Memorial Day

Today is Memorial Day in the USA. The day we remember all the fallen veterans, who gave their life for some cause our country decided was worth dying for. Though I come from a long line of warriors—I also come from a long line of spiritual leaders. In my heart of hearts—and my deepest soul—I believe in PEACE. This does not mean I do not honor those that have given their lives, believing that they are making their countries and our world a safer place to live.

It’s been more than a month since my last blogpost–sometimes the adventures we have are not as fun–and those are important to share too. But, rather than update you on Adventures with Zeeva, today I want to give honor to those warriors we have lost.

I have lost family and dear friends in the line of fire, fighting for political causes, and I honor their sacrifices and their memories, as I honor all the lives lost to the wars that have been fought.

But today I would like especially to honor those warriors whose lives we have lost to suicide. No, they were not some kind of cowards or weaklings to take their lives. They were brave warriors who came home, believing they would at last have the rest and the peace they’d been fighting for and were then abandoned by the very country whose ideals they believed they were fighting for. By the very politicians and corporations who have benefitted from their sacrifices of leaving families, putting their own lives on hold.

They returned believing that they would receive the assistance and care they’d been promised; but they returned only to be handed bags of pharmaceuticals—most of which have black box warnings on them. You know—those warnings that say “if you feel like killing yourself or someone else, call your Dr immediately.”

22 Veterans a DAY Commit Suicide. The USA has now lost MORE veterans to suicide than soldiers lost in battle in both the Iraq & Afghanistan wars combined.
“We have never medicated our troops to the extent we are doing now…. I don’t believe the current increase in suicides & homicides in the military is a coincidence,” said Bart Billings, a former military psychologist who hosts an annual conference on combat stress.” LATimes April 9, 2012

The USA has now lost more soldiers to suicide since the beginning of our last two wars—in Iraq and Afghanistan—than soldiers lost in combat. This breaks my heart and makes me mad. I AM a peacenik through and through. I grew up going to funerals, burying older friends who had gone overseas to Viet Nam and came home in a box, some gave their lives for a cause they passionately believed in, and others for a war they had no choice but to go fight—the USA had a draft then.

We do not have a draft now. The soldiers who go to fight wars that have made some people very wealthy and devastated countries that do not yet know peace—despite the USA’s assertions of “mission accomplished”—have come home to a Veterans Administration that would rather obscure their incompetence than be brave, step up, and accept accountability.

Every soldier I have ever spoken to about war tells me war is HELL. From my father and his friends who fought in World War 2, to the soldiers who made it home from Viet Nam, to my friends who fought in the FIRST Gulf War,  came home and became ill—only to be accused of malingering (just like the Viet Nam vets exposed to Agent Orange were) until at last Gulf War Syndrome was recognized— yet not at all well-addressed–by the very powers that sent our soldiers to war with promises they’d be properly cared for upon their return, to the veterans I have met of the Iraq and Afghanistan wars: I honor your sacrifices. I honor our fallen. Even in light of my conviction that war is not the best way to peace or a safer world—I honor that you chose to be a warrior and I honor the lives that you gave.

And for those many young lives lost to suicide—because the ravages of war wounded your hearts, your minds, your spirits so very deeply that you could no longer bear to live among the living and chose, instead to join your fallen comrades in death,  I honor you, as well. And I will continue to speak out for the real healing and the real treatment that you needed and did not receive, and against using our wounded warriors for the continued profit of the Medical-Chemical-Industrial cartels.

Today Let us THANK Those we Lost with a Pledge

For those among the walking wounded, I will continue to speak out about the danger of antidepressants, and anti-anxiety drugs, and continue to write about the therapies and the treatments that can help heal your wounded bodies, hearts, minds, and spirits. And I hope that those of you still living in hell will find your way back, understanding that we can heal from many things, and live long, productive and happy lives, no matter what horrors we have lived through.

For the fallen and their families and loved ones who miss them: I honor your sacrifices. For those of you who are still living in hell, I thank you for the sacrifices you have made, and send you much love and gratitude. And my hope that when it gets so hard that you are considering taking your own life to ease the pain, that you reach out to the many who will love you, listen, and help you win this war with yourself. It may be the most important war to win of all.

ALREADY BEEN THRU HELL I WILL WIN

Adventures with Zeeva

Happy Equinox, Eclipse and New Moon! Today–the 20th of March is a very powerful day with lasting effects for many months to come. The New Moon at 5:36 AM EDT, 2:36 AM PDT and the Maximum Eclipse occurs at 2:45 AM PDT, 5:45 AM EDT… The Equinox happens at 3:45 PM PDT, 6:45 PM EDT…  a time of balancing our energies, releasing the old and planting new seeds. BTW–we will not experience a Solar Eclipse and Equinox together again until 2034!

Welcome to Adventures with Zeeva. What makes my adventures so remarkable? For one—I am adventuring in a beautiful paradise that holds so many amazing things to discover and share. For another—I am a brain injury victor. I do intend to remain a victor and order to remain victorious—there are conditions I require. Besides clean air, clean water, organic —chemical free— food, appropriate activity, appropriate rest, and sunshine—don’t forget the sunshine (wait a minute—isn’t that what Hippocrates said we ALL need?) is the ability to be in an environment that my brain and nervous system can take in without becoming overloaded. Truth to tell, we all require that to be well, it’s just that those of us who have been challenged with brain injuries tend to require it a lot more.

I’ve been an artist, a dancer, a seeker and an adventurer all my life—this led me to become an expert in Peak Performance, which included becoming expert in Natural Holistic Wellness. What I learned to better serve my clients ended up saving my own life. I AM a storyteller and I tell that story—and how everyone can learn to practice Wellness as an Art in my book Zeeva the Art of Wellness. It’s on Amazon right now and getting 5-Star reviews! You can get it by clicking the link to the right!

One of the Principles of Wellness I teach is Ecology. Being Ecological with your SELF is crucial. I have decades of Peak Performance consulting behind me, years helping a very diverse pool of clients develop as many diverse personal styles of Auto-Ecology that fit their systems. When my own systems were acutely compromised by Acute Chemical Exposure that all Dr’s said I’d never come back well from, I had to become as acutely aware of my own personal requirements to be Well —as acutely as my systems were compromised.

If I am feeling very clear and strong, I can attend crowd events as long as I have a serious quiet retreat from them nearby. That way I can pace myself & shut out the input when I need to. Otherwise—my brain begins to suck all the oxygen out of other parts of my body that need that oxygen. This results is an unhappy state of un-Wellness, manifesting as ‘Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, or CFS, a serious illness with a terrible name… Throughout the rest of the world, CFS is more accurately named Myalgic Encephalomyelitis, or ME.’  In my case—I not only feel extreme exhaustion (among other annoying symptoms) but my entire nervous system responds with pain… imagine having the worst toothache you ever had—all over your body—sometimes for weeks or even months. It can be exhausting and debilitating. It’s certainly not conducive to a life of adventure! So really—it behooves me to stay as Well as I possibly can.

If you want to learn a little bit about ME aka in the USA as Chronic Fatigue Syndrome—you can watch this video: http://youtu.be/Riybtt6SChU It’s Stanford University’s Dr. Jose Montoya with a 1 hr 13 minute presentation that might shock you. Or check out chronicfatigue.stanford.edu to learn a little more about something Stanford says is ‘misunderstood and misperceived’—despite the fact that ‘millions of people’s health has been compromised by this disease.’ The Stanford gurus say: ‘what we tell you today may not be true tomorrow–but hopefully it’s better than what we could tell you yesterday.’ They point out that ‘the most under-recognized symptom is the cognitive impairment’ but it extends to sleep problems, pains in joints and muscles, fatigue and brain fog, and many patients give neurological symptoms that are hard to put into any category. Many are diagnosed with (and treated for) depression—but it’s important to know: ‘it’s not that depression causes CFS syndrome–the fatigue is not alleviated by resting–they have lost their lives & they want them back.’ That statement is truer than true!

I lost a lot of life while fighting my way back from Acute Toxic Chemical Exposure and all of the environmental illnesses and disabilities—including 5+ years of BLINDNESS that caused. NOW—I AM taking my life back. And I invite you to join me as I share my Adventures with you. I invite you to join me virtually—in Ecuador—where I have found clean air, clean water, organic —chemical & GMO-free— food, what the people here call La Vida Pura (the Pure Life) and there’s plenty of sunshine & appropriate activities for exercise

I’ve been many places in the last month and have so MUCH to share! I am staying with friends and only have internet cafes every few days. In the next two weeks, I will have full-time internet and then will be blogging regularly! Be sure to sign up for updates (on the upper right of this page) so you know when I have something new and FUN up! Meanwhile–I posted the TEXT of this in my January blog… but was unable to get it recorded til last month and only posted NOW!

Please be sure to comment and let me know what you’d like to know about first: organic farming in Ecuador?

Quinoa Farmer

 

Horse jumping and beautiful equine therapy for disabled kids done by the  POLICE here in Cuenca, Ecuador?

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Or maybe you’d like to hear about the GODDESS who greeted me the very first day I returned?

La Diossa y Zeeva

Do you want to know about the ritual dances I took part in on a ceremonial grounds that is thousands of years old?

This IS an interactive work in progress… So you tell ME what you want to hear about FIRST!

Meanwhile… here’s the audio version of my first blog of the year!

https://soundcloud.com/zeeva-international/what-if-what-if-you-could-change-the-worst-day-of-your-life-into-the-best-day-of-your-life

Please DO tell me if you’d like more audio blogs!  I’ll do my best to satisfy!

Until next time, BE HAPPY, BE WELL, BE LOVE, BE LIGHT…

LOVE Zeeva

Making it HAPPEN! Stay in TOUCH with Zeeva!

My dear Friends: at LAST I will be traveling back to Ecuador soon! You may have noticed there’s a new ‘Subscribe for Updates’ box to the right of this Blog and each Page of my site! Please Subscribe for Updates so you know when I have new posts, new content, new video’s and audio’s! This site really IS a work in progress as at last I AM TAKING BACK a LIFE that’s been SO interrupted by disaster, disability, tending the last years and death of my remaining parent, the loss of my home (like so many USAmericans have experienced since the crash of 2008) and becoming re-exposed to neurotoxins–this time in a manner more like MOST people are experiencing Toxic Chemical Exposure in the USA today. Thank goodness I knew HOW to Get Well Again–AGAIN!

I’m very excited to share with you–that even though I AM–as usual–a Do-It-Yourself project and have only been able to publicize and promote my book via social media–the word is getting out and I AM getting 5-STAR REVIEWS! Please get the book–and share the link! I wrote it to answer the many questions people send me all the time so I don’t have to keep talking about my past and the worst part of my life to answer the many questions on HOW I got Well so that other people can too for the rest of my life! I’d much rather share what I AM making the BEST part of my life–my NOW with you!

And my NOW is about to get pretty exciting and FUN!

JOY

You know–I choose to be happy every day–just the fact that I wake up and can SEE is reason enough to be happy! Yet coming back from 5+ years of blindness and illness–only to jump into the last years of my mother’s life, traveling to take her through chemo after chemo was not fun. Having the ‘it’s- a-done-deal-you-qualify’ re-fi (that was going to pay for re-habbing the home I’d bought to move my mother cross-country to so I didn’t have to fly 3,000 miles to tend her) fall through 2 weeks before I was due to get the money to HIRE people to do it was not fun either. Cashing in everything I had to pay for materials and doing hard labor on a big house myself was not so much fun and then LOSING the house despite all my work and efforts to keep it–and getting cheated (at the last minute) out of the re-location money I was told I qualified for–for ‘not returning a required form’ because the same bank that was running the show neglected to provide me with that form was not fun. And moving into an apartment I did not know was infested with toxic black mold and getting sick was REALLY not fun.

Don’t get me wrong–I’m not out of the woods yet! But I’m at a point of my life where I’ve caught up enough and found ways to LIVE where the FUN’S about to get real!  It will be quite a while before I even see ANY money from book sales. And though I am building this site so I can start earning money online doing what I’m good at doing, that will take a little bit of time too. Yet I’ve found a business that I believe is a wonderful opportunity and I can start from scratch and I’ll be sharing THAT with you too!

Join me as I rebuild my Life Interrupted! Until I find a real home where I can set up an art studio–my creative life will be here ON-LINE–taking pictures and making audio’s and video’s  to share with you WHAT an artist who was BLIND for more than 5 years SEES in our beautiful world! And I’ll share what I do and how I STAY Well by practicing what I preach–by LIVING Zeeva’s ART of Wellness–Body-Mind-and-SPIRIT!

NOW–I’m off to set-up my Soundcloud so I’ll be able to post audio’s where instead of writing–I can TALK to you! But I’ll leave you with something I do every day to keep my Spirit in balance! This is one of my favorite mantras! Til next time–and remember PLEASE–follow me on Facebook (links to the right) share me with your friends, and SUBSCRIBE for UPDATES! And PLEASE make a comment or two so I know you’ve been here and tell me the kind of things you’d like for me to SHARE in the future! Because I’m CREATING the Future NOW! I AM so very grateful for all your support, I wish you ALL so WELL and I’m sending each and every one of you so much LOVE and Light!  Onwards and Upwards! To LIFE! Love ~~  Zeeva

Lakshmi – Om Shreem Maha-Lakshmi-yei Namaha 108 recitations
Music by Deva Premal from Mantras for Precarious Times
http://youtu.be/JB51bX4Y2_Q

You CAN Make the BEST of the Worst!

What If… What if you could change the WORST day of your life into the BEST day of your life? 

You CAN….  I AM…. right now… & I invite you to join me… right here on Zeeva.net—my work in progress… where we explore  the ART of Wellness and the ART of LIVING LIFE WELL

We all have anniversaries—today’s one of mine— some anniversaries are good and we CELEBRATE them

some are anniversaries of a bad thing… we take time to remember… but… you know…

they say every day is a new day… and today is NO different… today is  a NEW day

and today—we CAN make today BE…. whatever we WANT it to BE….

Every day we have the opportunity to CHOOSE what we make of the day—and today I CHOOSE to make the day that marks the beginning of the WORST time of my life

into a beginning of what I now make the BEST time of my life…

and I  want you to come along…   I’ll share what I do… we’ll have some fun… and I hope you can learn something GOOD…

and maybe~~ just maybe~~ you’ll be inspired to create the BEST time in YOUR life too….

Do you remember the worst thing that ever happened to you? What was it?

and have you gotten over it yet?

let go… I know you can……

We hold on to so many things… sure, some things  we want to hold on to…

some are just better let go of… no matter how hard or bad they were…. because those things

can hold us back…

For me… today’s the anniversary of a day when the WORST thing that

could ever happen to me happened…  and the hardest years of my life began….

I was blind

I was brain damaged

I was so sick  from toxic illnesses and all the Dr’s said that I’d never come back again…

It took me years—but I did!

I wrote about it in Zeeva the Art of Wellness where I explain what happened to me and  how I knew what I knew and how you can learn how to practice the Art of Wellness too!

yes I’m a miracle—I brought back my own wellness—naturally—without drugs without surgery.

I used natural means~~ some were modern and cutting edge and some were ancient—to get those go read my book

and come visit my Facebook page Zeeva the Art of Wellness (the links to the right) I share that information there.

But what really gives my life great value and great purpose is Art—all of the Arts…

and travelling and SEEING the beauty of the world and feeling well… so now—

that’s what I’m taking back—and I’m going to share that experience with you..

What happens after the miracle?

Of course life goes on…

the crash—you lose a house—you get sick again—you have to get better again…

all those things happened to me and more

but today is the day I am taking my life back and sharing it with you online

Life is a work in progress…

It’s taken me many years—I still have demons that I fight… maybe if I share the battles I fight with you it will help you fight yours.

I invite you to join me as I rebuild a life interrupted and recreate my life—LIVING as an ART…

as I travel… as I create… as I explore… and as I find new ways to bring more Wellness & more JOY into my life  join me—at zeeva.net  for the ART of WELLNESS and the ART of LIVING LIFE WELL.

Bowl of Gratitude

 

 

#ThrowbackThursday: When Zeeva was Blind

Once upon a time… I Was Blind. THEY said I’d be blind for the rest of my life. Being blind is a scary and crazy experience for anyone–but I’m an ARTIST. I could no longer see–but I couldn’t possibly give up the rich world of ART. 

The Getty Center had a VISION: to create a program to give real ACCESS to their amazing collection so that blind and sight-impaired visitors could come with their families and friends to reap the many benefits of ART. They called for for a committee of blind and sight-impaired people who loved art to help them create that ACCESS. We came. Six months later–the Getty had a wonderful audio tour and incredible replicas of details from great works of Art that could be appreciated through the sense of TOUCH. 

I was so impressed with their vision and the access they’d created, I challenged them to go one step further: were they ready for a Blind Artist as a Docent?

They had the vision to take me on. THAT saved my life… I could now be surrounded by the world’s great works of Art that I could see in my mind’s eye and through the eyes of the visitors that I challenged to see what I could no longer see… 

One day, I received a call from the director of the docent program at the Getty. They’d received a communique that delighted them, showing them that their docent program–and their blind docent–were succeeding as they’d envisioned. I’d inspired one of their visitors to take what she’d experienced at the Getty, think about it, and consider a whole new perspective on art and the experience of art than she’d had before. And, to share it with others upon her return home…

By empowering a blind artist to keep experiencing art that she could no longer see, the Getty Center continued to empower my coming back to a meaningful life. They asked my permission to provide my e-mail to Karin Eaton, and Karin asked me to write this article to publish in Surface and Symbol, so providing me with a whole new challenge for my injured brain…

Perspectives On Vision from a Sight-Impaired Artist:                                     By NZ  Zazhinne, Originally Published March 2001 in Surface and Symbol, the Arts Journal of the Scarborough Arts Council, Toronto, Canada   volume 13 no.2

Preface by Karin Eaton, Executive Director, Scarborough Arts Council:

“All art starts as an idea; you don’t have to be able to see it to appreciate it.” These were the words I overheard at the Getty Center in Los Angeles that set off a series of events resulting in the inspiring article by Z. The words startled me. I had already spent several hours touring, exploring, gasping with amazement and wonder at the Getty Center; its art, its architecture, its environment. Such a provocative statement could not be ignored. I turned to look at the speaker. She was obviously a docent doing one of the many architectural tours of the Getty. But no ordinary docent, Z, as I have come to know her, had the dark glasses and white cane of the blind. Even now as I think back at the moment, tears come to my eyes. I was so moved by the significance of her words and the obvious ‘vision’ of her own actions, that I was unable to speak. I repeated her words in my mind and wrote them down so I wouldn’t forget.

When I returned to Toronto, the incident had an unreal quality that continued to haunt me. I had to contact this person. I had to share with her the fact that I had quoted her in presentations and conversations. Through the miracles of technology it turned out to be quite easy to track her down through the Getty Center website. And so, an email relationship was born.

Z makes me remember why I slog away as an administrator helping artists have a place to be. Z makes me realize that the colour of every day is different and that they’re all wonderful even the grey ones. I knew that Z’s vision should be shared. Read her story for yourself. Be inspired. —Karin Eaton

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My name is Z and I am blind. I was not born blind. It has been about three years. I am fortunate enough to have seen many of the great wonders of the world, to visit great and small temples of art and culture on four continents.

In early 1998, a freak environmental accident left me with extensive neurological damage that resulted in blindness and multiple disabilities. No matter how much one changes in life, I do not think we can change the core of who we are.

I am blessed: I am a highly spiritual person and a creative spirit. When I became brain-damaged and blind, Spirit, Creativity and Art saved my life.

“Once upon a time, there was a little girl who loved the art of magic and ritual, and the magic and ritual of art…”                                                            Born and raised in New York, I am the daughter of immigrants. I first learned the language of my grandmothers, and then had to learn the language of my country. I began to learn the global languages of art, dance, and music.

My first taste of multi-media was in the Byzantine churches of New York City: all carved and gilded wood, vividly painted and gilded icons, glowing in the light of candles, scented with frankincense and myrrh, ritual filled with chanting and the rich choral traditions of the Eastern Orthodox church. My first taste of magic and transformation came from the marvelous folk tales of my people. From my youngest childhood, life was a magical, multi-sensory experience.

Early in my career as an artist, I was my own medium. A child in love with ballet, I began to train my body in that rigorous discipline. I grew, adding other dance forms and I loved the immediacy of expression that came along with a trained body. I think it is the discipline that I learned in the dance studio, honed by some of the finest dancers in the world, that has allowed me to cope with disability and the long road back to rehabilitation.

I am very fortunate to have a brilliant mother who loves art, and our mother/daughter time, on stolen lunch hours was best spent at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. We would mount those steps and she would ask: “Where do you want to go today?”

I would wander the halls of the UN Secretariat building while she worked. There is some astounding art there–each member nation sends its best. I would visit works that sent my imagination soaring: everything from huge antique tapestries or mosaics from Iran or Iraq, incredible elongated statues carved from African woods, paintings from around the world, and one of my special favorites, a stained glass window by Marc Chagall.

That early exposure to inspiring art and inspiring visionary people from around the world gave me a global consciousness and love of diversity.

I became interested in world music, world culture, world religions and mythologies. Always fascinated with the magic of perception, I cut my adolescent teeth on Huxley’s writings. The concept of liquid theatre really grabbed me. I wanted to feel everything, experience everything. I would play at what would it be like if I were… a tree? A cloud? A Roman statue? How did it feel different in pose than a Greek statue? What did an Egyptian pose evoke? What about a Rodin? Or a rearing beast, or a Matisse?  As a young dancer, I would forget other visitors at the Met, and stand in front of a statue or painting and take a pose.  What movement came before the pose was frozen? What movement did it flow into? Who WAS that person, what did they feel like? Who was the artist, why the choice of a moment to capture forever? What would it be like to see or feel as they did?

The concept of synaesthsia has always fascinated me. Most everyone can say what the “blues” sound like. But what does red SOUND like? How does yellow TASTE? And if silver had a scent, what would it be?

Oddly, before I became blind, I had some “experiences” at it. As a young child, I learned my choreography on a stage that was marked. My mentor (an old and famous Diaghalev dancer) blindfolded me and told me to do it again! I protested. She explained that when performing, I would not be able to look at the marks, or see the audience, or other dancers–I would have to know where I was by my ‘other’ senses. That rocked my world!

As a student at an experiential college, I explored what it might be like to be in a culture so foreign that we would be as blind or mute: we spent a couple of days in pairs, one blinded-folded, both unable to speak. Terrifying at first, but once you went with it for a few hours, profound and deep.

Later still, I went through a bout with a strange disease which put varying pressures on my optic nerves, putting me though a year of sight changes that were highly disturbing. Sometimes I could see perfectly, though there were times that things looked very distorted. After a year or so of changes, I was left with a stabilized tunnel vision, and a loss of some color differentiation: I could no longer see those fine gradations of the millions of colors I once saw. I thought THAT was bad!

I had lost my pastels, and could no longer always tell the difference between scarlet and crimson. I suffered eye fatigue after six (or so) hours of intense work that would take my ability to differentiate between related colors, blur detail.

I adapted by using only a few different colors of paint at a time, and placing them in their proper places, by scheduling my activities for the “good” sight hours of the day, by using the eyes of artist friends. I went to see things early in the day. If I had to really see later, I would have to rest my eyes completely– for hours before.

I saw several specialists, hoping for the return of what sight had become impaired. One was the guru on this syndrome. Dr Guru and the others concurred: I had stabilized for some time now, they said. “What you see is what you get. Won’t get any better, won’t get any worse. Adapt.”  They told me it wasn’t so bad, and as the woman in the next room was getting ready to have her second eye removed, I understood. I adapted. I kept making art.

In early ’98, an accident changed my life. I was ill. I saw doctors. They said I was now blind. I thought that would clear up in a few months. Instead, my sight and health roller-coastered. I began to fall while dancing or walking. I could not make the two sides of my body cooperate. It got worse. I was in constant excruciating pain.  Over the course of the next year, sight became a colorless fog of shadow-y amorphous forms and movements–if I was close enough. I became anoxic, and more disabled. I experienced all the things we human beings go through when disaster hits. Anger, terror, self-pity…the gamut.

I am blessed to be surrounded by some of the most wonderful people in the world and I am grateful for the friends who help and encourage me.  A few years later, I have gathered a rehabilitation team of awesome cheerleaders who help me find ways to heal, and cope and fight the damage, rebuild my injured brain. I refused to accept that making and experiencing art was lost to me. I still make art, though now I sculpt, and carry color charts in my purse so others can correctly provide or describe a color to me. I learn adaptive technology (talking computers) to allow me to return as fully as I can to life, to work.  I visit galleries with many people, visit artists and ask them to talk to me about their work while I feel it with my hands. Unless paintings are a completely flat wash, one can feel direction and texture and intensity of brush stroke. How each artist describes their work is fascinating. Some start with the visual gestalt. Some with the idea that inspired it or the feeling they want to convey. Some focus on a favorite detail or the process.

I want to know colors: what KIND of green is it? Very few blind people have been blind from birth–so most have some sort of color perspective. To hear something described as a “nice” color is like describing a chord as a “pleasant” one. Is it major? Minor? Does it have a flatted 5th? Don’t know the names of colors? Tell me: is it army green? Kiwi green? Green like spring grass or summer? Evergreen? Swampy green? Insect green?

I am always asking people to share.  I have a friend whose description of the sky can make my spirit soar. How would YOU describe the Sistine Chapel, given 5 minutes? Picasso’s Weeping Women?  What would YOU choose to share? All art comes from inspiration that hits in the form of an IDEA. An artist communicates that idea for viewers to be touched and to share. Sighted or not–everyone can understand and share an idea. I met a blind poet who had been a painter in his pre-blind life. He said it made him so mad that he couldn’t see that he shunned his artist friends and became instead a wordsmith. A feted and honored one. But I could not believe that he would give up what I hungered for…

I believe in magic and transformation.

A young girl, I saw a protest march in Central Park. Someone had painted a sign that said “Accept No Imitations.” 

Someone else took the paintbrush, still wet, and added an “L” and it became: “Accept No Limitations.” My credo for life.

By NZ  Zazhinne March 2001

from the upcoming book “Stories: in the Key of Z”   by Zeeva International aka Zeeva Natasha Zazhinne  (NZ Zazhinne)

Zeeva International aka Zeeva Natasha Zazhinne  and (as NZ Zazhinne) is the author of ‘Zeeva the Art of Wellness: The True Story of How Z Got Well Again and You Can Too!’  available now on Amazon here: http://goo.gl/GmeoVX

 

the Art of Wellness & Living Life Well… an Interactive Work-in-Progress