La mujer con Cuervos (Woman with Ravens)

Made some new art:

Los cuervos se sientan en su hombro
cuervos la guían
y con el sol detrás de ella
y el cielo arriba de ella
su cabeza en las nubes, 
ella sueña 
de encontrar amor real
amor de verdad
amor que habla 
de ser a ser
de alma a alma
un dia sera asi, 
Ella piense en un muchacho que a capturado la atención de ella
piensa: que va a ser de mi?
Los cuervos se sientan en su hombro
la ayudan 
la guian
la aman
con el sol sobre ella
las nubes detras
ya no hay nubes en su cabeza
ya no hay nubes en su rostro
en su ser
en su cabeza
ella esta illuminada
y si
ella puede 
ella lo puede hacer. 
<<<english version>>>
Ravens sit on her shoulders
ravens guide her
the sun behind her, the 
sky above and her
head in the clouds, she 
follows the silliest dream of finding love 
she follows the hope that perhaps one day
she will find
her true love and it will be grand
love that is real
love that speaks 
from being to being
spirit to spirit
She thinks of a boy that has captured her attention, she 
thinks of her future
ravens sit on her shoulders, they guide her 
help her
love her
with the 
sun above her
the clouds behind her
no more clouds in her head
no more cloudy sky, she
is illuminated
she is enlightened, and 
she can. 


So, I wanted to remind you about an online workshop I’m teaching. I’m accepting registration for it, and I’d love if you signed up.
It’s not art instruction, it’s about releasing the artist within you, releasing the you that is blocked, stored away, and put in a box.
In this workshop, you’ll learn my method for moving beyond the blocks that stop us from creating. You’ll learn to integrate writing into your every day life, and learn to write from your soul, from the depths of who you are within, and you’ll learn to create your art in your way.
Click here to read more, and to register!

Diana Gonzalez

Diana Gonzalez is a self taught artist, writer and poet, formerly known as The Craftaholic.

the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” 

-Jack Kerouac

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