AEDM – Day 26 – Pretty Maids All In A Row – Gratitude

Art Every Day Month – Day 26 – Pretty Maids All In A Row – Gratitude


I must have been rockin’ in 1997.  Much of my old art is dated then and the surrounding years.  I remember stories connected to each piece.

I am an Eagles fan, the band not the sports team, and a diehard Joe Walsh fan, still.  Excellent guitarist and I always thought he was just a little crazy in the most wonderful way.  He was just, you know, himself.  That, I thought was a magical trait to have, being yourself even if your behavior seemed controversial. I’ve seen them in concert several times, seen him perform separately with his own band, and I have his autograph.  I guess those are the types of things I did in 1997.  It appears that way based on my old portfolio.

That controversy thing, having conflicting opinions, expressing them publicly, transitioning from one level of growth to the other, whether smoothly or by creating a mess (and we are all very good at the mess part)…….what matters (I’m prompted to think back to old behaviors and I am so utterly grateful that I have grown in the direction I have), what really matters is that we grow from being lower human beings to an elevated state of higher consciousness and contribution.  I’m not talking about being a guru.  I’m talking about becoming someone who makes a difference and/or who makes it possible for someone else to make a difference (which of course means that you made a difference). Still with me on this?

And how do we do that?  In baby steps, in big steps, in sharing ideas, in being open to change, in learning non-judgment (not the same as discernment), in converting our rightful anger into action and, because I’m gearing up to post something “heavy” about the current events in the news – and that will be a first for this blog – in embracing controversy and disagreement and knowing how to get it to create changes for the betterment of all.

I drew the art below of Walsh’s “Pretty Maids All In A Row” – his least rockin’ song, actually – after really understanding it from the point of view of growth, not romance or melancholy.  It speaks of leaving old times (old patterns and ideas)……and for me, that means growing into the fullest self, embracing one’s own internal controversies, those controversies of the world, and opening to finding better ways to communicate and to love – maybe even change the world, again, because we need to keep changing it.  We need to elevate ourselves and others, and it can only be done one gesture, one step at a time……pretty maids all in a row….until we reach a point where we can exist together in a new world and way of being.

Controversy is a wonderful thing – if we embrace it, come to mutual understandings, and move forward to heal whatever the issues of our time are……then we rock… the healers we were meant to be. Controversy is the instrument by which we can create a new language that is understood by all…but we need to start now.  Here.  No delays.  Time is ticking.


pretty maids-001

Hi there,
How are ‘ya?
it’s been a long time
Seems like we’ve come a long way
My, but we learn so slow
and heroes, they come
and they go
and leave us behind as if
we’re supposed to know why
Why do we give up our hearts to the past?
and why must we grow up so fast?And all you wishing well fools with your fortunes
someone should send you a rose with love from a friend,
it’s nice to hear from you again
And the storybook comes to a close
Gone are the ribbons and bows
Things to remember places to go
Pretty Maids all in a Row
Oh, oh oh, oh……


Rumi returns soon


 until tomorrow…..


AEDM – Day 25 – Gratitude for Beauty

Art Every Day Month – Day 25 – Gratitude for Beauty

Continuing with the AEDM theme and my own of gratitude during this particular week as I dig through old random art of mine, I am reminded of how many new things I’ve tried (artistically) over the years.  Some have been serious endeavors. Many have been just for fun. I’m not always sure, however, which is which when I begin a project.  Things can get complicated, meander, lose you in the process. It is only after I’ve reached a certain point in their creation that I have even a slight clue and then I decide – is this something to follow?  I throw little art away because every idea that is born has a right to live and “become”.  But really, you never know until a certain point what’s going on. I digress….

I suppose what I’m grateful for today is being able to recognize simple beauty, not that I don’t love contrived plots and shiny objects, but there is a particular beauty in simple things, the things of every day, of human life.  Here are three that I love.  Most of you will be familiar with the first.

making bed

Le Chat…..13…..”my girl”….the sweetest of tiny souls

I am grateful to the powers-that-be that she has been in my life and graced me with her love.  We have traveled far and wide together. She was my husband’s best friend.  She loves whipped cream.

big rose one shadow

A huge piece of flower art of mine from circa 1990

Water color on card stock photographed on black (larger than a fat cat, my cat is petite)

I am grateful I paint/create/write to my own liking and follow my obsessions regardless of seriousness, fun or criticism – and, as all artists know, that isn’t always easy to do.  I no longer live in the box of conformity.  It has been a long and hard battle, but I seem to be on the winning side of that issue.

Love is the center


Original photo by me, digitally enhanced. 

How have I lived my life without eating them every day. I love them nearly as much as avocados.

I have rediscovered this wonderful fruit (I’ve been eating avocados regularly for decades).  Have you made Pomegranate Coconut Milk Ice Cream? Enough reason to buy an ice cream maker.

There is so much more to be grateful for but today, this is more than enough.


“Beauty awakens the soul to act.”

Dante Alighieri


Rumi returns soon


 until tomorrow…..


AEDM – Day 24 – One Week of Gratitude

Art Every Day Month – Day 24 – One Week of Gratitude

Thanksgiving week.  AEDM is nearing the end.  Seems like a good week to post gratitude and since we’re dealing with creativity, I’ll post gratitude all week regarding my own often questionable creativity.  And, since some of us are digging through old things….

1981 – Alexandria, Virginia

The Little Theater of Alexandria

(The oldest award-winning community theater in the Washington, DC area)

A Playbill for Butterflies are Free

My original artwork/design – my very first public/published “anything visual” (I’m not even going to clean it up for you so you will see how old the thing really is)

I’m thinking it wasn’t so shabby in 1981 – we did a poster, cards.  I learned lights, stage directions.  I had so much fun. Art is more sophisticated now, technology, skills…..but then, in 1981 I was 33 years old, had just come out of a law suit (all I can say is that I won) and needed a few hugs…..and then this…

butterflies are free shadow

I am grateful for the opportunity to be have been a part of such a prestigious and wonderful organization.  It is such a simple design, however, they were having difficulty finding artwork that was different, fresh and impactful.  I found them through a mutual source.  Wonderful experience (I did several shows with them afterward).  Wonderful people – mostly I remember the Board of Directors thanking me for being unafraid to present something different to them.  They stood up and clapped.  It was such a great memory.  And thank you to Mario……



Everyone can see how they have polished the mirror
of the self, which is done with the longings
we’re given.

Not everyone wants to be king!
There are different roles and many choices
within each.

Troubles come. One person packs up
and leaves. Another stays and deepens in a love
for being human.

In battle, one runs fearing
for his life. Another, just as scared, turns
and fights more fiercely.

{translated by Coleman Barks}



 until tomorrow…..


AEDM – Day 23 – Forty Two

Art Every Day Month – Day 23 – Forty Two

That’s the number of years ago I did this drawing.  I was deep into exploring my abilities with figurative art.  I am a lover of abstraction but wanted to try my hand at figures, flowing lines because I’m also in love with black and white, with light and shadow.  Raised near so many museums and art houses in and around New York City, I couldn’t help but absorb something of the art of the time.  But I struggled until later in life when I had more experience and less fear.

Here is the original drawing which became a simple line painting for someone who paid me for it, my first sale in art.  I was young and delighted that anyone even noticed my work since it was ordinary and basic.



I will probably redraw this in black ink, adding a few embellishments – I do so love black and white.

However, after a discussion today on Facebook about color, I realized that the color side of me needed another showing.  Here it is.  I’ll call it “Goddesses” since the discussion of late has been about women coming into their own power without apology or fear.  There is no fear here on this blog or any of the content and there never will be. Ever. You might not like what you see but you will know it is authentic.

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“There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.



 until tomorrow…..


AEDM – Day 22 – Firewalker

Art Every Day Month – Day 22 – Firewalker


The nameless crowds unenlightened

Clothed in indecision

Passive aggressive in their lock-down mode

Sunglasses gloves and jackets

Covering their Soul Spots

Points of entry where the Light might enter

Light that might save the Firewalker’s soul

Their silence should be testimony

Bearing witness like trees whose rings are made of gold

From inhaling the black soot of words

Spoken to flawless children

In fits of rage and belt riddled screams

Acts unbecoming humans (in theory) who

Burn the wood chipped remains of

Imaginary friends and fantasies – dreams

Written on walls and headless dolls’ hearts

In rooms where beds and chairs

Become kindling for ruined lives

Children dance through circles of flames

Ignited by self-righteous accusations

Crimes and betrayals of the Father

Their souls escaping through windows

Left open by the gods who foretold

That some souls travel in packs like dogs

Eating their young and infirm

The nameless inert crowd still silent

The Firewalker steps light-footed and swift across

Flames of doubt and dead trust

Staring ahead at the Place of Creation begging

Let me kneel at the feet of Love

Forgive me my sins

But I know not what I’ve done

© jacqualine-marie baxman 2014


“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.



 until tomorrow…..


AEDM – Day 21 – Quickie

Art Every Day Month – Day 21 – Quickie

That’s what today’s post is.  A  quickie. (Wipe that smile off your face….)

I’m working on a copper ring which will eventually be similar to one I’ve already made.

copper ring-001


Eventually, it should become something like this -

copper ring 5


I am also designing a sterling silver brooch, or perhaps it will be a pendant.  I’m not sure yet. I’ve cut it.  It’s sitting there staring at me -

copper ring 3

I was hoping an angel or other loving entity would visit while I’m sleeping tonight and pass their magic wand over my hammers -

copper ring 2

I’ll post results when I have them.  In the meantime, tomorrow is “Firewalker”, a poem about the opposite of what you might be thinking.


“Wear gratitude like a cloak and it will feed every corner of your life



 until tomorrow…..


AEDM – Day 20 – Commitments

Art Every Day Month – Day 20 – Commitments

Still deciding where to hang certain art in my new place, my new art room, and how much of the old I really want to see, I’m weeding out and looking in.  I came across a series (3) of collages I did in 2002 when my husband and I met again after years passed and decided to make another commitment.  We went to grade school together, then to junior high school and one year of high school until he changed schools.  I loved him the first time I saw him, even before I understood what that meant.  He did not feel the same about me, which is something we laughed about repeatedly after we married.  I was a “nice girl” when I was young and he was a bad-ass, a force to be reckoned with, a beautiful young man with a street attitude.  But I saw something in him, wondering through the years how his life turned out.

When we met again later in life and caught up on years of missed opportunity – story after funny and tragic story – I made a few collages to try to capture how I’d felt about him, about our youth in a highly charged era and the locale where we’d first met and shared growing pains.  Reminiscing with certain people is magical and life affirming.  Reminiscing with someone you love is a spiritual adventure.

This is only the second time I’m seeing these collages since he died in 2005.  This one includes a simple poem I’d written many years before about becoming a woman, making love in the grass, being a co-conspirator with nature and all the wonderful times of exploration when we were all still unsure of who we were going to be.

I’m adding these to a list of art projects I want to revisit and develop further given that I have new experience and knowledge.  These photos are of “Upstate, A Hill” which includes the poem I mentioned above and is written below.  The mixed media in each of the collages includes time pieces, peace signs, cross images (we were all Catholic children), scrabble pieces and references to New York and, uh……sex and love which have inspired art for a millenium.


Upstate A Hill one-001



Upstate A Hill Four-001


Upstate A Hill Two-001



Upstate a hill

Rolled like a woman waking

A wordless touch upon her waist

The small of her back

While onion red barns burned holes in daybreak

To blue sighs and purple screams

Above her

Close and steamy on her green

We waltzed to the rhythm of her soul


© Jacqualine-marie baxman 2014


“Looking at my life
I see that only Love
Has been my soul’s companion
From deep inside
My soul cries out:
Do not wait, surrender
For the sake of Love.



 until tomorrow…..



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