Showing posts with label shadow box. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shadow box. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

An Angel Wing




An Angel Wing

A shrine for a special little girl.

                                                           This one of a kind shrine is specially made
for a special little girl,
 for her joy and blessings.

In the background is a vintage hand
embroided card of the guardian angel which
I brought back from Lourdes.

A tiny little Christmas tree indicates the joy
and celebration by the hosts of angels
at Millie’s birth into this world.

The little girl steps out onto an angel wing
under the loving and protecting gaze of love
of the Queen of Angels.

For you are in the care of angels wherever you go,
And you will be carried so that you will not knock your
foot on a stone


Series : Guardian Angel
Catalogue Number : 389
Name : An Angel Wing




Monday, April 13, 2015

St Francis of Assisi, Canticle of the Creatures







This shrine is a card in the Mysteries of Mary Tarot Deck
http://hergracesacredart.blogspot.com


Most High, all-powerful, good Lord,
Yours are the praises, the glory, and the honor, and all blessing,
To You alone, Most High, do they belong,
and no human is worthy to mention Your name.

Brother Sun

Praised be You, my Lord, with all Your creatures,
especially Sir Brother Sun,
Who is the day and through whom You give us light.
And he is beautiful and radiant with great splendor;
and bears a likeness of You, Most High One.

Praised be You, my Lord, through Sister Moon and the stars,
in heaven You formed them clear and precious and beautiful.
Praised be You, my Lord, through Brother Wind,
and through the air, cloudy and serene, and every kind of weather,
through whom You give sustenance to Your creatures.
Praised be You, my Lord, through Sister Water,
who is very useful and humble and precious and chaste.
Praised be You, my Lord, through Brother Fire,
through whom You light the night,
and he is beautiful and playful and robust and strong.
Praised be You, my Lord, through our Sister Mother Earth,
who sustains and governs us,
and who produces various fruit with colored flowers and herbs.



Praised be You, my Lord, through those who give pardon for Your love,
and bear infirmity and tribulation.
Blessed are those who endure in peace
for by You, Most High, shall they be crowned.

Praised be You, my Lord, through our Sister Bodily Death,
from whom no one living can escape.
Woe to those who die in mortal sin.
Blessed are those whom death will find in Your most holy will,
for the second death shall do them no harm.

Praise and bless my Lord and give Him thanks
and serve Him with great humility.


The shrine has a wonderful aura of innocence
through the use of children's plastic toy animals and the fake grass.
The pink halo of Sister Moon around 
St Francis' head shows his intuitive and sensitive nature.
He and St Chiara were seen as soulmates.

The beautiful golden Sir Brother Sun shimmers in the background.


I recently visited  the beautiful Assisi and 
Santa Maria degli Angeli where St Francis
lived and dwelled and this visit was the inspiration
for this shrine.
If you would like to read more about my
most recent pilgrimage to France and Italy,
follow my blog www.path-of-divine-love.com

Statue of Santa Chiara and St Francis in Assisi

Doves have nested in St Francis' statue's hands in the rose garden for centuries




I based my shrine on my own experiences and impressions
visiting St Francis in Assisi, during two separate pilgrimages,
years apart.

His Canticle of the Creatures really epitomises his spirit
of simplicity and love for all.  St Frances and Santa Chiara
were both vegetarians and many miracles with wild animals
and nature have been recorded.

I applied various techniques to the shrine to capture
the essence of the stone and light of Assisi, of the
basilica and of St Francis' robes, some of which
are still on display in Assisi.

I included the halos of Brother Sun and Sister Moon
and the many roses that he stands amongst, is a
reminder of the beautiful rose garden that still exists.
The rose bush, of which the thorns miraculously disappeared
when St Francis threw himself into the bush, is still
growing in this garden at the little church in
Santa Maria degli Angeli.
I brought this beautiful statue back from my trip
as it is so reminiscent of the statue in the rose garden
with the white nest turtle doves at this feet and
in his hands.




The shrine is ready to hang and has a beautiful image of 
St Francis on the back.


During this pilgrimage, as well as previous pilgrimages,
I visited well-known and lesser-known pilgrimage
sites that has special meaning and spiritual meaning to myself.
We weave our own tapestry of myth and meaning
of our inner lives, (as said earlier, you can read more
about this ideology on www.pathofdivinelove.com)


Wherever I go, I collect petals of the flowers from
sacred shrines, even bits of soil from the earth
and sand from crypts.  I also carry with me
small vials of blessed salts and blessed petals
as well as holy water and holy oil.  These I touch
to the holy places and to the relics of Saints where
it is possible.  We are surrounded by energy and there
are places that have more intense spiritual energy
than other places.  Also some places you immediately
sense great Love and Compassion and other values
which some of us treasure.  In places like Lourdes
and Lisieux, in the garden of St Terese, the fragrance
was almost overpowering - although some people
smell nothing.


Included with this shrine, is small vial of blessed
salts and rose petals, lavender, as well as 
myrrh that I brought back on this pilgrimage.
The content of this bottle had been carried
by me, and touched to the crypt where St Francis
lies, as well as the crypt where St Chiara's body
lies and I had it with me during a mass in
Santa Maria degli Angeli!!



blessings
Hettienne






Monday, February 17, 2014

a little French nun



I bought this sweet nun doll at  a French village
market - I cannot remember which one anymore.
I just love dolls and have a huge collection.
I was over the moon to find this little nun doll.

I imagined her going through her day and
thought of all her duties - so much to be done when
you have to do it all yourself.
No easy supermarket with store bought pastry
or eggs on a shelf!

So I created this little kitchen for her.



As you can see she is making a pie



I bought this miniature kitchen sink unit
with tiny food, eggs, wine and gravy boat
from Fran at
Fransminiature12 on EBay.
She has the most beautiful  tiny objects.


The little kitchen, with its sink and food board
becomes a sacred altar as her daily actions
are devoted to the Spirit of Mary, the Birther of Life,
the Mother of our Earth, She who is our daily food.



Blessings
Hettienne


Wednesday, September 4, 2013

La Pianiste Aveugle - the blind pianist


This sweet vintage doll I bought at a street market in
Saint-Maximin-la-Sainte-Baume right across the
Cathedral of Mary Magdalene.

I received about twenty of these from the market seller
in a plastic shopping bag.

You can see in what a tattered state she is and she has no legs
and the moving eyes have fallen out long ago.
But she is beautiful and so I created a special shadow box for her,
La Pianiste Aveugle, the blind pianist.



The piano is a toy piano, part of a doll set.  I distressed and aged the little piano
and added a magnificent butterfly to its lid, symbolising the freedom and liberation
that her ability to play the piano, brings the blind woman.



The entire box is covered with vintage sheet music paper.  A reminder
that life is music, and even as we live our small, boxed lives
of ordinariness, we hold the potential of creating the music of our souls.


love


Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Shopping for shoes on the Champs Elysees



Shoes, shoes, shoes, shoes


Bonjour mademoiselle!  Please step into my shop









I lined the box with velvet papers, velvet ribbons, beads, lace, ruffles
paper chandelier, and I created the framed painting of Marie Antoinette in the back.

The beautiful scene of Paris is a magnet that I bought in Montmartre.



I had such incredible fun creating this small shoe shop which now hangs on my wall.
Every time I look at it, I remember the smell, the colour, the sound and the happiness
of visiting Paris and the South of France the past two years!

If you enjoyed this one, please come back for another visit and see the
beautiful vintage french pianist shadowbox which I will share with you.

love


Thursday, June 30, 2011

HOPE



“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.


                                                             -  Emily Dickinson