Imagine a bridge that bring you into another dimension. Imagine the cave entrance that inside you can see a beautiful healing light, and through this light is possible cross the spiritual plane.
Yeah, this is the purple color, the metaphisical color you see in this painting.
The purple color rapresent the cosmic conscious, also rapresente the seventh chakra and established the divine connetion with the Supreme.
In Japan this color are associated to erotism and for the italian people the color is the death. Pope Innocenzo III makes a fusion with this color with the black color giving a signfication exclusive to the death celebration. people dont use or wear this colors toghether and usualy never wear purple.
In theater is several prohibited wear this color or the show will be a disaster!
The Christian belief believe this color can create distance between man and his right way but the popes and the priest wear it! this is the sign! this is the way, we need to wear, see and feel this spiritual color tha can show us the more than we really know.
Through purple light, the gods had have the power of metamorphosi, trasforming in another creature with a different aspect, and they did it thanks to the magic or the mistic ritual. This was the symbol of the almighty gods.
The Ishtar door, the eigth door of the Babylonia city (575 a.c.) was made in a blu-violet color, so this is the key! If you go to the another dimension or spiritual plane, the purple color can help you in many ways, dip to the shining warm purple color, fixed this healthy light and left your soul find the spiritual healing.
In this painting all the little childs they are magic creatures or doctors assistant and she lying on that bed wearing a purple dress is all ready to do her metaphisic experience.
The new moon was about to arrive and I had to start a new project for the series “The Surreal Headdresses”. I already had in mind what I wanted to do but coincidence or not, after a few days, I read the news that talks about the return of the blue bees, or the carpenter bees, so they are called in America, and although I did not even know of their existence, in my I designed the bees to be there because I would put the hive in the head of the woman. That day was precisely May 20th, World Bee Day, and then I understand that I am in time with nature, that I have received another message and that I am in perfect harmony! How beautiful my project was in balance with the cosmos!
Unfortunately something terrible and unacceptable has happened. The episode of George Floyd, killed by those policemen in an absurd and cowardly way. My harmony and balance have been disturbed and turned upside down as if the hive had been thrown to the ground without reason by someone who enjoyed doing it. I was unable to watch TV and yet it is not the first time that such a thing has happened.
I looked at my canvas, I thought not to put the hive anymore or that it would be appropriate to modify it. My painting had nothing to do with that episode but I felt that something had to be changed, I didn’t know well but in the end I decided to leave it as per the initial project.
So like a dull scream, a silent cry, it was as if my painting was turning to violence out of racism but that no one hears it; violence also against women whom no one punishes; the extinction of bees that no one is responsible for but still, to a moral disorder, to the chaos of justice, to the lack of peace and cosmic conscience, to the lack of respect for ethnic groups, for the African Continent where it all began! A face that does not speak but tries to look ahead in this society that lacks culture and abounds with amoral, superficial and consumerist instructions and appearances without any type of content.
Seen and considered that we are globalized (to be honest for many years, if I think about the discovery of America and trade, even earlier in the east, China as the richest country, where the rice and spices that were used to abound were abundant preserve food) because then we do not globalize cultures, religions, customs. We want to globalize only for economic purposes and, after all, nobody cares.
Fortunately, the African slaves who went to Brazil inserted their culture, their cuisine and their religion, which has always been accepted and many are proud to have African blood, to have black skin. The true Brazilian would be the Indian, all the others are mixed but still, despite its five hundred twenty-two years of different ethnicities among Portuguese, African, Dutch, German, Japanese, Italian, etc., racism and discrimination still go on today streets day and night, victimizing women, children and men, blacks / blacks / pretos / mulatos are part of the poorest population.
The blue bees are like people of African origin, if they really disappeared from the Earth as well as the common bees are disappearing, we will remain not only without honey and without food, without coffee, without a lot of herbs and fruit plants that are part of an extremely important ecosystem for everyone, but we will also remain without the history of the oldest people in the world, the cradle of civilization that cannot be interrupted. This also applies to the Indians of Brazil who are currently dying from the epidemic. What about Africa? We know very little. It is not so important …
I just want to know what clicks into a person’s head to hate a black-skinned human being so much, what kind of process and how it develops in the human mind to make him hate the other for his physical appearance and never for the his soul and his heart. Ah, yes, how stupid I am! Of course, such a hideous being cannot understand what the soul is, let alone feelings …
When I started this painting I didn’t know what I was going towards. It was still a time when I often got sick and tried every type of drug without ever being able to feel good. One day I read about a Chilean plant and started treating myself with that. In the meantime I went back to the woods, I collected, together with my daughter, leaves and flowers still completely unknown to me, and so we started our herbarium or catalog. In my notebook I write from the origins of each plant up to its use in Chinese medicine, while my daughter makes them dry and then writes the common name so as to return to the woods and recognize the plants.
In the following days I felt in complete harmony with life and nature. I was much more sure of myself, I had confidence in what I was doing and the hesitations were completely gone.
Those walks had a regenerating effect and days later I dreamed of two words: Healing and Healthy. I must specify my English is not bad but not perfect either. I knew more or less the meaning of these words but then trying to “fix” them, healing is for healing and healthy is for health. By now it was decided and I could no longer hesitate, the way was right, my treatments were working, I had to continue until my intuition would have told me: “okay for now, now you can stop”.
At that moment I was in a state of bliss but I still had to get rid of my “time wasters” or as I also called them, “the outburst that will make me sick”, yes because the excuse that the cigarette calmed me was nonsense nonsense, every Once I was maddened for some reason, I went outside and lit a cigarette. However, I was very aware that while I was aspirating I was projecting into the cigarette itself so what I was doing to my body was a double evil. I inhaled anger and not calm. In addition to that, I had already changed some foods by replacing them with products from my area. Finally, I went back to yoga. Obviously if you don’t like yoga you can always do any other activity, judo for example is fantastic and gives us security.
Slowly (and it took me though) I acquired the behavior and the practice. The respectful attitude towards nature and above all towards myself. This transformation came about through walks in the woods and my desire to heal because I couldn’t take it anymore. In the meantime, my canvas did not end, I was ill, the painting never finished.
I once planted a sunflower seed in a small pot. I was still in Brazil. My mother said to me: “well … I don’t know if it will grow in this jar”. I knew nothing about plants, I was young, I was twenty-two years old and I said to my mother: “you will see that it is born, and when the flower opens, something will happen”. Well, the seed has sprouted, grown and grown tall. On the day the flower opened, something happened, not beautiful but it happened … a person dear to me died, a person I loved very much and who taught me many things, he was like a teacher, in addition to being in the real life. This, despite the bad event, serves to make us understand that nature is speaking to us! Obviously I have never planted a sunflower again in my life but the truth is that you have to listen to it without doubting. If you doubt her, you doubt yourself.
The wisdom of Mother Earth is before our eyes and our disposition. When women made use of plants or herbs for healing, they were killed with the witch protocol and men stole every discovery, recipes, uses and all scriptures that women had made. By taking possession of this information, they have become the holders of that power that today are the great companies that make use of it, logically transformed and monopolized. Why should I buy an aloe vera based product for example, if I can find the plant and use it? Of course it takes knowledge and we must recover it!
This blessing makes me feel one with nature, with the earth, with the rain. I lost the fear of meeting animals in the woods and consequently also my daughter who cried desperately as soon as she saw a skinny and hungry spider in the floor of the house. Now he takes tadpoles with his tiny fingers, runs after the lizards and no longer screams for spiders. I managed to finish the canvas and learned to listen to the messages that nature wants to pass on to me.
Amadeus Voldben writes about spirituality and says: If you strive as far as you can, the universe ends for you. Whatever your need, the Universe has infinite reserves to offer us. Reading the book by another well-known writer here in Italy, Igor Sibaldi, I learned that we need to know how to ask. As he says, it is unacceptable to be begging an entity that wants to be despaired, hurt, distressed and anxious to get something, big or small, that is a miracle or less. This is not the proper behavior.
We must raise our spirits and calmly tune in to the Cosmos. I even asked for strange things just for fun, like once I wanted a porcelain leopard, I almost won! Again I needed a pair of sneakers, I ended up getting it! Others, I received the help I needed to get out of my pineapples. The problem is that pineapples are being replaced by cucumbers and so on, but I don’t give up and keep asking. Asking without being a beggar. Asking with faith and a certain irony, after all, head high and look sincere!
This is where my speech comes in. It is fair to be sad, to have a broken heart or to be some (and I say some, not my whole life) sitting watching the rest of the world without participating, just enjoying the sadness. So it’s not good, our invisible protectors are on our side ready to help us! This is the coolest part, knowing that we are REALLY not alone. On a daily basis we always hear people say: we are alone, I am alone, etc. Ok, it is by being alone, and I say completely alone, that you will find your Spiritual Protector. It is exactly at that moment, when you no longer see the light in the tunnel but you also have nowhere else to sink that you will begin to ‘see and feel that you have never been alone’.
Our habit of ignoring the presence of an entity only yours, ready to accompany you is something that we can no longer neglect. Many people in Brazil attend spiritual centers of various lines, different religions or philosophies, of African or Japanese origin, I know it because I was stuck everywhere and respecting, I knew a little of each one but in fact, my Invisibile Protector went with me and never left me. Perhaps he is an eclectic type and very open but certainly each one of us has been followed and accompanied by one or more of a spiritual entity. Knowing about this presence increases my faith. If it were not so, I would not be able to explain to my daughter why so much evil in the world, why some countries suffer eternally, wars, hunger, diseases, abandonment, etc. If I did not trust my Protector, I would certainly be mad and hospitalized in an ospicio, my sensitivity would never accept certain things that happen on the planet. Here we start to leave our collaboration, for the planet and for ourselves. Thanks to the entities we are not abandoned to ourselves. It would be terrible if it were so. Ask, ask for help with faith in your heart and a smile to your wonderful Invisible Protectors!
All the people we love and who later became almost unknown people (sometimes the change is drastic that seems to have a stranger on our side) or maybe they just left our lives, all these people came to teach us something, to add the that we had not yet understood, learned … about ourselves!
This is an external and broad vision, a conclusion realized after a long time but mainly after having known me deeply. If I were still a girl (and in love), I probably wouldn’t be able to look at love from that point of view. Age and experience count but if before going out there ‘with the two little hearts to the place of the pupils we are with our eyes wide open against themselves, love will not blind us but will reward us with a person at our level, capable of promoting a unique growth, that is, the two together.
Often, the lesson at the end of a love is painful. And do you know why? Because until we learn what we should learn, until a certain problem and its solution do not enter our vision, we will always continue to get involved with the same type of person, having the same type of relationship. It is like the friend who always gets involved with complicated, married, or problematic men. Obviously this person in the case our friend, has not yet understood the vicious circle that must be stopped. It must be stronger than the veil that covers your eyes. A repetitive relationship arrives to open her mind-body-soul, then she will find another person, perhaps more evolved (or with another type of problem, after all, nobody is perfect!) Sorry for the playful tone, but after some emotional disasters it is good to laugh at yourself.
And this is the beauty of love, sometimes it teaches us difficult lessons, sometimes it teaches us’ immense happiness. The important thing is to grow. It could be that it was necessary to let them hurt us, to lock us up at home because of jealousy, perhaps we limited our freedom because the other party could not be seen in public … a thousand situations that destroy us until the day that we decided to get up and fly away. Love yourself first and receive the due value. Love cannot diminish the human being, only add. Next time, we hope to find someone who can fly like us! With love, Odara
Light entities act according to our evolution on earth, depending on how much we have learned and how strong our trust is.
This form of help takes place after our renunciation of the ego, of the acceptance of what we are insufficient to ascend on our own because we have touched the limit of personality. The pain of loss is sometimes so deep and intense, so unbearable and poignant to the point of making us forget that we are still alive. The letter represents all kinds of losses, death, farewell, betrayal, deception. Sometimes we die even to reach those who left us, sometimes it is like living dead.
Today is resurrection, it is Easter, (Christianity) and symbolically it is the return of life in the body and although it is scientifically proven to be impossible, those who have lost, including me (more than three times in my life), we take this day to restore the life within us, resume the personality and now seen the bottom of the black and dark well, we just have to go up, be reborn. The ego is no longer there, even that is dead, by now we are without pride, without shame, without hope, we are truly abandoning ourselves. What better time to be reborn? What more precious moment to be free from pain?
Today is Easter of liberation, (Judaism) from slavery, time to remove the chains attached to the feet, those that did not make us walk, that held us still, motionless inside the pain, time to mentally free ourselves from unjust punishments, from undeserved pains , from those wounds that saw us. We will then look at them with pride because at your resurrection you will become stronger, you will be unharmed, you will have the power of a herd, you will feel higher than the Nepalese mountains. And you will be so full of color that no canvas can ever have them!
The resurrection is the example that after the loss, abandonment, betrayal or what has been, we can survive much pain, managing to be better and stronger than before. When you understand that you are at the bottom, that nothing is left of you, that last drop of energy inside you will make you lift your head and look up. And from above you will see the spheres of light, the angels, the protectors, you call them whatever you want, they are ready to give you a hand! You just have to believe it! And remember, those who hurt you just taught you to be stronger and more enlightened. When you are ready, you will be able to forgive and thank! With love, Odara. And good resurrection to all.
For the collection of surreal headdresses I put a chameleon on Frida’s head because she had the same faculty as this animal. That is, just as he changes color based on temperature, in front of a threat or to communicate, Frida did it in the same way. Through the colors he communicated his feelings, his pains, his tragedies. I don’t know how many people they would be able to endure so much, between operations, busts, medicines and months in bed without ever giving up. So Frida told us everything with her colors as only a chameleon can do it.
Born of a Mexican mother and a Hungarian father who loves literature, music and later a painter and photographer. We know that she was a nice, intelligent, active and very, but very religious woman, almost fanatically. Frida was born with spina bifida and as if it were not enough, at 6 she fell ill with polio deforming her foot and right leg. At school her classmates called her “pata de palo” or “wooden leg”, so she wore long Mexican skirts.
Frida was studying to become a doctor, at some point in her life, at the age of 25, she suffered a traffic accident while traveling on a bus, suffering from a fractured pelvis with perforation, which forced her to rest on the bed for a long time. Wear the torso for 9 months and plaster on the right foot. The actual diagnosis comes out after 1 year: fracture of the third and fourth lumbar vertebrae, three fractures of the pelvis, eleven fractures in the right foot, dislocation of the left elbow, deep wound in the abdomen, produced by an iron bar entered from the right hip and exit from sex, tearing the left lip. Acute peritonitis. He undergoes 32 surgeries.
Time spent in bed stimulates her to read about communism often and to paint. Until then, Frida had never thought of becoming an artist. The first thing he paints is his foot that he can glimpse under the sheets. To encourage her, her parents give her a four-poster bed with a mirror on the ceiling so that she can see herself to paint herself.
After a year and a few months, with her great courage and strong character, Frida who had changed her real name Frieda (which means peace) to Frida to contest Nazi politics, returns to walk despite the severe pain, bringing with her the scars.
A year later he joins a group of artists and intellectuals. Frida’s painting has its special, unique and profound language. The theme of the self-portrait is often recurring because of health, Frida paints the pain, paints herself because she spent a lot of time in solitude, but then paints the pre-Columbian, Mexican culture, popular faith, Christian saints, flora and fauna with often present monkeys and parrots. Through the group of students, Frida meets young people linked to Cuban communism by Julio Antonio Mella, exiled to Mexico, lover of Tina Modotti, photographer. Although Frida already knew Diego Rivera, it was Tina who had them found a second time. We all know of Frida’s relationship and marriage with Diego, the large man who often called him “elephant”, had already been married twice and despite knowing of his infidelity, he married him with a difference of almost 20 years. Diego was already known in the artistic world, Frida becomes an activist of the communist movement, then they move to America for Diego’s work. Frida becomes pregnant 3 times and 3 times she is forced to have an abortion due to the insufficiency of her body. So they decide to return to live in Mexico and separate. They live in different houses but connected by a bridge, so that each one can have his own artistic space. (Just as Marina Abramovic says: never fall in love with an artist if you are an artist “).
In 1939 they divorced. The reason? He cheats on her with his sister, but Frida was a strong woman who never gave up and wrongly repaid with the same coin or worse. Do you remember Tina? The photographer? Here, Frida has had many stories with both men and women, among them, Tina was one but also famous people such as Andrè Breton and the revolutionary Lev Trotsky.
In the 1940s Frida is famous and her works are in demand in almost all of Mexico’s collective exhibitions. In 1950 he underwent other operations and because of the pain he can no longer paint without chasing drugs. If once his paintings were painted well, not with lightness but with patience, now the brush strokes are softer and more imprecise. At her first exhibition in 1953, Frida participates lying down. It was Diego who brought his four-poster bed to the exhibition where Frida participates drinking and singing with the general public.
In August of the same year, the doctors decided to amputate her right leg to the knee. Frida died in 1954 in her Casa Azul in Coyoacàn, from pneumonia. Frida and Diego’s house has remained as such and today is its museum where thousands of people visit every year. It is a beautiful, colorful house, with a garden that still blooms with cactuses, its canopy bed, Diego’s study with his sculptures, Frida’s work tools such as brushes and colors, as well as his easel. A large, colorful and lively house just like her. Odara.
Justice, the sixth dimension, now more than ever we are talking about the new era, precisely that, where the key is in the hands of women.
My paintings are not made for the moment but are adapting to what we are experiencing now and more than anything else that I hope will happen. What is it about? Of justice done to women, or of a world where women make themselves respected. For this, however, we must remove the sentimental hammer from current hands and above all, women must establish borders, limits, for themselves, for their own safety and for their own growth. Demarcate land and spaces, not only those who frequent but spaces and parts of one’s body as well as one’s whole body. Set limits on who can enter your home, your space, your body because only in this way will patriarchy be weakened. How? Starting from the awareness of one’s being woman, consequently respect for oneself and the boundaries for everything else, for others. If you decide that no one can cross here, no one will be able to do it and if it will be breaking a rule. All very simple on these lines but not very functional in reality because in order to assert the rule, understood as a law, you have to transform that hammer that has been in the hands of others into matriarchal, otherwise we will continue to be ruined, we would never have justice from our part and we will not get our rights. So do I have the solution? No, I don’t have the solution, we have the solution together! What I hope and expect is therefore the awakening of the female being, I will not write or at least for now I will not describe the degradation in which we find ourselves because of a spiritual involution, we are in the right time, we are in the right time, we have the moon (which guides us to perform the right action at the precise moment), fire (the female creative energy that never dies), we have the memory and we know how to practice mysterious communication (elephants). The balance must be supported by women and the universe. Odara.
The zebra is one of my totem animals. I discovered in the zebra a great resemblance to women. Although they belong to the horse family, they are by no means less beautiful or less elegant. The concept of elegance does not exist, elegance lies in the ways of a person and the shorter and more squat zebra of his horse relative is an animal of great intelligence and ability. It can travel up to 56km in an hour, they are united and have the ability to confuse their predator and this fact is related to women in the same form for me, the sisterhood among women has the strength to protect the group from external dangers just like them, it is the only animal not to be domesticated. Man has tried but never succeeded, the zebra is not there, fortunately! It also looks like an animal of little courage but is capable of performing acts of extreme courage that nobody expects. Odara.
A little bird on the head. Life, death, rebirth. Motherhood, abortion, the end of one cycle, the beginning of another through life, eternity. The woman’s body and body is earth that bears fruit to feed people. It fertilizes the seed, nourishes it and makes it grow through its body, gives it life and then gives it back to the earth and if this was not ready to be born, nature itself, the earth or the body like mud will take care of saving the woman and to take the little creature back with it again. There is no need to fear since she is wise and knows that this is the right thing to do. The dead bird on the head represents intuitive wisdom that saves from the pain of loss and the non-acceptance of the event. The woman is earth and therefore it frightens, makes you tremble, frightens, is unpredictable like an earthquake, depending on its intensity it can cause damage, injuries and deaths, for this reason it is called mad by men, for its strength and capacity for its intensity female. It is the power of nature that governs life, death and rebirth, it is she who gave you life and must be respected.
In the event that it was not the woman’s own nature that provided the interruption of life in the womb, she and only she will be able to decide what to do with her body and the creature she carries within her. No other person intervenes in his decision, neither a religion, nor a table of men without a womb and without a vagina to decide for him! Not even politics made up of men “without uteri” is able to choose, indeed, they must give safe means and guaranteed support to women in order to decide exactly what is best for them, no one else. Odara.