 .....Why did I use a wooden figure in my prayer image for Memorial Day? Because it is the wooden coffin that brings back the dead, the final human house that contains its owner, the fallen unknown soldier of war!
...it encases a small part of that human body, or the unoccupied space in that coffin, it encases the prayer and remembrance that they are not forgotten and it encases a prayer of gratitude -s.wolk
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 One thing I learned in my 68 years of life is:
Be careful over choices... when given 2 there are always 3! ....Third one is to decline the offer of choice! ...A man that came up to me in a coffee shop and he asked me if I had to choose, which would I rather lose, SIGHT OR HEARING?? ...I thought for a while and said since I am an artist; I would sacrifice the hearing because I would need sight for painting. ...Later that year I got toxic poisoning and lost my sight and hearing for almost 2 years. I kept recalling that man ( who I never saw before or since) asking me about those choices which led me to ask my doctors: with the loss of sight, why did I lose my hearing??? ....Doctors answer: all connected through your sinus canal, one will affect the other so either one you choose, it may be that the other will be affected anyway! ...If I could roll back the hands of time, my answer would have been, sorry sir, I decline the choice, I would rather not lose either! -s.wolk 2016 ...Sometimes mental adjustments don't coincide with the physical adjustments...it seems that our minds and bodies fight each other and we, the flesh, are the all-encompassing audience. ...Hard to be what we don't want or choose to be, through accident or bad health. ...I sometimes feel like ripping out of the human prison, just to be the ME again.... but that's impossible. It's a crime that fond memories of youth and wellness become our whips of punishment and torture when we are older. ...But now, being older we have the gift of wisdom...so we can grab our shadows of youth and walk ourselves down a new path. We must create a different yet mature journey to take ourselves on. It may not be familiar, but it can still be a great adventure.-Sheila Wolk  "...a fairy handed me these flowers one night; She said it was bathed in moon rain and nourished by star beams ..it is a fairies "tear-catcher" -s.wolk 1999   Question: does anyone really want to speak the truth?
Or do we leave ourselves so vulnerable that we result in writing truth on paper and tucking it away so no one can see it? Do you really want truth revealed? Is truth so sacred that it must be hidden? Does our own Truth, destroy the self, when truth becomes too hard to bear? QUESTION: why can't we believe truth when it is gifted to us? .... And if we do accept truth at that every moment, should we settle on that, that is the only truth? .... Or will the next moment of the Earth's axis turn, turn even that truth around so another truth can take its place the next minute, or hour? QUESTION: How truthful is truth? I guess my ANSWER would be, truth is at that very moment of reflection as to what lead you to that conclusion, BUT, it can change if any event happens, even a blink of an eye...so this leads me to this... QUESTION: HOW MUCH FAITH DO YOU HAVE IN YOUR OWN TRUTH?? -s.wolk2015 ...I received one gift for Christmas...ONE. ...It was a box filled with hope, filled with a promise of another clean unused day. ...I received memories of what I went through this past year and received the opportunity to say “thank you” that I am still alive to live another day. ...I received prayers packed in my box, prayers from friends of healing and encouragement to keep going and survive. ...I unpacked love from my friends; I don’t know how it all fit in there! ...I received ‘reminders’ to fill the box in the new coming year with goodness and gratefulness and beauty. ...I will never put my gift away; I will use it every day….. ...This is the best gift I have ever received and I hope yours were just as good!©Sheila Wolk  I bought a little book decades ago and wrote this on the first page and presented it to my Mother on her Birthday. ...I asked her to occasionally write some words of wisdom in it and later when filled to give it back to me on one of my birthdays...WHY? ...so when she is gone (passed away), I could open it and see her writing to me and speak to me, and I would feel her around me.....and so she did. ...It was not totally filled when she passed away, but the pages she did write in (just for me) has been lasting me my lifetime while I am alive. She even glued in a few of her favorite photo's inside I have thousands of books here in my Library and love them all...but this little book is my fave _____________________________________________________________________________ “LEAVE ME SOME WORDS” Enter my page and leave me some words So my world will be easier to bare Engrave beauty and love on a page or two Or a mystic Novella ~ if you dare I will caress and protect Your thoughts in my land For I know they were born From your heart, through your hand Your dreams and your journeys Whether lived or pretend Are immortalized on my page By your pen-©Sheila Wolk  |
AuthorI was named Sport Artist of the Year in 1987. American Sport Art Museum and Archives (ASAMA) gave this auspicious award to my soft-edged pastel paintings of the hard action sports . Archives
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