Sunday, September 29, 2013

Loggerhead Fever- The Poetry Bug Strikes again!




A loggerhead turtle nesting at night



The tracks left behind by a nesting loggerhead- a sign of where the nest can be found

Living in beautiful South Carolina on the shores of the Atlantic, loggerhead turtles nest here in the summer and fall on our beach.  It's a quiet and natural beachfront, unlike so much of the Grand Strand.  Those turtles and their nests are associated with some of my most magical moments over the years.  Last year, it was my privilege to witness the emergence of a few baby stragglers out of a nest which had partially hatched the previous day.  They came out late in the evening one night.  The full moon and I were the only witnesses to their birth.  The experience is one I'll never forget.  

A baby loggerhead makes its way to the sea
22 years ago, I also had an amazing experience with the loggerheads.  My little children were in various stages of undress after a long day at the beach.  Rather than deal with sagging diapers, I let the youngest two just run around naked.  While there, during the twilight hours, a nest began to emerge.  We were able to escort the hatchlings to the water.  It was fantastic!  Watching my naked babies escort the baby turtles to the ocean is something I'll remember forever with nostalgia.  

As it happens, I was reminiscing yesterday about those memories, and felt inspired to write the beginning of a poem based on my ideas about loggerheads, their birth, and their relationship with the moon.  This is getting to be a new habit!  Having been bitten in Greece,  I lost yet another day to the poetry bug (yes, it seems to be contagious, especially among artists! )  I took the day off to relax and lost the afternoon developing an idea into a poem.  It was a great way to while away the day!

I don't know that it's finished, but I thought others might enjoy the spirit of the piece even in its rough form.  I've painted turtles in the past, but hope to let this poem inspire a painting or perhaps even a series of paintings!  I hope you enjoy it.  
Turtle Dreams- Abstract Mixed Media



Mother Moon 

and the Loggerheads  Poem by Rebecca Zdybel

Mother moon she shines her light,
Her kingdom is the sea.
She rules in silent majesty. 
The queen of night is she.

Her sister sun she steals the show, 
With heat and colors bright.
Her children; plants and all of life 
Who count on day for light.
The moon, no colors and no voice, 
Is left to rule the sea.
The waves, her arms,
Reach toward the shore, 
Her song their melody.

A mothers heart she does posses, 
But children she has few.
For nature often chooses day 
When life seeks to renew. 

The loggerhead is special then... 
Among the favored few, 
Who look to Moon as Mother, 
And their birth she oft will view.

When nest is lain 
On dunes piled high, 
The loggerheads will leave.
Trusting Mother Moon 
To guide their babies to the sea.

Her sister sun will watch the brood 
When night becomes the day.
She’ll  splash upon the peaceful scene 
With colorful array.

Almost home...!
All day she’ll shine and try to claim
These children as her own.
But mother moon, 
Does soon return, 
And wait for them, alone.

Vigil she keeps nightly 
O’er her sandy nursery.
Returning every evening,
Time of birth a mystery.

As nights do pass without event,
She’ll often shed a tear,
And mourn the prospect of 
Another day without them near.

On those morns, she leaves forlorn,
As night becomes the day.
Her sister sun allowed once more
The chance to have her way.

Mother Moon does come again
Whene’er she has the chance.
Waiting, watching, shining,
On the waves her light will dance.

And so it was that moonlit night,
So very long ago.
Their little noses poking through the sand
As if ‘twas snow.

Her lamp lit bright and beckoning.
She called them from below,
The blanket where they long had slept,
Warm and safe to grow.

Their hopes raised high, their path well lit,
They crawl over the shore.
Their fins imprinting on the sand  
A trail to come once more.

The water sings her lullaby.
Her arms, as waves do reach.
She woos them forth, 
With mother’s love, 
 As they cross o’er the beach.

That song rings on when e’er we hear
The waves upon the shore.
A song of love’s unending hope.
A song none can ignore.
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I hope you enjoyed my little poem.  I'm not sure about the title (it almost seems like it would be a great name for a rock band, lol!
 A Happy side-note- Since having originally posted this poem, I've been asked to read it for the local gathering of Turtle Volunteers later this month.  They are the stalwart folks who patrol the beaches daily and help to protect and preserve the nests and the turtle hatchlings.
They have some other surprise plans I can't reveal at this point, but I'll be sure to write about THAT experience later this month!  So exciting!!


If you're interested in knowing more about Loggerhead turtle activity on the beaches here in SC, or want to get involved in their protection follow this link
S.C.U.T.E.- SC United Turtle Enthusiasts Facebook page

Rebecca Zdybel
Artist, Instructor, Art-Travel Instructor
Art Lessons in all media Myrtle Beach, SC
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Sunday, September 22, 2013

Michaelino sings at San Fedele Tuscany



This video was typical of our after dinner entertainment from our host and all around great guy, Michaelino.  Il Chiostro did a great job putting our art tour together!

If you're interested in taking a fabulous trip to Tuscany, contact me!  I am planning a get away Sept 27-Oct 4 2014.  We will be doing art, having lessons, cooking together and having instruction from a fabulous Tuscan chef, drinking local preservative free wines and eating authentic farm to table fare, while traveling the small quaint towns of historic and beautiful Tuscany!


Rebecca Zdybel
Artist, Instructor, Art-Travel Instructor
Art Lessons in all media
Myrtle Beach, SC
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Thursday, September 19, 2013

Awake and Dreaming and Writing Poetry


Have you ever daydreamed your way into a great idea?  Have you ever paused before waking in the morning and had creative revelations come your way as you laid there...somewhere between sleeping and waking...in that pleasant and relaxed realm?  


 "Beyond Imagining"-  Acrylic on Canvas      16X20     $350

If you have kids and jump out of bed at the last minute with a million things to do, you may not get too many of these moments (I sure didn't while I was raising my family).  These days, I've come to love the morning hours when I'm by myself and before the day begins.  I like to keep it quiet.  I like to let my mind wander.  Maybe it's meditation.  Sometimes it turns into a prayer, but often its just quiet.  

I have found these times to be especially subject to creative thoughts...ideas for new work, new classes, new themes.  So much so in fact, that I've taken to keeping a journal next to my bed.  As with dreams (or honestly, most things I want to remember), I've found that unless I write it down, I tend to forget it.  

I was so inspired by my new friends and their poetic creations during my trip to Greece.  Their words were truly beautiful.  I found their poems heartfelt and inspirational. I found myself reminiscing about how I used to write poems as a teenager.  Then I stopped.  I don't know why, but I can imagine that I just got worried about baring my soul too transparently.   I do love words and I do love writing, so I decided to pass the time on the way home from Greece, not only painting, but trying to describe my love of these morning reveries through poetry.  (It was a REALLY long journey home).


I didn't have a personification for inspiration, until I looked up the god of inspiration (it seemed appropriate, having just left Greece- home of both gods and poetry).  It was then that the idea of personifying inspiration came to me.  After that, it all fell into place.  What fun!  

Next on my "to-do List":
I want to let these words inspire a painting...
Victory Song
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Here's my new poem below.  


The Muse  Rebecca Zdybel

In that space of quiet
Rest
Awake and dreaming free 
Abide a while 
Peacefully still 
And linger luxuriantly

Pause and watch the moments slip 
Sense of time now gone
Comes a flow 
of thoughts inspired                                           
Somehow new yet known

Taking shape
Familiar guest
The Muse she beckons me
Her veil aside
Her face revealed
Inspiration now I see

Beckoning 
The siren sings
"Come, linger by my shore..."
Songs of brush and pen and theme
 I hear her Whispering roar!


My heart caressed
In a breath dive deep 
No movement made
Its there...
A promise kept
Her generous heart 
Awaits, and its laid bare

Taking shape 
Thoughts---forward press 
Not urgent, yet a surprise 
My grateful spirit 
an open door for
For what the Muse inspires

Pearlsong revealed
I hear her tune,
The lyrics, every line
I float, I smile
Receive as gift
Her song for now its mine

Currents move
I journey on
Away from siren's shore 
What were those notes? 
They rang so clear 
As if I'd read before


I shift to stay
But force helps not 
So on and on I go,                   
a leaf afloat in currents unknown
I surrender to the flow

Again the notes her song become
Their waters quench my soul
I drink them in
Connection pure
Aware of my new goal

I wake inspired
Our tryst complete
Somehow its now so clear
I smile a lover's gratitude 
So glad I lingered here...

I can tell you that whether or not you relate to this poem, I had a fabulous time constructing it.  Finding just the right meter and just the right word or imagery, was similar to searching for just the right color or value in a painting.  I definitely felt myself shift into Right-Brain mode when trying to compose.  It was the same way I feel when I am painting or drawing.  Perhaps the Muse visited me.  



Let me know if you can relate to the sensation of inspiration coming to you as a gift, perhaps a heavenly one.  I'd love to hear from you...





Rebecca Zdybel
Artist, Instructor, Art-Travel Instructor
Art Lessons in all media
Myrtle Beach, SC
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Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Out of My Mind Again! Art- My Favorite Drug of Choice

Have you ever had an out of body experience?  I just did.  I passed a very long 9 hour flight without the need to sleep despite getting up at 3 AM in Athens.  I'm a little fatigued, but during the flight I completed a few small watercolor sketches in my travel journal, and did some writing.  So fun! I was really "in the zone".  Either that, or once again,  I was out of my mind!
Athens

Octopus on the line...Scala Sykaminia


Remembering Manh Manh Restaurant in Athens...OHPAH!!
Note to self: sketching is probably best done on smooth paper...
this one done on rough paper is an illustration of why =)

Windmills of Chios- a must see!  You can eat dinner there as the sun sets...just lovely!




If you're as old as I am, you may remember that old Calgon Bath commercial.  The catch phrase was,  "Calgon, take me away....!" Good old Calgon Bath products never had that effect on me, though if I had enjoyed them this way, perhaps they might have!  


If you're old enough to remember that commercial, you may also remember the natural child-birth technique called Lamaze.  Breathing was at the heart of the Lamaze method and I relied on for all 4 of our children's births.  It really worked.  

That was the first time I remember being transported mentally in a remarkable way without chemical assistance.  I always thought of Lamaze as self-hypnosis, and a way of going "somewhere else" in your head while all hell was breaking loose with your body.  

That feeling is not just available through chemicals or hypnosis.  Music can also transport me.  Playing music can be a quick way to lose a few hours once I settle in and get engaged.  

Sports can also take me there.  Being an athlete all my life, I've had times when I've played "out of my mind".  My hand and eye were incredibly connected.  When this happened my entire being was on fire and I was doing things I could not believe possible.  Everything worked and was in sync. I was in the zone.  It was the best!  If you're an athlete, you may have also experienced something similar.  I don't think I'm that special...I just think it's part of the human experience.  

Those times are incredible, and sometimes I feel myself in that same kind of head space while "in the zone" doing art.  Every artist who has seriously spent time focused on their artwork has felt some version of this phenomena.  Time slips away, you're focused and ideas are flowing.  You see more and more clearly, perceive more and more discerningly.  Associations come, ideas flow, and you may even forget to eat, drink, or sleep.  Concentration is keen, and yet you are not on edge.  It's a calm and centered mental place to dwell.  In her book, Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain, Betty Edwards calls this mental state, Right-Brain Mode.

Having grown up in the generation before the "just say No" era, I confess to having personally had a motto of "just say Yes" to a whole lot of things that would prevent me from running for political office.  Having sampled a few wares of the legal and illegal sort,  I can report to those of you who may have made other choices, that nothing compares to the "high" I feel from art. ART is my new drug of choice.  


I have had conversations with a few of my friends who write as their means of expression.  They report a similar feeling when they are focused and feeling especially creative.  Betty Edwards encourages writers to do a sketch prior to writing as a means of focusing their creative centers and starting up that sense of flow.  The idea is, that once you begin the Right-Brain Mode, you can transition to writing and ride the wave of creativity a little more easily. 

Have any of you had this feeling?  I'd love to hear about your experiences..comment here if you would like to share.




Rebecca Zdybel
Artist, Instructor, Art-Travel Instructor
Art Lessons in all media
Myrtle Beach, SC
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Monday, September 16, 2013

Photos of My Art Trip to Greece: Lesbos, Chios, Athens

What Inspires You??



Beautiful Light?




Landscapes?

Sunsets?

Perhaps something unusual makes you pause...
Yes, those really are octopi hanging on the line!
Maybe you find beauty in wildlife...



Maybe color inspires you...

I loved the lavender shutters in the house shown above


The beautiful bougainvillea against the magenta shutters was inspirational for me...


Perhaps you like shapes, and Abstract forms...



Maybe you love things with character and texture...

Whatever inspires you visually, you'll find plenty here in Greece! There's nothing better than traveling as an artist!  If you'd like to try it, think about joining me next year in Tuscany for a painting and cooking trip...Sept 27-Oct 4 2014!

Rebecca Zdybel
Artist, Instructor, Art-Travel Instructor
Art Lessons in all media
Myrtle Beach, SC
rebecca@artmyrtlebeach.com

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Monday, September 9, 2013

Busy day of painting & a couple pics from Greece!

This is a cute little spot in an amazingly beautiful medieval town on Chios.  The town is Mesta, and if you get the chance....GO!  I did a quick drawing in pen of this site and can't wait to paint it!  I also completed an abstracted painting which I will photograph and share another day.


The decorations on this building are very typical of the designs found on all the buildings in the town of Mesta.  The symbols are made with a technique known as "Scraffito".  It's a technique used in painting too, where you scratch into the surface to reveal what lies below.  It's so beautiful and very ornate.  What a great stop!  While there I did another 2 drawings of scraffito covered buildings.  Such fun, but also such a challenge!  I kept having cars park right in front of my line of sight!

I am having some personal breakthroughs while here and just loving encountering the people of Greece on the streets.  They are so warm and friendly.  As we sit in front of their homes and paint, we are generally met with offers of water and sweets.  I have a great story about that I will share another day.  I can't say enough about painting plein air or out in the open while on vacation!!!  The people I'm meeting are amazing and we have so much in common.  We look at the world through the same lens.  We have writers and poets along with us, and we all share a common perspective. Artists are found in all realms.   What a treat...
Rebecca Zdybel
Artist, Instructor, Art-Travel Instructor
Art Lessons in all media
Myrtle Beach, SC
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Saturday, September 7, 2013

Lost and Alone in a Foreign City- Learn from my Mistakes

It all began so innocently, we were to get off the bus in Mytilene, Greece on the island of Lesbos.  We were going to see a bit of the city for about 1/2 hour prior to catching our ferry to Chios around noon.  I was with the group and coming back soon to the same bus which had all my luggage.  I left my cell phone, which I always put in airplane mode anyway when I'm in Europe.  That way I don't get charged for incoming messages.  I had my passport, camera, cash, and credit cards with mee.  I was with our group of 25 and we began by setting out into the winding and crowded merchant section of town.

Immediately people began to dodge into bathrooms, stop at storefronts, and basically wander down the road together.  As is my habit, I began looking at the scene through my camera lens, and found lots of interesting subject matter all along the road.  I wasn't exactly sure of our destination, I didn't really care. That was my first mistake.

We approached an old abandoned and decayed mosque, and I heard from a friend that the interior was beautiful.  I was intrigued, and stepped onto a side street to get a better look.  I never went in, I just poked my camera through the windows.  What I saw was so engaging...abstract patterns of bricks, arches, steel rods, and soft light poking through sky holes here and there.  It was gorgeous and wanting to look at it from another angle I stepped around the side of the building without telling anyone.  That was my second mistake.

After getting some terrific shots for about 5 minutes, I came out on the street and didn't see anyone, so I continued going down the street in the same direction toward a church we had all been photographing.  I didn't see anyone in either direction, but I just figured I would see them around the next bend in the road.  I didn't.

I got to the church, and figured they might be inside...they weren't.  The church was at a fork in the road.  I went down the first fork for about 5-10 minutes...and began to panic.  Where were they??? It was such a big group, and how could I not see them???  My next thought was that they must have gone down the other fork in the road.   I began to jog.

When I got back to the church I checked inside again- nobody there.  I asked around but no one spoke English.  The other fork in the road was a possibility.   Time was not my friend at this point so I began to fun a little faster that way.

I traveled down that fork for about 5-10 minutes but it felt all wrong.  The street emptied out onto a large church and the harbor. There were buses there, but not mine.  No familiar faces.  How could this have happened?  Where were we supposed to meet?  I realized I didn't know.  What were the contact numbers for our tour guide?  I realized I didn't have them with me!  I left them in my backpack on the bus.  My options were limited and none of them were great.  How could I be so stupid??  I was definitely lost and alone.

I had my passport, my money, no phone, and no way to contact my group.  I did not know where exactly we were meeting our bus, although I did know where the bus had dropped us.  It was about 20 minutes away if I ran the whole way.  Perhaps that was where they were.  I could go back there, but I wasn't sure I could get a taxi in that location if I was wrong.  There also was the possibility that they might leave without me and try to find me later.  Where would they look for me?  Would it be best to stay where they last saw me?  I began to feel panic not only for me, but for the group, knowing that there would be an uproar when they realized I was missing.  I knew they would be terribly worried about what had become of me.

At that point I had been separated from the group for about 40 minutes and I didn't know exactly when the ferry left for Chios.  Given the deadline, and not knowing exactly where to meet them, I decided the best idea was to find my way to the ferry.  That was the one place I knew they would be.  It was the only certainty I really had.

I saw a number of taxis near the harbor when I had been there, so I decided to run there and grab a taxi  to the ferry...or ferries.  I wasn't sure whether there was more than one. Approaching the first cab driver I poked my head in the window and asked if her spoke English.  He answered,"Yes", so  I asked him when the next ferry was to Chios, and he said, "Tomorrow."  I knew that was wrong, so I told him," No, I need to go today.  When is the ferry today?"  He thought for a moment and then said,"Yes, there is a ferry in about 1 hour."  I asked him how much to go there, and it was only 3 Euros.  That was my first piece of good news...the low price told me I was close!

I got in the cab and asked him if there were any other ferries headed to Chios today.  He said, "No." but after his initial answer about the ferry schedule, I wasn't completely confident of his knowledge.  He dropped me and ran to the ticket counter...nobody was there.  Some sketchy characters were hanging around the ferry station and I decided I wasn't going to speak to them.  I rounded a corner and there was a group of ambulance personnel.  I asked if any of them spoke English.  They directed me to someone inside a trailer.

Inside the trailer, the man told me that the ferry was on it's way and would leave for Chios in about an hour.  I breathed a huge sigh of relief, and realized that I was probably not lost forever.  For better or for worse, I could get myself to Chios.  I didn't know the hotel name, but I figured that worst case, I could figure my situation out once I got there.  I went back a few times to my English speaking contact.  "Is there any other ferry leaving for Chios today?"  The answer was," Yes, there is another leaving at 8PM."  I knew that was not our ferry, so I figured I was in the right place.  Later on I asked," Do any other ferry lines operate a boat to Chios?"  He assured me that this was the ONLY boat bound for Chios leaving from Lesbos today.  That was when I finally relaxed and realized that all would be well.

It was also when I allowed myself to imagine how concerned and upsetting it must have been for all the rest of my group to have me go missing.  How could I have prevented this?  What were the lessons?
I had an hour to reflect, and this is what I came up with.  Maybe you can learn from my mistake.

If you're traveling abroad with a group on an excursion, here's advice I learned the hard way:
1. Always have your passport, money, credit card, and PHONE with you.
2.  Inside your passport or wallet, slip a list of contact numbers pertinent to your trip.  Think about adding the numbers into your phone contacts.  I have!
3.  Know where you are to meet before you start out. Write it down.
4.  Always tell someone where you are, even if you think they know.  Travel with a buddy if possible.
5.  Wear a watch so you can keep time.

The end of the story is happy.  My bus driver found me at the ferry, and telephoned the tour leaders to let them know my whereabouts.  My biggest regret is having inconvenienced and worried my fellow travelers, but they were  incredibly generous and supportive once they found out I was ok.  Their reaction was such a balm for my frazzled nerves.  I appreciate their support more than they will ever know. Hopefully, this post may help someone else avoid finding themselves in a similar situation.

We are safely arrived on Chios and I look forward to checking the island out tomorrow...


Rebecca Zdybel
Artist, Instructor, Art-Travel Instructor
Art Lessons in all media
Myrtle Beach, SC
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Friday, September 6, 2013

Lesbos- Poetry and Lesbian History


This is a statue of Sappho- A poet from Lesbos.  She is honored in the hilltown of Ayiassos which we visited today.  It seems especially appropriate to speak of poetry here in Greece.  Poetry is like a national pastime here.  The famous poet Homer is from this country. 1963 nobel laureate poet, Giorgios Seferis was also Greek. 
It seems especially appropriate here.  The island we are on is Lesbos.  It is known for it's poetry.  Sappho lived in the hilltown of Ayiassos which we visited for a day.  Sappho is an ancient poet who wrote about love between women long ago. These writings have given Lesbos it's association with female homosexuality.   During her era, women were being educated for the first time under a tolerant leader.  Girls would leave home to study together and it was during this time that she wrote her poetry.  
 However, love between same-sex companions was not necessarily as we tend to think of it in modern times. Everything seems hyper-sexualized these days, but it wasn't necessarily the case back then. Many have pointed to her as evidence of female homosexual love...or Lesbianism. Sappho was not necessarily a lesbian, but she is forever associated with the topic due to her poems. 

I've found that artists are often poets. Whether their poetry is visual or verbal, the heart of a poet can often be found in the soul of an artist.  

Poetry can be a sign of inspired thinking.  Many artists couple their artwork with writing.  I have sometimes worked this way...letting a journal entry or words inspire a piece of artwork. If you've never tried writing as a tool for inspiring your artwork, I encourage you to try journaling or waxing poetic and using it as inspiration for your art!

On this trip, a couple of special poets have found their way into my heart.  Connie Cuthbertson is one fantastic artist and poet who is a new friend.  She has been on a journey fighting cancer over the last few years, and the good news is that she is healthy!  She is fantastic and is currently on an extended solo trip around Greece. She inspires me, and I thought you might enjoy her lovely poem.  I love it and hope you do too!

To Dream ~ Poem

I go searching for peace 
at waters edge
like a moth to a flame
she draws me in

and I listen here


the ocean breeze moves through me

the waves pool around me as
I enter this rhythmic dance
here I am caught, mesmerized

and I wonder here

Within the waves my mind is freed
Sunlight shimmers its dazzling light
Receding tide carries me with her
to far off places of the mind

and I enter here


I raise a handful of this liquid light
it glistens now
through my fingers 
memories trickle down

and I imagine here

I wonder, will this water 
that now falls from my fingertips
make its way to far off shores
where only my mind can travel

My eyes lifted now
to the horizon of thought
this endless ever changing place

Where fantasies and memories flow
where times of past and days to come
keep tempo with the day at hand

and I explore me here

I visit often 
in this quiet place of mind
to contemplate, to meditate
breathe deeply, and to dream

 and I understand me here

When I look deep into the ocean
as I go searching 
for peace
at waters edge


I discover me here


Rebecca Zdybel
Artist/ Art Instructor
Myrtle Beach, SC



 
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