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. --Epitaph-- .
Tue, October 30, 2007 - 1:40 AM
It’s the most difficult thing I have ever chosen to draw
Trying to capture your spirit makes all the art I have created in the past feel like practice,
It doesn’t feel like I am practicing anymore..
None of it does....
It feels so much more real than I ever let it feel before,
I create this as my tribute to you, and as a vessel for your memory.
May it activate your spirit is the eyes that see it
So that you may live on,
In our minds and in our hearts.
I love you Tiffa.
you live and die a Legend.
May we honor all that you left us with...
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This poem had always reminded me of you when you were alive........ But now it’s so much more profound in your death....
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I fight with the lords of inertia and numbness,
As a dancer in long hours
Pressing inspiration through fatigue,
I am facing the death of a great woman,
Remembering her dance and cynical yet present and tender questing eyes I hear
"I build my walls with thunder
Stitch my clothes with lightning
So that the spirits will wear me
And live in me
For a moment's crack in eternity,
So they
Will hear the tears in my little life cloth,
So as to treasure the weave of my dear friends
And their magic as quilted with mine,
I have been dead for moments
And continue to live as all ancestors do,
Through you,
With you,
Waiting,
I fail to witness a thousand fall with every breath
And each deserves the rainstorm,
Each deserves the rainbow
And each bows to the source of gravity
Until they throw of the coil and soar",
-Paradox
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Tue, October 30, 2007 - 3:43 AM
bless the legends...
I never meet this goddess of inspiration, I did learn of her passing and pay homage to her the other evening thanking her for her gifts that keep on giving... thank you Andrew for being you and creating an image for people like me to remember this magical entity that I see in the dress and style of so many lucky freaky folks I love and respect... I love the culture, style and energy that she created... may the legend of Tiffa Novoa continued to be reflected for all in the culture we are creating and shine brighter now that she has transended into the forever...
as for you Mr. Living Legend, Andrew Jones... you are an inspiration in my life... thank you for the continued fuel that you spin out your many avenues of it... your art and way is a blessing to me and many... your piece you made for the Darfu awareness fundraiser show in LA, hit me as hard as the truth of the situation... you are it brother... keep being it... for we all know our time is now on this planet and it is all we got... love it, live it, be it... Birdman Tim |
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Tue, October 30, 2007 - 8:58 AM
Blessings Be~
Wow. . . ~ You have a great gift to create such a piece in the short time since Tiffa has passed, and your sentiment is expressed with impeccable divine eloquence. I continue to hear of one bright loved being after another departing us to cross over . . . Truly, there is a bridge of love which connects us to the other side, where all our departed loved ones will be assisting us in times to come. As such, I'm sure Tiffa will shine as a star for many . . . Blessings Be.
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Tue, October 30, 2007 - 11:54 AM
palpable
i can feel her looking at this image.
thanks andrew... |
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Tue, October 30, 2007 - 12:52 PM
Beautiful.
I'm so sad I never got to thank this woman for the inspiration she has had on my life. When I first saw her incredible art a few years back it inspired me to sew again, something I hadn't done in years. I can only imagine the countless other people her life inspired. I invision her in another dimension, dancing with a tribe of magickal warriors dressed in her finest. Blessings to you Tiffa.
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Tue, October 30, 2007 - 1:34 PM
with painful and joyous gratitude...thank you for your offering...i would very much like to see this in person as do many i am sure...will you please let us know if that is a possibility at some point?
love and openess, stazL |
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Tue, October 30, 2007 - 4:13 PM
wow. i feel this deeply. and you.
You know, it's interesting.
how death brings life wherever it goes. Every time someone passes in the family, people create masterpieces, write songs and sonnets and hold each other nearer and dearer than ever before - seemingly exponentially as we grow older and therfore closer to our own mortality. There is something to be said for honoring the dead and their ability to call us out of our bullshit problems and into the light of full creative *presence*. I thank you dear sweet man, artistshaman of my heart, for such phenomenal presence..the kind that it takes to make a piece like this. You do honor and service both to her and to us who are still enjoying the luxury of being in bodies....and most of all, to the fathomless space to which she returns. I didn't know Tiffa. We never shared more than a few glances across rooms and dance floors. She always seemed untouchable to me. But she was, in a way, the den mother of the brood I call mine. Her skulls and feathers and visible stitches like an open wound are what changed the way I dressed both my body and my altars. She took some of the fear out of embodying the shadow for me with her visions, as I watched with awe every year in the el circo dome what she had wrought. She peeled back the flesh on things and exposed the horns and fangs and talons underneath the seemingly pretty outsides. I learned alot about dark and light from her visions of otherworldly women. (and since I *am one* already, that was quite a precious gift.) Archetypes and heroines. Destruction through creation, creation through destruction, i guess. As you said, she left a legacy. I feel like she brought something into the world that was so profound that people won't really "get it" for years to come. Until that moment in the future comes...that she was working from. I hope that this piece finds it's way to the eyes and hearts of all of her beloveds, the ones who really knew and loved her. it has the potential to wrench the heart open to tears if you let it.... love you Andrew.thank you. |
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Wed, October 31, 2007 - 12:01 AM
Cerridwen, Goddess of Death and Rebirth
Cerridwen, Goddess of Death and Rebirth
I give you life I give you death it is all one You travel the spiral path the eternal path that is existence ever becoming ever growing ever changing Nothing dies that is not reborn nothing is born that does not die When you come to me I welcome you home then I take you into my womb my cauldron of transformation where you are stirred and sifted blended and boiled melted and mashed reconstituted then recycled You always come back to me you always go forth renewed Death and Rebirth are but points of transition along the Eternal Path The Mythology Cerridwen (pronounced ker'rid-when)is a Welsh triple Goddess, Maid, Mother, and Crone, whose totem animal is the great white sow. She is associated with the moon, inspiration, poetry, prophecy, shape-shifting, and life and death. Cerridwen had two boys. One was beautiful and the other was ugly. Beacuse she wanted the ugly one to have something of his own, she made him a magical brew. The brew took a year and a day to complete and would make him inspired and brilliant. She set Gwion, her assistant to watch the brew and bade him not to drink it. Accidentally, some drops of the brew splashed onto his hand and he put his hand in his mouth. Instantly he knew everything, including the fact that Cerridwen would seek his death. He ran away and she ran after him. After many shape-shiftings, he was swallowed by Cerridwen who gave birth to him nine months later. The Lessons of this Goddess Cerridwen's appearance in your life heralds a time of death and rebirth. Something is dying and needs to be let go of, so something new can be born. We know the earth's dance of death and rebirth as the seasons. Matter cannot be created or destroyed, but undergoes transformation. So do we. To live fully and in wholeness we need to accept life in all that it is, which includes death and rebirth. Let go of what does not serve you and your wholeness. Perhaps, you have reahed the end of a cycle, a realationship, a job, and you fear letting it go. Or feel that you are dying, when only a piece of you needs to give way to the new. Perhaps the idea that there is death and only death is too painful for you to accept. Living in a partiarchal culture has deprived most of us of the Goddess's way of death and rebirth. Wholeness is nurtured whe we say yes and do our dance with death and rebirth. The Goddess says you will always get back what you give to me. It will be changed, it will be transformed, but you will get it back. |
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Fri, November 30, 2007 - 1:22 PM
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very honerable...very beautiful, channeling the strength of her so completely.
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Mon, December 10, 2007 - 1:10 PM
jesus god that is so sad and beautiful.
i didn't know her. thank you andrew because now i feel in some way that i do. |
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Wed, May 28, 2008 - 12:49 PM
stirrr
watching the movement of this piece, shuddered by the wind swayed clothwalls of the LIB gallery,
we cried together... now i know why. thanks pal yes, bless |
