<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948552</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:26:56.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Get Me Started</title><subtitle type='html'>My vision through word and image</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phyllismcewen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948552/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phyllismcewen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Phyllis Mcewen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748118826732307231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948552.post-116863519285987801</id><published>2007-01-12T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T21:34:35.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What The Darkness Brought</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6780/3202/1600/91081/Picture%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6780/3202/320/558898/Picture%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometimes there is so little light. Sometimes there is darkness in your life. You can't even see right in front of you and you can't even envision when there was light. You go into a dark world where black is the basic and and you can almost sleep with your eyes open there is so much darkness. Now, this is not bad; this is darkness and because we're sort of programmed as mammals with eyes that use light in one part of our sightedness, we may be fearful of the dark.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But in the darkness there are wonderful gifts. This drawing indicates that there are certain miracles, aspects of the self, talents, and hidden knowledge that only come in the dark. In the light we are too busy seeing and running around to receive. Many times the givers of the most miraculous only come in the dark. This portrays one of those dark, loving givers and the luminous woman who sat vulnerable and nude waiting in faith for what the darkness brought to her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29948552-116863519285987801?l=phyllismcewen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phyllismcewen.blogspot.com/feeds/116863519285987801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948552&amp;postID=116863519285987801' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948552/posts/default/116863519285987801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948552/posts/default/116863519285987801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phyllismcewen.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-darkness-brought.html' title='What The Darkness Brought'/><author><name>Phyllis Mcewen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748118826732307231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948552.post-115514326901713267</id><published>2006-08-09T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T12:36:25.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple Ninja</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/3202/1600/Purple%20Ninja%20sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/3202/320/Purple%20Ninja%20sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple Ninja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very beautiful warrior who has studied the various arts of war and is enamored of the Asian ways of war, but is not a Ninja in the strictest sense of that title. This being is hyper-sensitive to pain and would never inflict pain anywhere, if possible. Color and respect for color are used in battle and most times this is enough to deflect energies, heal conflicts and nurture. This particular "warrior" has found that lack of nurturance is a primary reason for conflict. In this pose, the purple Ninja is celebrating a day of battle in which soft silk cerise slippers were offered by the adversary and the acceptance of them was all that was necessary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29948552-115514326901713267?l=phyllismcewen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phyllismcewen.blogspot.com/feeds/115514326901713267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948552&amp;postID=115514326901713267' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948552/posts/default/115514326901713267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948552/posts/default/115514326901713267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phyllismcewen.blogspot.com/2006/08/purple-ninja.html' title='Purple Ninja'/><author><name>Phyllis Mcewen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748118826732307231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948552.post-115514210791542339</id><published>2006-08-09T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T11:48:27.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just One Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/3202/1600/JUST%20ONE%20LOOK%20sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/3202/320/JUST%20ONE%20LOOK%20sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a wonderful song by Doris Troy called "Just One Look". It's a song from the Rhythm and Blues tradition of the 1960's, during the days of 45RPM records and it was full of plush, full vocals and harmony. The lyrics were something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just One Look&lt;br /&gt;And I fell so hard hard hard&lt;br /&gt;In love&lt;br /&gt;With You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out&lt;br /&gt;How good it feels&lt;br /&gt;To have your love&lt;br /&gt;Wo-o Wo-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the golden look of love and Miss Green Dreads is basking in that look. You can't really tell whether the love light is coming from him or her and that's because it's mutual. They will both enjoy this relationship. He almost walked by and then it caught him and his whole being said, "Wow!!" And she is very grounded through the whole encounter while her beauty is sweet as can be. She knew he would double take. And Doris Troy is humming in both of their heads the whole time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29948552-115514210791542339?l=phyllismcewen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phyllismcewen.blogspot.com/feeds/115514210791542339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948552&amp;postID=115514210791542339' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948552/posts/default/115514210791542339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948552/posts/default/115514210791542339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phyllismcewen.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-one-look.html' title='Just One Look'/><author><name>Phyllis Mcewen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748118826732307231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948552.post-115101420466789680</id><published>2006-06-22T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T17:10:04.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Get Me Started</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/3202/1600/Don"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/3202/320/Don%27t%20Get%20Me%20Started.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my drawing titled "Don't Get Me Started" - 8-1/2 x 11" ink on paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29948552-115101420466789680?l=phyllismcewen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phyllismcewen.blogspot.com/feeds/115101420466789680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948552&amp;postID=115101420466789680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948552/posts/default/115101420466789680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948552/posts/default/115101420466789680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phyllismcewen.blogspot.com/2006/06/dont-get-me-started.html' title='Don&apos;t Get Me Started'/><author><name>Phyllis Mcewen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748118826732307231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948552.post-115074344846323404</id><published>2006-06-19T13:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T14:19:01.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Did You Expect?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/3202/1600/What%20Did%20You%20Expect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6780/3202/320/What%20Did%20You%20Expect.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way it is for the moment. There is something beyond the visions and ideas of our day to day thing. That's what I want to write about. It shifts from one moment to the next, but the constant in this space will be my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This image is titled "What Did You Expect?" - Ink on Paper, 8-1/2 x 11".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29948552-115074344846323404?l=phyllismcewen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phyllismcewen.blogspot.com/feeds/115074344846323404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948552&amp;postID=115074344846323404' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948552/posts/default/115074344846323404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948552/posts/default/115074344846323404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phyllismcewen.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-did-you-expect.html' title='What Did You Expect?'/><author><name>Phyllis Mcewen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748118826732307231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
