Simplicity and Movement..."My Friend Maia" by Julia Warr

I am in love with this short film. Beautiful as it is, it proves that life is a series of simple movements and just as we think we are at the end one can still embrace its glorious mornings. May you forever enjoy your mornings and days filled with music, flowers and the wind on your face. Thank you Julia Marr for this lovely tribute to your friend, Maia.

My friend Maia from julia warr on Vimeo.

In the Blink of an Eye

Every time we blink,

a moment passes,

our life is altered,

children grow up,

flowers bloom and wilt,

feathers float away.

Life flies,

uninterrupted,

passing us by

and we forget

to take the time,

to really see...

We can't remember our youth,

our passions die,

we are blind.

Hold out your hand,

look in my eyes,

hold on tight because

this moment, too, will go by

in the blink of an eye.

-Millie Donovan © 2012

Rainbow Dancers, © Millie Donovan, 2011

Italian Dreaming, ©Millie Donovan, 2010

Off the Cliffs of Monhegan, ©Millie Donovan, 2011

You Are You Are by Lucy Schwartz...

Sometimes we are witness to the perfection of poetry, music and beauty coalescing in a song that is so sweet and simple it makes our heart skip. Here is the little shooting (or shall I say) rising star that I heard and had the pleasure of meeting recently. Thank you Miss Lucy Schwartz for these 4 little words..."you are, you are".

In order to fly, you need wings...

Tiny Treasure series © Millie Donovan 2011

In order to fly, you need wings. It seems quite obvious really. Anything that we do in life, we need the unconditional support of loved ones, friends and colleagues. It is a lot to ask. It is a lot to expect but no matter how brave we pretend to be, the last few steps, the moment before we jump, that little second prior to the curtain rising...we hang on until we are lifted by encouragement, applause, or just a simple look of pride.

So now, as I close my eyes, I am reminded of the people that have seen me take those tentative steps towards the wind. My friend who took time out of her busy day and helped me choose some photographs for an upcoming juried show. My husband who sees my work as a legacy worthy of being left to our children. The hours spent in a car with another close friend who listened and nodded and interjected when I was working through a problem.

Every friendship, every exchange, every conversation is like a feather. Because of the connections we make...we will someday SOAR.

"But hopes are Shy Birds flying at a great distance seldom reached by the best of Guns."

—John James Audubon

Searching for acceptance...

The morning of. By the time I got there, most of the artist were inside

registering and hanging. I was number 181.

It is that time of year. A mid-winter bacchanalia where anyone can squelch their egos and connect with their inner-id! It's time for the annual Salon des Indépendants hosted by the Hygienic Art Gallery in New London, CT. In it's 33rd year it makes good on the promise to provide a no holds barred environment allowing for the least repressed group of people ever to congregate in one space. Modeled after the parisian movement of the 19th century, the Hygienic's Salon des Indépendants is a direct protest to the rigidity of the art establishment. It is a middle finger proudly marketed and displayed for all to enjoy and take part in.

"Great Day" by Millie Donovan (me) was hung near a ranting

valentine featuring Mel Gibson. You can see Laura Gaffke's piece

on the lower right hand corner of the far wall. Her umbrella series

added color and joy to the Hygienic walls.

My husband is not a fan of this show. He argues that the show only serves to demean serious art and artists. That the work demonstrating craft and intention and YES beauty (at least in his opinion) is lost among the toilet tissue poems and peep sculptures. Well, he may have a point, but I whole-heartedly disagree! This is an opportunity for ALL artists (serious or not) to pull out all the stops and make a statement...so what if inspiration was found on the wall of the men's room. I say embrace it...all of it! Put on your best leather pants, pull out your spiked collar and find those pieces that you were too afraid to show. Better yet make something just for the Salon and get there early so that you can display it on the best wall!

Laura Gaffke and I found fellow artist, Ted Genard.

His piece "The Art Fan" can be seen directly in between Ted and myself.

We had so much fun finding a place on the walls.

(The coveted step stool is right behind us.)

Most of the fun is in finding a spot and commandeering the only step stool in the joint in order to hang it, then waiting for the crowd to come. Lined up for a block outside the doors of the gallery will be hundreds of people just waiting to catch a glimpse of the show that promises the forbidden.

You may ask yourself, "how does a girl that paints rainbows, balloons and butterflies manage to fit in this orgiastic environment?" To that I would have to answer that I am breaking all the rules! I do not pretend to make a point, I come as I am, and leave just the same. My protest...I leave a little bit of light and love in the midst of satire and brooding. The best compliment of the day was when a fellow participant (that was in line to take the much coveted step stool away from me) asked which piece was mine. He proceeded to barely look at it then said..."eh, cute", to which I replied; "thank you, that was exactly what I was going for!" Maybe next year I will paint bunnies!

The show opened on January 28th and will run through February 11th. Be sure to stop by and see what it's all about. Don't forget to look for my balloons titled "Great Day" on the far wall of the first gallery (right next to the ranting Mel Gibson, heart shaped valentine). What fun!