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Perseverance Meets Sustenance

Perseverance Meets Sustenance, digital drawing, CKS

When Perseverance
met Sustenance
embers ignited

into soul fire.

Winter
caressed her shadows;
and peace settled itself
within her heart-walls.

CKS

from series Reflections of Sentient

a growing family tree
drawings of warmth and growth
digital drawing

Winter is here, and for many holidays have arrived. I hope you remember how beautiful you all are.

Tomorrow is #GivingTuesday. A day devoted to supporting your favorite charities. There are also non-official places and people to support as well. Individual people doing awesome things. One such person to consider is:

A Cornered Gurl – Founded/Owned by Tre L. Loadholt, an absolute champion of young writers and a talented writer in her own right. Donations through her PayPal on A Cornered Gurl go to pay an honorarium to writers. Check it out, read, share, subscribe, and consider donating here

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower

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Skin of her Skin

Skin of my Skin, ink on paper, 17" x 17" on 20 " x 20" paper, CKS

Reaches into the desires
of her heart and inhales;
builds into action.

She, becoming;
watching her own suffering
being in the gift of an animated life.
CKS

So what’s up?! Fall arrived here in the Blue Ridge, and I am happy to be out. One day, I spent almost my entire time out and in my chair on walkabout up and down Rebel’s Creek, happy to see almost every neighbor I know; too beautiful to stay inside my studio.

As you know, it has been a difficult first part of the year. Rituxan treatment was delayed, and I ended up in an attack, and luckily not like 2018, and, grrrrr; and life continued and treatment worked its way back into my life. My body stabilized once again, and the task of allowing my body to rest, renew, make the gains possible, and adapt where needed. Emotionally and mentally trust myself and care for my person-hood. My very own ‘stay-retreat’; my soul indulging in the skin of her skin; tailoring to its own needs; inhaling into an exhale of ‘okay’.

Then, catch up began. I am still catching up on certain responsibilities, and I am being gentle with myself, and simultaneously know this can and does disappoint, frustrate, and does not meet the needs of others.

I speak to this because sometimes, we as people can beat on ourselves, feel overly guilty to the point of giving up on ourselves; reinforcing some belief we are awful humans.

Truth is can we accept our own fallibility that we will make mistakes. Can we accept ourselves knowing we will disappoint and not meet the expectations we help set up? Take responsibility without denigrating ourselves? What does that look like?

A couple of cool things happened along this way. A team from Microsoft visited my studio, and made a video, and this video ended up being apart of their live event at the beginning of October (video coming soon).

What!!!! Insanely fun. Sweetest, coolest team of people; making it easy for someone not accustomed to be the one in front of the camera in this way. My heart sang sharing how these Surface tools I use today helping make my work possible.

Second, I was given the opportunity to attend a Narrative Medicine Symposium in Asheville. Insanely beautiful and profound. I speak often about my college experience coming into the art department, and feeling that deep sense of being home. This symposium was once again, this gentle yes-sense of coming home.

I belonged. My heart, art, poetry belonged and I knew it within my marrow and pulse of my heart. excitement; comfort. I was exactly where I wanted to be, and I look forward to what continues, what is next.

With that, enjoy Reflections of Sentient, a series I am currently within and growing with. I finished a drawing for a dear friend; based on a poem I wrote for her for Christmas a few years ago. This drawing, she was pregnant, and wanted my help.

Thus, here we are, each drawing born of each other, and growing as a family grows within our human experience.

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower

*feature image – work in progress, detail of triptych based on quote by Hafiz

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Reflections of Sentient

Reflections of Sentient Connie Karleta Sales

Friendship,
skins peeling in equity;
silken curves that crash down
the edge of my ears,
like waves
feel into you,
into each.

words drip.
you are peace.

Friendship,
writing into my spring;
fall cooing winter’s despair,
bended-tree whispers,
I listen, as
soundness reasons
with her own insanity.

blood-bitters soak.
you are quiet.

Friendship,
music calling as a dove
rippling within sincerity
encircling my smile;
drenched,
seen into water’s edge
satire satisfactions
appease rejoices,
the you within each we.

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower


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Heal Me Open

Rise through darkness;
Sun glittering amid her trees.
Awake. Alive.
Revisiting the feeling of being.

CKS


been looking for a means to draw using my eye tracker; just couldn’t figure it out until yesterday. I realized I could set the “mouse” settings. I set one to “hold down” and lines became possible.

Now, I am practicing making lines. It is not as easy as one might think. Concentration and realizing how much your eyes move and you don’t realize it.

Keep exploring! and paint much love always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower

lines of possibility


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she loves her

art met soul.
swan-gazed they embraced,

each their stillness of
frenzy; blushed with their curiosity.
#shelovesher;
alive.
CKS

Twins, Art met Soul, #shelovesher, work in progress, digital drawing, part of Standing Human


my art met my soul when I was just a little girl. I didn’t know it. Its probably a good thing. She was a quiet constant in my life; art and soul. When I met the both them, I was in college and home where I had always been; submerged in the Creative.

it was 1994, within my installation of Bearing the Burdens of the Father; personal reflections with the Stations of the Cross, where I came to know her and accept that she was me, and this me loved the connections with we.

she did not really belong to me; I always knew that. I was her hands and her feet. She taught me and told me what she needed; entrusted me to care for her needs, to meet her voice with mine.

not just my art and my soul, but your art and your soul too

here we are today, standing human, together. she loves her which means she loves you. Have you met her? If so, how are you; how is she? If not, what stops you from holding her hand? May you know her, may you be satiated.

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little flower


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i am in love.

with the wind
of steely gray charcoal;
grit and truth.

life of the upside

rolling down hills of my Spring.

I am in love.
I am in love.
love feel Spring am I.

where are you
within your Spring?
CKS

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower


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Heal Me and I Shall Be Healed

Welcome to #firstthursdays; home of the new. From artwork to poetry to whatever the new may be. I am also exploring ways to have fun and make it easy to travel the rabbit holes of Crooked Little Flower. You will start noticing the addition of multiple categories; M-F each have their own particular theme and labeled according to poetry, figure, portrait, you get the idea. Allowing you to explore as you wish; according to your mood, needs, and desires. I have added a tag cloud at the bottom of the site; here you can explore further; the abstract portrait perhaps, or prose poetry versus haiku. Choose your own adventures!


Today, I also want to introduce you to some new available pieces. I am very excited. These are the first finished digital etchings. It feels good to be wearing my printmaker hat again. Many of you already know, I was a master intaglio printmaker. I love the copper plate and all it does with ink and paper.

I would throw my plates on the ground within my pathway of etching and pulling prints as I loved the conversation of unanticipated mark-making; the floor, my feet, and the plates. I used hardground, drypoint, and carborundum predominately.

Today, instead of copper and acid bathes, my Surface Book and jpeg is my plate. Sketchable, Rebelle 3, and Adobe become my grounds. Paper and ink are still paper and ink.


I am simultaneously working on two related series. I am working with Breath, and I am working once again with Jeremiah, “Heal me and I shall be healed. . . .” Portraits and figures are emerging.


Here are the first five. They are editions of 10, signed, numbered, and the jpeg plate retired.



Read the recent interview here


paint much love always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower


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Standing Human

weary joint-knot
fade pale your wounds
into the horizons of the sun;
setting our hearts to rest.

CKS

Standing Human, digital sketch, 10 x 14 inch (25.4 x 35.56 cm)


In the past week, I have been witness to people being treated less than. Also, being lifted up by still others.

I don’t understand why we can hurt each other as we do. I don’t know what drives us to knock down, stifle motivation and passion. There is nothing wrong with honest reality. That is different than purposely separating and demeaning.

Ego drives us to act better than we are, or to put someone down to make ourselves feel better.

I love watching that darkness trying to suffocate life, and see the love actions of others making sure light wins.


Much of my reflections lately come back to mental health, in particular how we treat people with mental illness. By random chance, an article about a possible development in Dallas came through my news feed google graces me with on my phone.

It caught my attention, because the possible development involved Timberlawn Psychiatric Hospital; to be turned into some sort of homes/gated community? Caught my attention. In the mid 1990’s I was there. Some pretty horrific experience.

This led to an article last year announcing its closing. The state was going to close them if they didn’t close themselves. A rabbit hole of articles and I realize it wasn’t just me. My experience was minimal compared to the horrors some experienced.

My rabbit hole keeps expanding. My questions grow. My desire to speak more urgent.


Profits and less than(ness).

Other than to say, my desire to finish and produce the play I have been working on is reinvigorated. I am placing the words of my molesters and abusers next to words of medical staff. Then placing the words of dear friends, mentors next to the words of yet more medical staff.

Whatever you call it, two words may describe; 1) unacceptable and 2) love. May the play example both for the sake of awareness, education, connection.

May you be empowered to speak up for yourself even when all seems hopeless. May you find a path, your path.

You are beautiful. You are enough.

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower


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Sketching Breath

Sketching Breath Connie Karleta Sales

Slight wind
leaves are turning, why?
A smile is a blessing to a
loose heart
losing heart.


Colorless soft silence;
Feels as though my chest is caving in.

Gravity hit me.

light harmony
tinker of notes
have nothing
have it all.

love

pain;
transient in
her harmony;

tinkers
notes about everything.

CKS

Sketching Breath, digital drawing, 11 x 8 1/2 in (27.94 x 21.59 cm)
from series in progress, and so I shall be, reflections with Jeremiah,


A single poem; Three poems; dance in the togetherness of love.
My Father , Son, Holy Ghost.

Light of my Christ, Light of universal light; beyond the self of my body. Of Buddha, of you; of other; of we. Daily.

How do you read the words above? Does it change in a day, each hour? This is how my life lives forward. A dance of the flow, of moment unknown; of smiles and tears, miles and rest.

Breath

I lose heart, and I loose my heart. Never a static beat. I breathe in and breathe out. I move and I rest. Does it matter where I go? Does it matter who I am?

I have been drawing next to Jeremiah again. I just love him and all that he is and is not. “Heal me and I shall be healed.” he says. “Save me and I shall be saved.” “for You are my praise.”

That Love within you, the You within you; that dances in the good and the hard. The Buddha’s Breath “. . . and I shall be. . . “

Is it enough? to know I am safe; safe to be who I am.

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little flower