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One of the things I love about living in Hawaii is that I am surrounded by culture. Recently my cousin Nalei, aka Kumu Napaepae-Kunewa, took me to see a koa wa'a (koa canoe), the Mau Loa at Kahalu'u in Kona. It was an inspiring experience. There, I met Master Carver and Wayfinder (a sea navigator who finds his path through the ocean using nature as his guide without the use of modern instruments) Tava, who is repairing and finishing Mau Loa for her ocean voyage. He was also working on carving several Tikis destined for heiau's. Tava is a quiet, talented and humble man.
The Polynesian Settlement Pattern shown above is one of several pieces I made for Cousin Nalei's banner for her Ho'ike, which will be held this Friday, May 17. The theme is "No Na Mamo," "We are the Children." The map is made on handmade paper, and the canoe is made out of a sheet of koa and handmade paper.
Two more pieces for the banner, Hawaiian birds painted with acrylics on handmade paper:
The bright golden-yellow feathers of the Mamo were the most
prized for the featherwork for capes for the Hawaiian royalty.
The 'Elepaiao was important in selecting the best koa tree for making a canoe.
million perished, in an attempt to wipe out a people and their language
forever. May she be the poster child that breathes life back into
them... and beckon us to listen to their stories and dreams.~Debbie Herman
Unfortunately, many world cultures have experienced similar tragedies
and can relate to so much sadness and loss. Debbie and the IAYC have
given me the opportunity to share my painting as "The Face of Life."
This privilege perfectly fits my mission to "heal the world one
painting, one word at a time." Thank you, Debbie and the IAYC for this
I am grateful to be a sponsor of the 2013 IAYC International Yiddish Conference.
As a young girl, during a period of time before Hawaii's annexation to
the United States, my mother and her classmates were severely punished
for speaking the Hawaiian language in school. Because of this, the
Hawaiian language in its pure form was lost. Today, the Hawaiian
culture is undergoing a renaissance and the Hawaiian language is taught
When I married my Sweetheart and moved away from my "home," Hawaii, to
his home on the mainland, I didn't realize that I was also leaving
behind my beloved Hawaiian culture, its music, dance, lifestyle, love of
the land and language. Holding on to my Hawaiian culture was important
because it is a part of me, a part of my history, where I came from, my
ancestry. When my daughters were born, I began teaching them their
Hawaiian culture at a young age. I shared everything I knew with them,
especially music and dance. They enjoyed learning too. We became a
performing family and shared our culture through music, song and dance
with our audiences for eighteen years. Understanding one's history is
We intend to open the portal of Yiddish life and usher you in. ~2013 IAYC International Yiddish Conference
The IAYC is an organization that helps their members understand their Yiddish history, culture and language. Their 15th International Yiddish Conference
will be held during April 26-29 in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. They have
a line-up of excellent presenters, speakers, activities, workshops and
This is what they offer:
Discover Yiddish Culture, as you embark on a journey of a thousand
years and fall in love, along the way. Experience a multi-sensory
explosion of Yiddish Culture.
The Central Database of Shoah Victims’ Names is a unique international
undertaking led by Yad Vashem. It is the endeavor to recover the names
and reconstruct the life stories of each individual Jew murdered in the
Shoah. It is our moral duty to respect their last behest and remember
To date, the Central Database has collected 4 million names with 2 million names yet to be recovered.
Let us breathe life back into the millions who perished.
Let us listen to their stories and dreams.~Debbie Herman
Thank you, Debbie, IAYC, 2013 IAYC International Yiddish Conference, Yad Vashem, and others for all the work you do.
Hope . . . everyone needs hope just as much as everyone needs love.
Isn't it fun when we gather with friends or family? We may meet at
someone's home or at our favorite luncheon or dinner spot. When we
first meet, we exchange hugs and maybe a few tears. Then we get life
updates, and in between the updates, there's laughter and playing
around, and lovingly woven throughout each sentence are words of hope.
My artful life continues to shift. When I first started this blog in 2007, I used this space to document my creative life mainly for my family. My hope was to leave a record of my ideas, values and beliefs, to inspire them, to share what I did, to tell my story using art and words.
Over the last five years, my blog and artful life evolved to what it is today, a space where I share my art in whatever medium I choose to use to express whatever is in my heart at the moment.
In 2007, I set a goal not only to blog every day for one year, but to post a piece of art each day as well, and I accomplished that. That was a celebration, and I continued to post every day for the next year.
I enjoyed making friends through fabric postcard exchange groups, online groups, donating my art to benefit causes I believe in. I was blogging without a plan of any kind, posting a new work each day, writing my thoughts and sharing them publicly, always with the intent of uplifting whoever was reading my blog.
If you scroll through my blog, you'll find times when I was absent, no blog posts sometimes for weeks. There came a time when I became curious. Was I enjoying what I was doing? Why was I painting what I painted? Did I like using acrylics? Do I really like working with fabrics and making art quilts? Was I making art merely to make money or was I creating the kind of art that was a pure expression of my heart? And . . . does it matter that I create heart-art?
The times when I was absent from my blog, I was present in my thoughts. Asking questions, contemplating, changing, rethinking, changing again . . . and again.
It's easy to slip into other people's worlds, others' ideas of what should or shouldn't be when you don't know who you are, what you like. I was there, BIG TIME.
I finally had to shut the door to all the noise and take time to rebuild my home, rebuild myself.
And here I am . . . Fannie . . . full of flaws, but living each moment as best as I can, living lovingly, truthfully, fearlessly, generously, graciously and with gratitude.
I want to create art that elevates and heals hearts and offer my art at affordable prices.