Awaiting Ascension Juxtapositions — An Ode to Eden


Are we living breathing time capsules waiting to be opened by future generations?

Alive. Merely existing.

Unquiet extreme desperation for something more but we don’t know what that more is. Blend in. Blend in. Like a Chameleon. Validation mode on.

Fire Salamanders emerge from still hot ashes and charcoal bits whence Paul dipped his hand yet brought back his hand unscathed by neither flames nor poisons.

Creator demands that we be broken down into our Essential Elements.

Are we really primordial primates amphibian reptiles species awaiting Rebirth into the next level of Evolution?

Sentient beings searching for our next form. Next pattern. Next Dimensions, Galaxies and Multiple Universes.

We 20th Century born sat at the feet of our Elders absorbing our family oral traditions. Treasured Griots sharing knowledge, wisdom and understanding.

But how will our 22nd Century descendants interpret the Throwing of our old bones.

Facebook, Twitter, Instagram. Long abandoned Blogs filled with dusty forgotten posts on desiccated lives. Forever seeking release from a wireless tangled Matrix.

Will we stand the test of time?

Or will Haramattan Sirocco winds blown from Pyramids and Sphinx wipe our Talking Heads from the Akashic Records.


Homage to Eden






The Trees are Crying


I made this painting to honor and give tribute to mostly forgotten and ignored caregivers. The Mom whose son has Autism was especially specifically on my mind.

The general public expects us to be strong and stoic. Never asking for help or even admitting that we also have hopes, dreams and desires. Caregivers are seen as some sort of Superhuman Superheroes. Except that Life is not a series of comic book panels where the Hero can regenerate themselves. We get sick and we die.

We die with our Needs unmet and our Voices forever Silenced.


When we’re in trouble there’s nowhere to go and nobody to turn to. Who cares for the Caregivers?always our Voices are lost because no one hears our cries.

Holidays are especially difficult because you’re under pressure to do so much. Expected to do activities that you can no longer do for whatever reason. Abandoned by family, society and government. .


Yet you Learn Silence with a Smile because that’s what is wanted of you. Like a trained seal that balances a rubber ball on its nose in order to get a stingy ration of one thin bony Fish. Now clap then disappear so that the rest of us can continue in undisturbed comfort.


Tears at The Oasis

Bearing Gifts of Silence


Bearing Gifts of Silence


The Lonely Carrier muffles his packages of grief, sorrow, pain, and despair in Passages of Lullaby ruminations.

Lining them up by the bed ready for delivery.


We share speckled eye Language so discreet outsiders cannot detect our kaleidoscopic prism of splashes and flashes exchanged within our voluminous Silhouettes.

Sometimes Sea spray. Other times Waterfalls.

Often the Ones who Shine Brightest are easily broken.

A Nod. A smile. A hand held comforter. A barely there gesture. We are Luminous Lunar who open not our Lips. Only our One entwined Ribbon Soul. We Dream of Gossamer Days and Pastel Nights.

It’s a Long Walk Home My friend. A Long walk home. But the pier is not far away.

Shorter now as We make the Journey.

For we have known thorny biers that draw blood feeding majestic Trees for future generations.


Ferryman awaits us at the piers edge for the Sweet Home going Voyage

Traversing Sands of Time. Docking our Ships in Tranquility.


Still Painting


Still Painting despite WordPress woes.


Like my fellow blogger Betty I’m still dealing with WordPress woes. Please check out Betty’s blog using this link.

https://wp.me/p4KukW-kh

By calling their customer service representatives, Happiness Engineers, WordPress is having laughs at our expense.

If not for the Reader function I would not be able to locate or respond to other Bloggers posts.

Life is like a Twin Peaks Doppelganger


A Constellation of My Artwork on display in our kitchen.

All my paintings are for Sale. Please contact me at deborah.palmer280@gmail.com for more information and pricing.

🖼🖼🎨🎨🎨🎨

In the meantime I’m still painting. Then name of this painting

Is Alleyways.

I thought back to the Alleyways behind my

Aunt Helen house in

Dayton, Ohio.

This painting is called

Many Rivers to Cross. Inspired by the song.

Paint on. Paint on.


Still Painting despite WordPress woes.


Like my fellow blogger Betty I’m still dealing with WordPress woes. Please check out Betty’s blog using this link.

https://wp.me/p4KukW-kh

Somewhere. Somehow. There is a hidden joke that WordPress calls their customer service representatives, Happiness Engineers.

WordPress is mocking us. If not for the Reader function I would not be able to locate or keep up with other Bloggers.

Life is like a Twin Peaks Doppelganger.

So Surreal

🎨🎨🎨🎨


My artwork on display in our kitchen.

All my paintings are for sale. Please contact me at deborah.palmer280@gmail.com for more information.

In the meantime I’m still painting. Then name of this painting

Is Alleyways.

I thought back to the Alleyways behind my

Aunt Helen house in

Dayton, Ohio.

This painting is called

Many Rivers to Cross. Inspired by the song.

Doppelganger