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sew love blog: Hawaiian Heart: Meet Paula Gasparini-Santos

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 00:44:36 -0400

sew love blog: Hawaiian Heart: Meet Paula Gasparini-Santos:

This is the fourth post in a series where we introduce each of the 20 Sew Love Featured Artists in anticipation of our launch.

Paula was born in Vitoria, Espirito Santo to Brazilian parents. She holds a Bachelors degree in Psychology with a focus on Child Development and Art…

"Being drug free has less to do with addiction than it does with sanity."

Thu, 14 Mar 2013 16:00:31 -0400

“Being drug free has less to do with addiction than it does with sanity.”

"He may not be much of a man in the world, but you have no idea how much of a man he is for me"

Tue, 26 Feb 2013 18:03:33 -0500

““He may not be much of a man in the world, but you have no idea how much of a man he is for me””

"we all have baggage, but what distinguishes us from others is learning how to use all that is within..."

Wed, 19 Dec 2012 20:56:06 -0500

“we all have baggage, but what distinguishes us from others is learning how to use all that is within our baggage for our journey.”

- GDOS

"a true artist does not need space to create art but rather art to create a space inside himself"

Thu, 06 Dec 2012 18:23:09 -0500

““a true artist does not need space to create art but rather art to create a space inside himself””

- GDOS

“there’s more to steering a sail boat then being...

Thu, 06 Dec 2012 18:22:08 -0500

“there’s more to steering a sail boat then being behind the helm”

Love again...

Thu, 06 Dec 2012 18:21:21 -0500

True love will push you inside the tunnels you refused to enter. True love will push you to your knees and beg you to atop, this love will have you running to complacency and hiding yourself in fear because love will shake your feet until you are uncertain where you stand. You will not know if it is best to move on, move in, or move back. You will not know if the life you lived before that love was better or worse… And most certainly you will be terrified of love. Because love, is like faith. It takes the heart’s embrace for the body to comprehend it. You must believe fully in its ability. You can never believe in God if you still doubt it. You can never truly live in love if you dont entirely believe in its potential.

Tutti a noi abbiano grandi bagagli pero dentro di questi bagagli...

Thu, 06 Dec 2012 18:17:04 -0500

Tutti a noi abbiano grandi bagagli pero dentro di questi bagagli abbiamo di tutto che abbiamo bisogno per nostro viaggio

"It takes a strong arm to shut a heavy door, but it takes a strong heart to leave one open"

Thu, 06 Dec 2012 18:14:53 -0500

““It takes a strong arm to shut a heavy door, but it takes a strong heart to leave one open””

- GDOS

You put your hands on my side and you felt a body of broken...

Mon, 19 Nov 2012 22:27:18 -0500

You put your hands on my side and you felt a body of broken bones held together simply by the heart.

Anjoca. The veins on the crystal take me into the wisdom of...

Mon, 05 Nov 2012 13:46:21 -0500

Anjoca.

The veins on the crystal take me into the wisdom of your skin—the aging of knowledge you’ve taken upon your flesh.

I was but a small child in your home and I remember feeling cold like glass inside the order that you maintained for a household. It wasn’t what a child of confusion could become used to.

It is only now that I’ve crystalized a few of my own foundations that I realize your home is warm, not cold, and it sparkles with pieces of a life lived in integrity.

You have furniture arranged into rooms that almost serve the purpose of stages. Different stages for each pal you lived out in your life.

You have the living room with rocking chairs and that one worn out leather reclining chair that grandpa used to lie quietly on.

I remember watching him there in fear that he would notice my eyes upon his special chair—No one but him could sit on it and today, no one but the memory of him sits there.

Outside on the lanai…that is where I find you best. On the thirteenth story of a building set by the sea, you’ve grown yourself an orchard—of orchids.

Each orchid complimenting your beauty—sharing similar traces of delicacy and strength. The veins on your arms sharing the veins on the orchids lips. The softness of the flower’s petals meeting the tenderness of where your flesh is born.

In the middle of organic matter I find you— and little did you know that I look upon you today as I always have at nature. In awe of its beauty, its order, its grounding.

The veins of this crystal in my hand, takes me into the wrinkles by your eyes—and in them both I carry within me all that you teach me, with the beauty of how you live your life.

Mahele, Mahele. I give and take from your handworked...

Sun, 04 Nov 2012 00:13:47 -0400

Mahele, Mahele.

I give and take from your handworked grounds.

What I give, I have yet to know, but allow me to tell you of all the wonder I take from your farmlands and soil.

Mahele, you give me rows of metaphors from which I can choose to weed, plant, or till.

Under papaya trees I pluck away at the growing sleeping grass that weighs on my heart. I sit on the hard surface of a wooden stool, legs crouched unto my chest, back arched from the labors of the heart, and hands dirty from both the wealth and filth of all my sins.

I pluck away weed after weed, only stopping occasionally to feel the sun on my back, calming the built up tensions of nights spent cold in fear of all my fears;

Yes, there is still winter in the tropics.

Though the leaves don’t change their colors, nor do snowflakes fall to kiss the ground—change comes to this paradise as well—it simply arrives through the vessel of minds and hearts courageous enough to leave their shelters and face the changing of seasons.

Mahele, Mahele,

you bring together on your farm the sounds of featherless chickens, the silence of fruits in growth, and the chatter of different minded people coming together to bury their hands inside the brown tones of your skin. With hands dirtied by soil, we are all the same.

There are mountains far in sight when I come to sit upon your bosom, but often your voluptuousness and fertileness takes all of me and I foget that when I come to you—you simply bring me back into myself.

I leave you every wednesday and sunday, belly and heart full, a bag of vegetables that I myself harvested wihtout even knowing how, and a feeling of wholeness.

I come to farm, to fill my fridge with the health of your fruits of community labor, and I leave with a feeling of understanding of creation.

Mahele,

I give you my fears, stupor of thoughts, you give me seeds of inspiration and turn my shortcomings into compost for growth.

"It’s a pity that few people today know the beauty and gift of doing charity work."

Fri, 26 Oct 2012 04:09:38 -0400

“It’s a pity that few people today know the beauty and gift of doing charity work.”

- GDOS

The true nature of greatness could never be contained. -GDOS

Thu, 25 Oct 2012 03:51:20 -0400

The true nature of greatness could never be contained.

-GDOS

"A true friend doesn’t give answers to our problems, but instead they help us see that all the..."

Thu, 25 Oct 2012 03:48:53 -0400

“A true friend doesn’t give answers to our problems, but instead they help us see that all the solutions lie within us. They redirect you to seek within.”

- GDOS

We should strive to be more like sunsets, that color everything...

Thu, 25 Oct 2012 03:45:38 -0400

We should strive to be more like sunsets, that color everything with a hue of gold and brings about an unity to the landscape, through radiance.

"When life beats down and crushes your soul art is there to remind you that you still have one."

Thu, 25 Oct 2012 03:37:15 -0400

“When life beats down and crushes your soul art is there to remind you that you still have one.”

- (via tattoophrases)

Fire, burning my passion—the woman that is me. Setting...

Mon, 08 Oct 2012 19:23:56 -0400

Fire, burning my passion—the woman that is me.

Setting her to flames, not to destroy her,

but to watch her glow entirely as herself.

Flames,

to confirm that every bit of me is truly me.

Love.

Mon, 08 Oct 2012 14:25:35 -0400

There is something penetrating in the savoriness of the Love you’ve given me. It’s as if an acquired taste—like that of the hops in beer or the pungent flavor of blue cheese that you so adore.

I am beginning to feel my appetite for you growing on me, as if I were the rooted Banyan and you the Monstera deliciosa, the creeping vine of the rainforest.

The first nibbles I took from your skin were hard to chew through, and almost indigestible. You fed me things from my own heart—but before you I had only been spoon-fed by fools who believed giving me theirs was what I needed upon my own lips. No, you fed me with cutlery reserved for queens who had yet to be crowned. And your foods, were from my own heart.

This is what Love is.

Love, is a person who feeds you with His hands, the taste of your own heart.

Love is the person who stays with you, until you become satisfied with what you indulge upon.

If your Love is bitter, judge not the Man whom you call Partner—but rather the elements inside your own chest.

If your Love is sweet, pride not upon the Man who feeds you—for all the honey lies inside the honeycombs of our core.

I found this truth of Love inside of me and the man who fed me of my own heart had the courage to dig in deep inside the thick layers of skin I had developed to protect my beating heart, and with his own fingers he gave to me what he needed most.

This Man, found a way to tie me to my own mind with my own hands awhile he made his way inside of the plate of my Love. He found centered inside of me a feast that had never been touched upon. He found inside, an abundance that could feed an entire existence if only given to me first to taste. No more could be brought up from my heart if he hadn’t force fed me of my own potential.

I lay blind tied on a bed of memories and comparisons, imaginations and fantasies—while he fed me Truth. I regurgitated upon him, I succumbed in times of hunger, and I never once dared tell him that I enjoyed the taste of the food given to me by his hands. I began to eat more silently as he fed me of myself. I restrained myself less.

Today, I’ve acquired a taste for my Love—and only now can I open my mouth to the Man who fed me such True nourishments.

I loved you, is what I can say to him. Knowing without him I would have gone entirely unfed.

WInds are like passions, they come quickly and steer you in the...

Thu, 04 Oct 2012 17:10:14 -0400

WInds are like passions, they come quickly and steer you in the direction they wish to and just as quickly they leave you with empty sails. The trick is to learn how to use the winds, to drive you to your destination.