Best Friends Are Diamonds In The Midst

Best Friends by a.Siqueiros 2/23/11

If I Were...

by Lucky

If I were a memory I’d hold you there forever Reminding you of the good times we shared together If I were a smile on your face I would stay Never to let sadness chase me too far away If I were a teardrop I’d roll gently down from your eyes Not to burn much but to mend your sweet cries If I were a hand I’d want you to hold me in your own Carry me through life .. even when I’m grown If I were feet I would stay inline with you So I could be with you in all that you do If I were a shadow I would always follow We’d face things together in all the tomorrows If I were pain I’d stay far away from the start To make sure you never felt me or I never broke your heart If I were a song I’d be a sweet sound to your ears To keep up your hopes and carry you through the years If I were strength I’d give you my all I’d hold you high and never let your fall If I were your heart I’d be steady and true I’d be there in every beat; staying strong for you If I were the sun I’d shine down upon your face Illuminate your smile and radiate through your grace If I were a star I’d sparkle like your eyes I would look upon your life and never stop my shine I don’t know how good at those things I could be I’m not any of them but this I want you to see If I were a friend I couldn’t let you down I’d never let you fall or walk away from me with a frown If I were a friend I would hold your hand I would be with you always, I hope you understand If I were a friend I would give you my all And though it’s not much, I’ll be there when you call If I were a friend I’d be in every memory too When you laughed, when you cried, I’d be with you I CAN be these things, it’s not impossible to be a friend I CAN be your best and I’ll be here till the end

If I Were...

by Lucky

If I were a memory I’d hold you there forever
Reminding you of the good times we shared together

If I were a smile on your face I would stay
Never to let sadness chase me too far away

If I were a teardrop I’d roll gently down from your eyes
Not to burn much but to mend your sweet cries

If I were a hand I’d want you to hold me in your own
Carry me through life .. even when I’m grown

If I were feet I would stay inline with you
So I could be with you in all that you do

If I were a shadow I would always follow
We’d face things together in all the tomorrows

If I were pain I’d stay far away from the start
To make sure you never felt me or I never broke your heart

If I were a song I’d be a sweet sound to your ears
To keep up your hopes and carry you through the years

If I were strength I’d give you my all
I’d hold you high and never let your fall

If I were your heart I’d be steady and true
I’d be there in every beat; staying strong for you

If I were the sun I’d shine down upon your face
Illuminate your smile and radiate through your grace

If I were a star I’d sparkle like your eyes
I would look upon your life and never stop my shine

I don’t know how good at those things I could be
I’m not any of them but this I want you to see

If I were a friend I couldn’t let you down
I’d never let you fall or walk away from me with a frown

If I were a friend I would hold your hand
I would be with you always, I hope you understand

If I were a friend I would give you my all
And though it’s not much, I’ll be there when you call

If I were a friend I’d be in every memory too
When you laughed, when you cried, I’d be with you

I CAN be these things, it’s not impossible to be a friend
I CAN be your best and I’ll be here till the end

Contemplating about then and Now!

Contemplation by a.Siqueiros 2/21/11


Artist used to be able to to talk convincingly about creating something for posterity, about making things that would live on and even grow for hundreds of years past the death of their makers. Duration has traditionally been one of the great measures of quality.
But right now the world's future seems a bit doubtful. With vast amounts of weaponry all around us; with air, water, soil, and cities becoming more toxic every year; with the whole of Earth's life-support systems at risk, we don't have a clear guarantee that there will be much posterity. For years may of us have wondered and talked about what we can do to see that a world and a civilization still exist, to see that there's someone to make art for and with; and we have participated, each in our own way, in innumerable projects aimed at helping to heal the situation as each of us saw it.

Happiness is Being One With Nature

The Happiest I Have Been  Photo by Richard Bilow
I really miss doing this out in Nature by the Rivers Edge Fishing
I even wrote a Song of it! In which I will be recording it soon!

Time Waits For No One!

Time Waits for No One A.Siqueiros 2/17/11

The Clock of Life is Wound but once.

 And no man has the power to turn back the hands of the clock 

Late or early hour. 

For Now is the time! To Live, Love and toil with this will

For the hands of the clock may be Still!

Create your Life with Joy and inspiration by those who except you just the way you are!

Black Swan

The force of the desire to swallow and rule over everything is innate to our existence.  But when we overcome ourselves, this force rises and tears all the blockages, and nothing can prevent us from complete fulfillment.

Take charge of your desires today.

Black Swan by A. Siqueiros 2/17/2011

Once Upon A Time is Here !

by A. Siqueiros 2/16/2011

Full-blown artistic creativity takes place when a trained and skilled grown-up is able to tap the source of clear, unbroken play-consciousness of the small child within. This consciousness has a particular feel and flow we instinctively recognize. It is " like tossing a ball on swift-flowing water: moment-to-moment nonstop flow. Remembering is not the basses of giving an excuse not to be creative on Once upon a time for it is already here. Do something creative and let your self free.

Reflections of the Heart

Reflections of the Heart
 by a.Siqueiros 2/14/11

 Love is so precious

Love is a treasure

Love is not cheap

Love is when you can't fall asleep

For reality is better than dreams

And life is sweeter than it seams

Love comes from the heart

Not the brain

You don't know when it starts

You don't think about it

You just feel it over and over again

Love is not Just the saying of words

But the giving of one self

Love is caring

Love is daring

And most of All 

Love is sharing

Love is not to live in fears

Love is not a matter of counting years

But making the years count

Love is 

Telling, listening, understanding, 

Respecting the truth and never pretending

True love does NOT have a happy ending! 

True love does NOT have an ending! 

Love.. some say it is blind

But I say

Love gives you a third eye

To make it easy for you to find

Who is worthy? ! ! 

Moving Forward

Moving Forward by A. Siqueiros 2/9/20011

Falling in love with a Play called Life! 

Transformation comes from all different avenues of some kind of living form celebrating the newness of fresh beginnings resulting in the ever changing and developing a whole new you! That no other can be !

SIQUEIROS LIVES ON!: Gone Fishing

SIQUEIROS LIVES ON!: Gone Fishing: "Anna Siqueiros Gone Fishing Creating something every day is always my style and my life. Fishing is no different I believe everything has ..."

Gone Fishing

Anna Siqueiros Gone Fishing

Creating something every day is always my style and my life. Fishing is no different I believe everything has the ability to maintain a creative exploration to get better at. So I am relearning the ability to want to hook a fish on my line. But I believe I have a ways to go and I am OK with that! Besides what else can even compare to be in the midst of the most beautiful creation than nature it's self. Instilling in us the very center of spiritual balance.

Sketches of President Barack Obama & The mood of the State of The Union Speech

     Art & Politics

“An art without an ideological function in spite of genius of its creator- or more specifically its maker- changes the artist progressively and inevitably into a juggle for the society of ‘ladies and gentlemen’ in as much as the generator governs the force of the current”

“ Liberalism transformed the private forms that were complementary, into special forms almost excessively used for the pleasure of society.

It substituted the wealthy gentleman, the art market that before belonged to the state that is to, to the masses. There one must localize the source of transformation from the traditionally social art into an art for society, into an art which is aesthetic compliment to the furnishings in the private home of the wealthy elite. And there is no man, however genial he may be, who can escape the reality sooner or later.”

                                                                            David Alfaro Siqueiros

Sketch off the TV of President Obama by A. Siqueiros 2011

The Mood I received off the applause by A. Siqueiros 2011

SIQUEIROS LIVES ON!: Breaking Through your Spirit

SIQUEIROS LIVES ON!: Breaking Through your Spirit: "The creative artist and poet and saint must fight the actual (as opposed to ideal) gods of our society-the god of conformism as well as the ..."

Breaking Through your Spirit

The creative artist and poet and saint must fight the actual (as opposed to ideal) gods of our society-the god of conformism as well as the gods of apathy, material success, and exploitative power. These are the the "idols" of our society that are worshiped by multitude's of people. 

                                                                                                   ROLLO MAY

Breaking Through your Spirit by A. Siqueiros 2011

SIQUEIROS LIVES ON!: The Beginnings of Las Vegas Day & Night Painting

SIQUEIROS LIVES ON!: The Beginnings of Las Vegas Day & Night Painting: "Las Vegas Day & Night #2 by A.Siqueiros 2011 There is a continuous dialogue between hand and instrument, hand and culture. Artwork i..."

The Beginnings of Las Vegas Day & Night Painting

Las Vegas Day & Night #2 by A.Siqueiros 2011


There is a continuous dialogue between hand and instrument, hand and culture. Artwork is not thought up in consciousness and then, as a separate phase, executed by the hand. The hand surprises us, creates and solves problems on its own. Often enigmas that baffle our brains are dealt with easily, unconsciously, by the hand. 

Pen & ink Poem Sketch

Love Waits by A. Siqueiros 2011

Dealing with Flakes in Life!

DEALING WITH FLAKES IN LIFE
By A.Siqueiros 2011

The Budda in All of Us

The aspiration to attain enlightenment

The highest form of spiritual practice is the cultivation of the altruistic intention to attain enlightenment  for the benefit of all sentient beings, known as bodhichitta. This is the most precious state of mind, the supreme source of benefit and goodness, that which fulfills both our immediate and ultimate aspirations, and the basis of altruistic activity. However, bodhichitta can only be realized through regular concerted effort, so in order to attain it we need to cultivate the discipline necessary for training and transforming our mind.

The DALI LAMA'S Quote & Painting by A. Siqueiros 2011

There are, it seems, two Muses: the Muse of Muse of Inspiration, 

who gives us inarticulate visions and desires,  

and the Muse of Realization, who returns again and again to say, 

"It is yet more difficult than you thought 

" This is the Muse of Form!

Lost In Thought by A. Siqueiros

The Day of Laundry Hell !

Laundry Hell Sketch by a.siqueiros

Sometimes I find myself in a pit of loneliness or anti creativity, feeling trapped in some bleak life situation,or feeling trapped in some bleak life situation, or feeling that I have taken on some piece of work so large and many-faceted that if I lived ten lifetimes I could not complete it. part of me knows that a surprise, a breakthrough, a new element can come in at any moment and change the equation of my life. But all too often I identify myself as a part ( an ego, a solidified self) that sees only what is apparent and feels trapped in it. The demands of daily life and my own expectations seem to allow me no time and no room to maneuver. I am tempted to grasp for an easy outcome, a magic potion, a distraction, or else a way to drop the whole thing. At such times we can create tremendous doubt about the value of our life and art and lets not forget about the cleaning, and Laundry!