Ten for 2011 POW!!!!!!

 

This Year I’m Blasting Off in New Directions!

1. I’m the current in the wire.
2. I’m firing up my spirit.
3. I’m turning action into a living philosophy.
   
4. I’m working up a new balancing act.
   
5. I’m liberating my time.
6. I’m vanquishing my fears.
7. I’m counting on the unpredictable.
8. I’m moving to a Midas touch.
9. I’m cherishing what I have.
10. I’m breathing in love.

Thank you all for following my Blog throughout 2010… 2011 is going to be GRRREAT!!!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

Eat & Chew Overdone Laughter

Limes & Gladiolas

Sitting by the Limes

Hockey on T.V.

Left Side (L.S.)

Dark-haired Man

in black turtleneck

Far Right (F.R.)

All shapes & colors

of glass bottles

in between L.S. & F.R.

“Domes of Glasses”

Man with dark

hair, white golf

shirt & trendy

eyeglasses at

opposite end of bar

(O.E.O.B.)

and out past O.E.O.B.

a heritage brick

BLDG 6 storeys

high with 3 trees – light green dark green yellow-green mix

Woman with

long hair

Heads thrown

back, mouths

open wide:

showing strong

white teeth

Laughter, loud,

overdone, new

relationship

excites.

Hands waving

up, back & forth

up & down very

fast, now steadied

by a glass of wine.

He manfully

eats & chews

his meal as if

he has taken

big bites of her

and is digesting

this encounter.

His hard &

punishing body

language softens

with his “kitten”

next to him &

he begins to

settle into an

interview by

learned response.

The line is the

same well

rehearsed,

mandatory prelude

to a loving interlude

Her finger waves

& points, he leans

forward, appearing

interested.

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

Get Lippy!

What Next!

I’ve come to grips with my lips.

Last year the magazines said they were too thin.

The year before that they were too wide.

Other years the mags described them as too pouty,

too droopy, too dry, too wrinkled, too cracked,

too full, too, too, too………….. my two lips!

“Lippy” – given to back talk.  (Merriam-Webster Online)

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

ZenZing

Thanking my unconscious mind for these permissive ideas.

Eating lunch with a  friend at 3:30 p.m. in Capers Courtyard on Fourth Avenue yesterday. Two pigeons strutted around the table and between our feet.  I noticed they had black toenails at the end of their red toes and legs.  This is very dramatic and beautiful. I feel I need coral red fingernails with jet black tips:  very Zen!!  Now here I think the next Fashion Movement will be a ‘Zen’ look. I could do one:  Paper, water blue, soft jade green, moonlight, horizontal planes, 7″ x 7″ proportions, whispers.  Nothingness, lightness, being (3 stages of birth)… I like my new concept.

What else comes from my Zen?  Bowls, trees, discs, flow, chromium yellow and wine-stain red, high altitudes/attitudes, thinness, sticks, stones, smoothness, waving, layers, reduction, balance, harmony zones:  The Zen Zone; how would that look?  How would I combine the colors?

One stroke on a brass gong: a single strike against a brass gong!

Tastes like pepperment:  Peppermint Zen.

Smells like cinnamon-sea air.

Feels like mountain (Whistler) wind.

The energy of a horse’s mane in the air as it gallops, the flames of a fire (fire flame), a bird wing fanned out (against) or into the wind.

I like these images.

My “imagineered” design style is a place where Zen and Clutter Meet.

"Zen by Nature"

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

In with the Fruit Peels when I Die

We’re here and gone.  We’re in and out.

The swell of the waves makes my thighs quiver and my lower body feels sensations taking in the movement of the sea.  The Shangri-La thrusts above the headland.

A deep pink geranium sits pretty in the black cast iron urn near my feet silently dropping her petals as she too admires the whitecaps. A dainty sophisticate, the geranium has an oriental lily pad leaf anchoring an English flower and bud with small petals, fanning out a saturated hue against clouds swollen with shadows leaning along the sky in layers.

The icy wind is bending tree branches and whirring the stalks of shrubs into a frenzy. The Seawalkers keep their collars up and kleenex under their noses as they brace their steps for the next burst of cold air breaking over them.  Long scarves twirl and leap outward in a scatter-brained dance.

The train tracks creak, dogs yip and howl.

My feet are cold, as is my tea, and yet it is mesmerizing to sit in the midst of it all.  A lone gull is being blown blocks out of his way by the next forceful blow of the wind.  He’s drawn across roof and tree tops and sent soaring away from the water toward the hard blue mountains.

A steady grumble makes its way through the leaky windows and the canvas awnings flap furiously against the current.

Without warning leaves are blown inside out revealing their naked light side.  The logs sitting atop the giant granite boulders lining the walk thunk, thunk, in repetition.  All is divine as blue sky and tips of sunlight foreshadow a heavenly day.

Now the sun comes out to spoil me warming my bare feet resting on the tile floor.  The rays are blinding as they reflect off the water and the surface of the sea glitters in madcap fashion. Sunlight is pulled back and in ten breaths I see only a glare as the seagulls wail mournfully.  The sun is back, in the completion of a sentence, playing hide and seek with me.  I have to squint hard against it.

More people are out walking now.  The path becomes a medley of color:  mauve, red, blue, pink, white, gold, black, navy, tan:  the colors of our clothing, our cars, and our floral arrangements.

The walk has emptied, my tea is drained, I leave the solarium in peace having read a few more pages from Louise Erdrich’s book, “The Blue Jay’s Dance.”  A Birth Year.  Exquisite, lyrical prose by a Best-Selling Author, Mother, Observer of Nature and Poet.  These little vignettes are “unpredictable and unforgettable.”  The mundane of everyday life is rendered marvelous!

Once back in the kitchen I look out and see the arbutus tree waving wildly in the wind. My concern is for the crow who built her nest in a strong fork of one of the branches.  I can see vaguely through the blossoms that she’s home by a small glimpse of her shiny black feathers.  The tree  is caught up in a baby hurricane and I think of the bird mother having morning sickness in the dizzying gale. If the eggs aren’t scrambled by the time the wind ceases the birdlings will be born remembering this psychedelic drama in their incubation. All day I fret over whether the nest will weather the storm.

I had watched the nest being built and the crow had a mate helping to weave each thoughtfully chosen strand of material into a new home. Many trips were made carrying puffs of something white and fluffy. Normally the nest rests in utopia almost hidden by the thick and lavish white flowers and green leaves of the arbutus tree; a floral-lined loft.  By sunset the scene turned calm, the five-hour power outage was repaired, and I had the kettle back on. I was extremely grateful for electricity, a safe nest, and all the energetic forces of Mother Nature purifying the air we breathe.  The electric heat is back on, the fridge is cold again, and the food didn’t spoil.  So what if the computer wouldn’t work, I got this written anyway… by hand and heart.

Crow Nursery constructed in the boughs of the red-trunked Arbutus Tree

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

Magnificent Mannequins

"Manikin Profile"

"Untitled"

"Manikin Reflection"

I take artistic license and paint this Mannequin in poster pretty colors.

"Owns" the City!

Mark Teasdale is a Professional Photographer based in North Vancouver, B.C.  To view the scope of his work online please click on the following link: http://www.flickr.com/photos/24346373@N08/

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

“Tick Clock”

Clock

Slept in

to 10:23 a.m.

Needed it.

Asa was talking to me

at 6 a.m.

I was so tired

I couldn’t respond…

And,

they,

my dreams,

were pulling me back

into them.

He wakes up,

between 4 and 6 a.m.

each morning,

to feed

his business and financial anxieties.

He lets the reins of

negativity and hopelessness

loose,

and the beast

of despair

plunges him into

conflicted mindstreams.

He hurls rocks toward

himself,

as he projects

frustration,

into his opening hours

"Asa at Nine A.M."

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

Black anD ReD

"Starting Out"

"Heeding the Stop Sign"

"Where'd Everybody Go?"

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

Reality Tale

Please adopt whatever you need from this journal entry I made late in 2007 and use it as a mantra, a meditation, a chant, a prompt, encouragement, or an affirmation.

"Beauty Radiates from Within"

The tale dances me through the day and elevates me as I sleep pouring new ideas, thoughts, dreams, and images into my creative work.

People stop me to talk, they compliment me, they’re curious about my work.

The public treats me as a celebrity.  They ask my professional opinion.

My fans want to own my work, engage my consulting services; they send me gifts and thank-you’s.

I am able to write fluently.

I design new styles, forms, and images with spirit and vitality.

I paint and draw with passion and emotional strength.

I can think well because I am well and very healthy.

My gratitude is deep and I evolve into a more authentic figure of myself.

I communicate clearly, accept inner challenges, and love deeply.

I swish through difficulties, problem solve without conflict, and increase my patience.

I send out showers of goodness, goodwill and charm.

I’m charitable, compassionate, reliable, open, and joyful.

I embrace the universe as it is, respect it, and understand that my thoughts, deeds, and actions either support or destroy parts of it.  I choose to be supportive.

I trust my vibes and live a six-sensory practice using my intuition as my guide.

I live in the present and use my consciousness wisely and widely.

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

Now You See Me – Now You Don’t!

Here...

... and Gone!

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets