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Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Inksanity II


"I must have dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
But I can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street
Now did you read the news today?
They say the danger has gone away
But I can see the fire's still alight
They're burning in to the night
There's too many men, too many people
Making too many problems
And there's not much love to go around...
Can't you see this is the land of confusion?"
songwriters: Anthony Banks, Michael Rutherford, Phillip Collins
copyright EMI music publishing Imagem US. LLC
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Saturday, November 11, 2017

REFLECTIONS OF MYSELF

My own reflections come from the sacred eyes of my sacred lodge belongs to Kish-Shamm Manitou (Our Creator), within this sacred lodge dwells the spirit of Monnzheeze (fawn), my wife.

We both feel in our own way someplace dwells perfection, it was once here long before the invasion of this white man...along with greed and lust.

We know the natural and original creation has all but been abandoned by the cultures of today.

We know there are many people around that still live that natural and original way created by Kish-Shamm Manitou.

And in my eyes, also come reflections that belong to you, Monnzheeze, my wife.
  
We are a oneness this way....
                                   
Long ago during a Peyote ceremony, legend has it how a man and a woman from the Potawatomi nation entered into this sacred ceremony and their spirit's met. They talked that way for a long while and decided not to return back down here.

They walked away laughing in that manner.

Many have gone that way and it was found that their own materialistic sacred lodges were empty of this life.
Their spirits had abandoned this sacred life. They walked in to a belief.

We hear those walked away from life that way.

When it rains, their laughter can be heard, or their soft pitter-patter of running feet while those many raindrops fall down on us.
Their laughter can be heard from swift rivlets, creeks, brooks, mighty falling rivers.

Theirs can be said of a happy life the way they walked away together.
                                   
So, it is not always that one that walks into spirituality alone, there are many want this way, just as I do.

Just as my Monnzheeze wants it.

We are filled with a fear of many things...even this life.

That is why many of us look at each other in apprehension towards all that swiftly and silently approaching all of life from a direction that all of life must inevitably enter.

I have always said, I will walk alone if need be. There is no fear, only what we carry deep to the bottom of our sacred lodges.

So, these are reflections of myself.


The Way Called Beautiful by Helen Bird

Thursday, October 26, 2017

'Plato's last stand' Mixed media 2013

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Inksanity by Helen Bird Art
The Way called Beautiful by Helen Bird

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“Only the dead have seen the end of war.” 
― Plato

solar flair


'Solar Flair' Ink 2017
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Inksanity by Helen Bird Art
The Way called Beautiful by Helen Bird

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“If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, will answer you: I am here to live out loud.”
― Émile Zola

Tuesday, October 24, 2017

Rise of Atlantis


ink drawings by Helen Bird 2016

“First we thought the PC was a calculator. Then we found out how to turn numbers into letters with ASCII — and we thought it was a typewriter. Then we discovered graphics, and we thought it was a television. With the World Wide Web, we've realized it's a brochure.”
Douglas Adams
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Inksanity by Helen Bird Art
The Way called Beautiful by Helen Bird

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Monday, October 23, 2017

Postcards from The Edge

"All this world is heavy with the promise of greater things, and a day will come, one day in the unending succession of days, when beings who are now latent in our thoughts and hidden in our loins shall stand upon this earth as one stands upon a footstool and shall laugh and reach out their hands amidst the stars." H.G. Wells


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Saturday, October 21, 2017

Into The Abyss


"Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you." ― Friedrich Nietzsche
Inksanity piece from 2017 #helenbirdart get your copy now @ inksanity by Helen Bird art

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

INKSANITY

I JUST PUBLISHED MY SECOND BOOK...A COLLECTION OF INK DRAWINGS & QUOTES (FROM MY FAVORITE AUTHORS) 
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Here's a sneak peek...This piece is called 'KIng of Zing' and was inked in 2013

“Every morning I jump out of bed and step on a landmine. The landmine is me. After the explosion, I spend the rest of the day putting the pieces together.”
― Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing

Monday, September 25, 2017

Excerpt from 'The Way called Beautiful' by Helen Bird

THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED TO THE DISPLACED, THE DISENFRANCHISED, THE INDIGENOUS OF THE WORLD…
ALL THOSE AFFECTED BY GREED AND OPPRESSION.


PROLOGUE

The truth…

It will always find you…
When you least expect it and more importantly when you need to hear it the most.
I had fallen off the mad hamster wheel of western thinking, materialism and illusions of wealth disguised as debt and addiction…and I fell hard, only to find myself facing a fork in the dusty road of life. Rabbit holes…
I had a choice…I could continue down the God forsaken path of self- destruction and circle the drain or I could veer sharply on to the freeway of selfless enlightenment, shedding old ways and old skin, abandoning the stinking thinking of capitalistic shackles and shattered dreams.
As I wandered cold and hungry through a damp mist turning quickly to heavy rain, I stumbled upon a box.

A non-descript box tossed carelessly near a dumpster.
It looked no more than the garbage it was destined for.

Yet, somehow I was moved…compelled to dig deep in to that box, under already soggy papers and elderly yellowed sheet music, only to find at the very bottom, a treasury of words.

Words of hope and inspiration…

Words I so desperately needed at this point in time….

I saw in front of my very eyes a sacred task, one that was willed to me on that dreary day…a unique task of rescue… to repair and preserve the words of those that should never be lost and forgotten.

Who or what guided me towards that abandoned box???
Unseen forces, the ancestors beyond the veil and the great spirit of a proud Native American warrior…

His name is Zawanquit

‘Yellow Cloud’

And this is his life….

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