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VISUAL ART

"Beautiful"     SOLD
2022-12-06

"Peace Blossom - Vivid"
2022-11-20

"Reflection Doodle"
2022-11-05 PM

"Love Is"
2022-11-05 AM

"Peace Begins"
2022-10-08

"Organic Home"     SOLD
2022-10-01

"Glad Hands, Glad Heart"
2022-08-29

"Love Power Flower"
2022-08-23

"Let It Grow 1"     SOLD
2022-07-16

"Hear Me Roar"
2022-06-28

2022-06-22     NFS
Photos of decorated God Box

"One Country"     SOLD
2022-06-20

Working sketch for 2022 Artists of the Wall mural
2022-06-17

"Not the Answer"
2022-06-08

"Stop!"     SOLD
2022-06-06

"Flowers For Ukraine"     SOLD
2022-05-16

Building Vibrant Communities Conference watercolor
2022-05-14

Building Vibrant Communities Conference collage
2022-05-14

"Tear of Astonishment"     SOLD
2022-04-23

"God Grant Me"
2022-04-11

"First Cup"
2022-03-05

"With Ukraine"
2022-03-02

"Give Peace A Chance"
2022-02-26

"Peace Blossom - Pastel"     SOLD
2022-02-14

"Mind In Flux"
2022-01-22

"The Sign"     SOLD
2022-01-18

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VERBAL ART

Indian Summer
Indian Summer.
The ground is covered in bright colorful leaves
An autumn carpet of deep rich hues.
The warm breezes fool me into thinking
That summer is still here
But tomorrow I will wake up with the bitter cold
of an impending winter.

I think of him.
My husband of 16 years
Who may never be coming back
From the nursing home.
He is in the winter of his life
As the years wane away.
I watch him slip away from me.
So far apart in age,
We married for love.

I think of her,
A friend, a fellow writer
With vibrant red hair,
Red like the leaves of autumn
Burning away in their brilliance.
She died on her 48th birthday.
The cancer ate her life away.
She was in the autumn of her life
But winter came so early.

I think of myself,
47,
The arthritis setting in,
Teaching me about a new reality
One where I must ask for help.
I am in the autumn of my life,
I watch the years slip by.

Indian Summer
The ground is covered in bright colorful leaves.
The trees are shedding tears for what is coming.
Why is it all so cruel?
Life, Death?
The seasons go by.
The warm breezes fool me into thinking
that summer is still here,
But alas,
Tomorrow I will wake up
And it will be winter.

END OF LIFE (2022-07-19 PM)
The End Game is so painful
Watching someone you love
Unravel and die
Watching yourself break
Into pieces
A million tiny little bits of glass
Waiting to cut you.
See? This is my heart,
And it is bleeding.

The End Game.
The end of life as we know it
On planet Earth.
Watching your loved one
Slip away from you.
Nothing can hold back the force of gravity
As they slip out of your grasp
Your clenched sweaty hands
Coming undone,
The way life comes undone
When we die.

GUILTY JUSTICE (2022-07-19 AM)
Guilty justice
Infringing on a woman's right to choose.
But America, you beat your chest,
Touting your right to bear arms.
Save our babies,
Keep our guns.
We need the target practice?
America, I am disgusted.
I can't celebrate the Fourth
Without thinking that it's all a bunch
Of hypocrisy anyway.
The skyrockets in the air
A farce
Of what
Coulda
Shoulda
Woulda been
But never actually was.
Oh the lies that we tell ourselves.
That this land is actually free,
That there is a white picket fence for everyone
And dreams really do come true,
Pushing infant life on the one hand
Then looking the other way
As young children are murdered in a rain of bullets
From a very legal gun.

Guilty justice
I lay my hands on my empty womb
And wonder what it would have been like
To have been forced to bring forth another life.
I was 17 then,
Young, wild and free.
Not knowing what consequences lie ahead.
But one thing I did know was that
I did not love myself.
How could I give love anyone else?
Young and scared,
With my back against the wall.

I made my choice.
And I have to live with it.
But it was still my choice to make.
Guilty justice
Infringing on a woman's right to choose.
But America, you beat your chest,
Touting your right to bear arms.
Save our babies!
Keep our guns!
America, we make no sense.

I AM (2022-02-09)
I am a fighter because I have survived insurmountable odds; I persevere.

I am a survivor because I've been through hell and have the battle scars to prove it. I have been at the threshold of pain itself, rested on its doorstep, sat on the porch and sometimes strolled through the house with a glass of lemonade in hand.

I am an artist, a writer, a singer because I live and breathe to create. It is my life's purpose. I've known this since I was 12.

I am a believer because I hold onto the thin hope that God is real even though I cannot see Him. He is as invisible as the wind, yet I see the trees dance.

I am a genius because I can do things with art that others aspire to. Maybe it's my bi-polar disorder that gives me the spark, but it burns and sets the hearts of others on fire.

I am a prodigy because I was gifted with this art and creativity from a very young age. I once had a dream as a child that I was singing with the angels, and that evil fell away with the sound of our voices.

I am a dreamer because I continue to dream and aspire in spite all odds.

I am a healer because I strive to help this hurting world, one person at a time in the humblest of ways. I seek to be the balm for this bleeding earth and a humanity that is struggling to heal.

I am a work in progress because amid all these things, I am becoming, continually putting one foot in front of the other, no matter how badly it hurts or how heavy the load is. God embraces me in my imperfection, welcoming me to eventually bloom in the light of His creation shining down on us all….

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FEEDBACK

Mon, Apr 4, 2022 at 11:53 PM, Nancy B. wrote:
  I love Helena's art. Her drawings are so colorful, and I love her way with words, too, and have enjoyed seeing her perform some of her poetry.

Tue, Apr 5, 2022 at 12:10 PM, David N. wrote:
  I like the BLM one with the peace sign as a tear.
  Thanks.

Fri, Apr 8, 2022 at 3:17 PM, David L. wrote:
  Helena's paintings remind me of [Margaret] Keane with the colors and the big eyes.

Sat, Apr 9, 2022 at 8:44 AM, Brandy wrote:
  Thank you for pointing out Helena's art. It is beautiful.

Wed, Apr 13, 2022 at 12:45 PM, Lann wrote:
  I like the way Helena uses her art to illustrate sayings, but I also like the ones with no words at all. I don't know if it's Na*ve or Outsider or what kind of art, but it's unique and colorful.

Sat, Jun 4, 2022 at 11:19 PM, Gus wrote:
  I like her [visual] art. It is beautiful and unusual. And I like her poetry, too. She is really talented.

Thu, Sep 1, 2022 at 12:59 PM, Faye wrote:
  "Guilty Justice"caught my eye!

Thu, Sep 1, 2022 at 2:20 PM, Saba wrote:
Good Afternoon.
  Thank you for your persistence in keeping up your site and encouraging other artists.
  I really like Helena's art work and I wonder if we can find a way to have some of her art be made into cards people can buy?  what do you think?
  Has she considered selling her art work?
  Here are two of my favorites...from the ones I could see on the site now: 2022-04-23 and 2022-02-14.
Happy Thursday,
Saba
(Extended conversation resulted in reader's offer to research the feaibility and mechanics of printing cards for sale.)

Fri, Sep 2, 2022 at 3:30 AM, Syda wrote:
  Thank you! Love the art!

Wed, Oct 19, 2022 at 1:41 PM, Saba wrote:
Dear Lucki & Helena,
  Thank you for you efforts and collaboration to keep the spirit of this world warm, sweet and uplifted through the arts.
  I feel lucky to join you in this path and to be able to have some of dear Helena's art at my home [and] to contribute in a small way...for dear Helena to continue her inspired and inspiring artwork.
With love & prayers
Saba :)

Sat, Dec 3, 2022 at 10:30 PM, Svetlana wrote:
  I really like Helena's style. It is so full of color. I'm glad I was able to buy some.

Sun, Dec 4, 2022 at 11:40 PM, Nancy B wrote:
  Helena, I always enjoy seeing the new art. Your art is unique. There's a lot of you in them. It makes them special.