Relinquishing Each Wish

~•Wishes•~ Photograph by my beautiful sister and best friend Laura Lujan

They blow to and from
carried by her breeze.
Hearts gush wish after
wish relinquishing each
to a forbidden sky.

~~» Felicia Lujan
~~» 5.18.2013

Caging the Intellectual Bird

“The binary world has given
radiant wings to knowledge
and information. Those who
support the infringement of
cyber freedom cage the
intellectual bird.”

••••••» Felicia Lujan
••••••» 4.30.2013

Imaginary Kiss with Heat

Today I picked up this lovely Marilyn Monroe coffee mug. It seemed right to associate her with heat. I do like my coffee extra hot! I loved the box with her imaginary kiss mark and autograph. Interesting to think that mugs like these will be the only way some people can ever hold Mz. Monroe.

Sunny Breakfast

•Aloha Fruity Salad Rolls•

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Laughter is the sun that
drives winter from the
human face.
………..Victor Hugo

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There is nothing like breakfast in the sun. The rays of light are so invigorating. Coffee and my favorite vegetarian sushi rolls from Whole Foods go perfect together. Yum! When I eat right, I can’t help but want to throw on my killa purps and exercise. I’m glad the weekend weather will be nice.

Anaconda Overlord

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Overlord with sleek
smoothness of tropical
ghosts– constrict and
crush despite pleading
prey for mythical snakes
were created to devour
the hearts of tigers.

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by Felicia Lujan
3.13.13

Bound to Burn by Felicia Lujan

So here is a moving image of my newest art piece. It is a highly symbolic colored pencil drawing. I was happy with the end result. When I showed it to my boss, she said I should contemplate becoming a part of Spanish Market here in Santa Fe, New Mexico. That would be as a contemporary artist of course. I’m thinking about it. Maybe it would be a good move for me? Let me know what you think about the piece and/or if you are deep, what you think it means? I would be curious?

~~~~~~~Felicia

For the Wild

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Birds sing after a storm;
why shouldn’t people feel
as free to delight in whatever
sunlight remains to them?
~~~~Rose Kennedy
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It has been snowing on and off all day. As I anticipated last night, the clouds did bring in a slight storm. Where is the spring? This morning I felt really bad for my beautiful feathered friends. It was very cold and there they were speaking sweetly and fluttering about in the bitter chill. I decided to make a trip to town so that I could pick up a bag of wild bird seed. The treat is sure to make my friends sing! At least I know that they appreciate me.

Unpredictable

•Friday Night Storm Clouds•
………………………………….by Felicia Lujan

What is it about the weather? It’s so unpredictable. Elements are cutting. Illusions of summer entertain a frigid antagonist. I shiver. I sink and wait for a reluctant warmth. What is it about the weather in New Mexico? Clouds go and come just to bring the rain. I shimmer. I float and wait for the winds of change. What is it about the weather? It is always unpredictable. Elements are piercing. The illusion of a ray of light is quickly swept away with storms.

by Felicia Lujan
3.8.2013

An Interesting Look at Interests

I finally got my “Voyager Category Cloud” or tag cloud up on this site. I must say that I am intrigued to see my interests weighted in print like this. Given my obsession with music, pop culture, and the gym, my metadata cloud is rather curious? It is kind of good to think that since I started this site in 2011, I have devoted most of my posts to the intricacies which pin down my mind. Of close to 700 posts, my cloud proves that many of them were filed under Edification, History, New Mexico, Symbols and Imagery, and/or Writers and Writing. What an interesting look at my interests~ and hopefully yours!

~Rebirth~

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Reconstruct
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Recover
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Set in motion
an overdue
rebirth of
epochal hunger.
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Push through
silky, shallow
walls embellished
by my dreams.
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Emerge
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Whole
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A taste of
fullness for
the wearisome.
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by Felicia Lujan
2.27.2013

Last night's Snow Moon ~Good Harbor

Reblogged from GoodMorningGloucester:

From The Farmer's Almanac:

February's full Moon is traditionally called the Full Snow Moon because usually the heaviest snows fall in February.

Hunting becomes very difficult, and so some Native American tribes called this the Hunger Moon.

Other Native American tribes called this Moon the "Shoulder to Shoulder Around the Fire Moon" (Wishram Native Americans), the "No Snow in the Trails Moon" (Zuni Native Americans), and the "Bone Moon" (Cherokee Native Americans).

Read more… 24 more words

Haunted

“Here in the dark~
haunted like a raven
in the midnight hour.”

~~~~~~Felicia Lujan

«—•Blowdart•—»

Poison blowdart used by the goblins to kill a unicorn in the dark fairy tale film~ Legend (1985)~ one of my all time favorites

Blowgun•————-»
Smooth and swift-
a simple weapon
used to fire tainted
darts straight into
my core.

Hunter•—————»
Momentum of
5,000 breaths-
pushing harder
so I feel the force
of iron lungs.

Blowpipe•————»
Propulsive power
with curare laced
tips- poison to
paralyze and
secure the fall.

Shooter•————-»
Capture wildlife-
a steady need to
tranquilize, stun,
and cage this
lovely beast.

Blowdart•————-»
Elusive target-
shrink and quiver
into the silent
softness of deadly
breaths.

by Felicia Lujan
2.20.2013

Inspired by Poison

~Cover of my new comic book~ Batman & Poison Ivy~ Her mind controlling pheromones don’t work on him.

Poison Ivy has been my favorite super villainess from DC Comics for a while now. Last weekend I couldn’t resist picking up this new comic book which features Batman (the super hero and Dark Knight) and Poison Ivy (the super villainess with a PhD). Batman may be immune to this toxic woman, but he still played some part in her story. I used a page of the comic book on my security badge for work. Of course it was just a picture of the queen of green~ no Batman.

As a writer, I can’t help but dig that the Poison Ivy character was inspired by a short story written by the great Nathaniel Hawthorne (1804-1864). I learned that last week. Hawthorne is a classic literary hero, but I had never read his short story **Rappaccini’s Daughter.** Tonight I discovered a copy of the story in the Electronic Text Center with the University of Virginia Library. Of course I read it and it is an awesome story! Wow… Just wow… I love Nathaniel and I love that this story inspired the creation of Poison Ivy. Now I see her as a good symbol for me.

Following are a few of the excerpts I found particularly powerful.
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“Soon there emerged from under a sculptured portal the figure of a young girl, arrayed with as much richness of taste as the most splendid of the flowers, beautiful as the day, and with a bloom so deep and vivid that one shade more would have been too much. She looked redundant with life, health, and energy; all of which attributes were bound down and compressed, as it were and girdled tensely, in their luxuriance, by her virgin zone.”
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“Night was already closing in; oppressive exhalations seemed to proceed from the plants and steal upward past the open window; and Giovanni, closing the lattice, went to his couch and dreamed of a rich flower and beautiful girl. Flower and maiden were different, and yet the same, and fraught with some strange peril in either shape.”
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“Approaching the shrub, she threw open her arms, as with a passionate ardor, and drew its branches into an intimate embrace — so intimate that her features were hidden in its leafy bosom and her glistening ringlets all intermingled with the flowers.”
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“For many days after this incident the young man avoided the window that looked into Dr. Rappaccini’s garden, as if something ugly and monstrous would have blasted his eyesight had he been betrayed into a glance. He felt conscious of having put himself, to a certain extent, within the influence of an unintelligible power by the communication which he had opened with Beatrice. The wisest course would have been, if his heart were in any real danger, to quit his lodgings and Padua itself at once; the next wiser, to have accustomed himself, as far as possible, to the familiar and daylight view of Beatrice — thus bringing her rigidly and systematically within the limits of ordinary experience. Least of all, while avoiding her sight, ought Giovanni to have remained so near this extraordinary being that the proximity and possibility even of intercourse should give a kind of substance and reality to the wild vagaries which his imagination ran riot continually in producing.”
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“He made a step towards the shrub with extended hand; but Beatrice darted forward, uttering a shriek that went through his heart like a dagger. She caught his hand and drew it back with the whole force of her slender figure. Giovanni felt her touch thrilling through his fibres. ‘Touch it not!’ exclaimed she, in a voice of agony. ‘Not for thy life! It is fatal!’
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“By all appreciable signs, they loved; they had looked love with eyes that conveyed the holy secret from the depths of one soul into the depths of the other, as if it were too sacred to be whispered by the way; they had even spoken love in those gushes of passion when their spirits darted forth in articulated breath like tongues of long-hidden flame; and yet there had been no seal of lips, no clasp of hands, nor any slightest caress such as love claims and hallows. He had never touched one of the gleaming ringlets of her hair; her garment — so marked was the physical barrier between them — had never been waved against him by a breeze.”
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“Farewell, Giovanni! Thy words of hatred are like lead within my heart; but they, too, will fall away as I ascend.”
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~On the Mend~

~~~On the Mend~~
2.14.2013
Digital composite by Felicia Lujan
This digital piece is composed of four layers.
The image includes: a photograph of my right hand;
a photograph of my right eye; red paint; and a human
heart which was rendered in the negative.