
It consumes the star

Art and Ritual in Art Creation

I was recently asked, along with a group of other artists, by Renee Phillips of Manhattan Arts, to describe what kinds of rituals do I use when sitting down to create, if I used anything to set the mood, any special music, and so forth. The array of answers was fascinating as artists shared what rituals they use, if any, ranging from artists who just plunge in and begin working to others who need meditation and other tools to begin.
 
For me, the art making process itself is ritual. The studio is my sacred space, where I am free to create and follow where my inspiration leads.

A New Poem About Water

Many Crossings

I dream now of waters of life
The waters that gave birth to me and mine
Manannan Mac Llyr I feel you striding across the North Atlantic
And in the south, I feel Olokun and Yemoja swimming through warmer waters
And all somehow reaching this continent
This foreign land where my distant ancestors
All come together and mingle in my blood
My blood like water
Water flowing through my heart
Blood flowing through my veins
Taking on endless shapes and forms
Waving on beneath the seas, the rivers, the little creeks

The Magical Women Project: Something new

March 30, 2015



I wanted to take a moment this week to talk about a long term-ish project I have been working on since summer of 2014. I came up with an idea for a fundraiser for the New Alexandrian Library, which was to create a book about my favorite women in the magickal community, which would feature portraits I paint of the women and interviews with the women conducted by Nicky LeBlanc, another Assembly member, and a writer with a published book under her belt to boot. Due to the time constraints of having a full-time job, it is taking longer then I would like, but the project is evolving and growing in exciting ways.

F is for Faery: The Faery Realm and Art

The Faerie Tradition is not a faith, for faery beings exist whether or not we believe in them.(R. J. Stewart, 1995, p. xvi).

In my many years as a visual artist, I have created many paintings of the Fae and have given a great deal of thought to what my connection to Faerie may be. I have come to believe that the Faeries and other beings of the Otherworld are using me as a conduit for communication between this and their worlds. All of my paintings in recent years seem to have become gateways of a sort, and I believe that this is because it is becoming more necessary than ever for the human worlds and the Fae realms to work together more in a more amicable way.