tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40214422744872359182024-03-13T04:04:27.188-07:00LookologyExploring the Intersection of Art & SoulCarol Abramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02715611067970958096noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021442274487235918.post-21210811554734033902020-12-02T09:48:00.000-08:002020-12-02T09:48:07.904-08:00An Unexpected Pause<p>Even in times of Covid, we find ways to keep ourselves busy. There are still problems to be solved, errands to run, social media to be viewed, and on and on. Many of us wear our "busy-ness" with pride and importance... it is all we know. We may use it to ground ourselves, or commonly, to deflect situations, thoughts and anything that is uncomfortable. </p><p>So, when my power cut out recently due to a windstorm, I was a little annoyed. I had gifts to order, people to call or text, I was making dinner... I am very busy... how dare the storm take away my electrical power (and my perceived personal power)? Even worse, my iPhone was logging in with just a mere 45% battery, my iPad nearly dead and I had no idea how long this terrible inconvenience would last.</p><p>After about fifteen minutes of locating and lighting candles, I paused to assess the situation. With candles glowing all around my house, gas fireplace soldiering on to keep me warm, I realized this was a unique opportunity to disconnect. To be fully present in this quiet moment that has been offered to me. Like almost all aspects of life, this experience was completely beyond my control. Rather than revert to a default mode... one of anger, defiance and frustration, I decided to lean into the moment. </p><p>When we surrender to "what is", there is a sensation of contentment that is always available to us. We, as a society are programmed to fix, change, or end anything that may bring us discomfort. Unfortunately, that is an approach that only causes us to suffer more than necessary. A Buddhist parable that is often told, explains this in simple terms. </p><h3 style="text-align: left;"><i><b>"If a person is struck by an arrow, is it painful? If the person is struck by a second arrow, is it even more painful?"</b></i></h3><p>In life, we are not able to control the first arrow, but the second arrow is our reaction to the first. In other words, the initial pain is unavoidable, but the suffering is optional. If we choose to fight and chafe against what "is", we are only causing additional pain and frustration for ourselves and those around us. This second arrow may arrive in the form of blame (oneself or others), outrage, and many other variations... all similar in their guarantee to worsen the situation. Instead, we have the option to choose to deflect those following assaults and settle into acceptance. This is where true peace can be found.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gg_4ztOtoac/X8fHCYrMfYI/AAAAAAAAAnE/cYjVAqjdzaYKgPI99jrjpDxS-vMdILj3ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1665/Arrows%2Bcopy.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1211" data-original-width="1665" height="291" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gg_4ztOtoac/X8fHCYrMfYI/AAAAAAAAAnE/cYjVAqjdzaYKgPI99jrjpDxS-vMdILj3ACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h291/Arrows%2Bcopy.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>And so, I grabbed my Kindle, snuggled in under a warm blanket next to my warm dog, and enjoyed the down time. I read a bit and then paused to appreciate the uncomplicated sensation of just being.<p></p><p>As always, please feel free to reach out to me at <a href="mailto:carol@abramdesign.com">carol@abramdesign.com</a> if you would like to learn more about meditation and mindfulness. I can suggest many ways for you to get started, including online meditation offerings, books, podcasts and guidance.</p><p><br /></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(122, 122, 122); color: #7a7a7a; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0.9rem; margin-top: 0px;"> </p>Carol Abramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02715611067970958096noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021442274487235918.post-6915273114876977192020-03-25T08:50:00.001-07:002020-03-25T08:50:07.662-07:00Got time on your hands? Learn to meditate!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">When I became trained as a meditation teacher last year, I did so because I wanted to share some of the peace and contentment I had discovered through mindfulness. I could never have imagined the situation that we are faced with today... an entire world united in fear, anxiety and isolation. <b>If ever there was a time to try meditation, this would be it!.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">The benefits of meditation have been confirmed through rigorous scientific studies and are proven to reduce stress, control anxiety, improve sleep, decrease blood pressure, increase happiness, strengthen your immune system, improve productivity and cognition, enhance empathy… to name a few.</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Right now, as we "shelter at home" because of the Corona Virus, you probably have more time on your hands than you've ever had in your life… you may even feel anxiety about how much free time is staring you in the face. So why not pause for a few minutes, and try to connect with your inner self in a way that can provide a comfort and calm you've never experienced before. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Experts estimate that the average person thinks 60,000 - 80,000 thoughts per day. In our current situation, we can assume that many of these thoughts involve worry and fear. And worry and fear require you to visit the past or the future to access those thoughts.</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">That is where the peacefulness comes from. As you read these words you are focused in the present. You may notice you are not feeling anxiety or agitation while reading. That is because you are fully present. You are not drifting off to memories of the past that may spark fear or worrying about a future that you cannot control. Why not find ways to prolong that feeling of calm presence? </span><br />
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">There is so much to be gained by immersing yourself fully into the present moment… which, coincidentally, is the only real moment available to you. There is absolutely nothing productive, that comes from imagining negative outcomes in the future. <b>“Worrying is using your imagination to create something you don’t want.”</b> (Abraham HIcks)</span></div>
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<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gSvWNjiwFVg/Xnpi2NWpObI/AAAAAAAAAjs/Adlq14K4FAwTGJKW_pdQBjMkODLR5Qg4QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/zen-2040340_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="579" data-original-width="1280" height="144" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gSvWNjiwFVg/Xnpi2NWpObI/AAAAAAAAAjs/Adlq14K4FAwTGJKW_pdQBjMkODLR5Qg4QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/zen-2040340_1280.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-kerning: none;">My personal experiences of tragedy and loss, and the depression that followed, pushed me to look for a better way to live. I've been meditating for five years, while learning more about the philosophies of mindfulness and Buddhism. But I am no different than any of you… life brings great suffering to all of us at one time or another… and there is a path to acceptance and peace. And there is an easier way to live your life with less stress, anxiety and fear by practicing the simple steps of meditation and staying mindfully in the present.</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">If are ready to accept this challenge, please set aside anywhere from 5 to 15 minutes a day to practice your meditation. You can sit or lay down. You can do it alone, or you can invite others nearby to join you. There are more online resources available to you than ever before. Many practitioners are offering free meditation sessions via Zoom or other meeting apps.</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">There is no wrong way to meditate. You cannot fail at this endeavor. Simply try any of the options I've listed below and see what feels right to you. It may seem a little scary at first, but over time you will discover that this is one of the most comforting and secure places you can be. Sink back into the arms of the present, and enjoy the peaceful, quiet and deep connection to your soul.</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Full disclosure: I am not an expert on any of the above, and I don't have all the answers. Can I maintain my calmness all the time? Absolutely not. I would estimate that 90% of the time I'm able to experience great ease and contentment. And when faced with fear, I can often return to calm by using my deep breathing techniques learned from meditation.</span><br />
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Please write me here or at my email: <a href="mailto:carol@abramdesign.com" target="_blank">carol@abramdesign.com</a> if you have any questions.</span><br />
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Wishing a calmer, more peaceful state of being for all of you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">For all of these meditation exercises, find a quiet place in your home where you will not be disturbed. You can sit on the floor or a mat, you can sit in a chair, or you can lay down. You will breathe deeply from your belly and inhale and exhale from your nose.</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Thoughts will appear in your consciousness as you meditate. Try to imagine them as clouds drifting overhead. You see them, but just acknowledge them and return to your attention to your breath. Over time you will find they become quieter and less distracting.</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Download, an app such as <a href="https://insighttimer.com/" target="_blank">Insight Timer</a>. It is free and you can choose how long your meditation will be, with or without music and if you would like it to be guided by a teacher. You can also focus on a specific subject, such as “Learn to Meditate”, “Coping with Anxiety”, “Managing Stress” and many more. I suggest starting with ten minutes and continue to add time over the next few weeks. Other popular apps are <a href="https://www.calm.com/" target="_blank">Calm</a> and <a href="https://www.headspace.com/headspace-meditation-app" target="_blank">Headspace</a>.</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">You can play some calming instrumental music that you can find in Spotify under meditation or access <a href="https://insighttimer.com/" target="_blank">Insight Timer</a> and use some of their sounds. Breathing deeply from your belly and as you exhale slowly say the number “one” silently. Inhale again and on exhale silently say the number “two”. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Continue on this way until you reach 10, and then start over again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">This method involves the reputation of a word or group of words. It is helpful in keeping your mind focused. Some common ones are “Om" (the sound of universal vibration)” or “So Hum” (translates to “I am”). Repeat the mantra continuously to yourself while breathing deeply.</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><i><b>10% Happier</b> </i>by Dan Harris</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><b><i>Wherever You Go, There You Are</i></b> by Jon Kabat-Zinn</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><b><i>How to Meditate</i></b> by Pema Chodron</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Online meditation groups can provide a great synergy and sense of community. Please check my Facebook page as I will be updating links to online meditation events there: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/carol.h.abram" target="_blank">Carol Abram Facebook</a></span></div>
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This new year, 2020, is loaded with meaning for me. 20/20 is the well-known designation for normal eye vision, but it suggests something much deeper to me. As my body declines with age, my optical system joins in the downward spiral. Once blessed with stellar vision, it has been a long road to acceptance of these new weaknesses. But beyond the interventions offered up by modern medicine, there is no way for me to stop the process. I have made peace with aging and that has pushed me to focus inward to find a much more powerful vision that resides within me.<br />
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My blog, <i>Lookology</i>, allows me to observe and share the myriad of visual delights I see in the world around me. The images I view daily will always captivate me... from a delicate sleeve of ice on a winter branch to a breathtaking piece of art. But the truest place of observation, for me, is within my soul. It is here that I find stillness and contentment that was not available to me when most of my time was spent gazing outward.<br />
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Without practicing awareness, our brain is largely dominated by egoic thought, which flourishes easily in the unconscious mind. The ego causes us to be laser-beam focused on how we are perceived by others. Am I smarter? Richer? Thinner? More athletic? Our society reinforces this system of comparison and often our daily lives are fully controlled by these thoughts... although we are usually unaware.<br />
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These non-productive thoughts and feelings that dominate our daily lives leave little space for the introspection that might lead us to self-awareness. In order to access the authentic self that lies dormant within most of us, we need to shift our perception from the loud, frenetic, external world to the calm, quiet, inner landscape within ourselves. This is not an easy task, but it is obtainable for everyone with effort. The most accessible pathway to this authentic place within yourself is through the practice of meditation.<br />
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Meditation has been touted for thousands of years as a powerful and productive technique for accessing inner peace. It has endured because it is effective and has guided millions of people to a more peaceful way of living their lives. When you meditate, you bring yourself to the present moment. Most of us live anywhere but the present. Unknowingly, we are immersed in the mire of the past... reliving anger, feeling regret, replaying the stories over and over and over. And, at the same time we dwell in the future, perseverating about the unknown. One of my teachers once asked if I was a fortune-teller, and was I able to predict the future. Clearly I am not, and I laugh now when I think of the wasted hours I spent predicting the greatest and worst outcomes for my destiny. The future is largely out of our control and will only reveal itself when it arrives here, in the present.<br />
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In a universe where reality is constantly being questioned, the undeniable truth is that you only have one moment that is real. And that is the present. The past does not exist, except for the importance you allow it within your mind. Memories are also notoriously inaccurate as the ego often adjusts the recollections according to its own agenda. And the future, of course, hasn't even arrived. Still, many people focus solely on what they plan for and hope to achieve in this unknown space we call the future.<br />
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Either way, the only moment that is authentically here to be lived, is in the present. Please take a chance in this new year and stop to experience the present moment. You may surprised at the simple, sweet joy you will find there.<br />
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To learn more, please feel free to come visit the Foxboro Mindfulness Meetup Group that meets every Wednesday night, 6:30-8:00pm in the basement of the Foxboro Universalist Church, 6 Bird Street, Foxboro, MA. Join us under the fairy lights and see what you discover. <br />
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<i>Disclaimer: I am not an expert on any of the above, I just read and listen to a lot of Buddhist and mindfulness teachers and practice daily. This process has helped me in my quest to find a happier life... and I want to share my experience with you.</i><br />
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<br />Carol Abramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02715611067970958096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021442274487235918.post-73351694559676701952019-09-04T08:41:00.000-07:002019-09-04T08:41:26.812-07:00Puppy Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Every time I draw or paint a dog portrait, I fall a little bit in love with my subject. Dogs intrigue me as they are the true embodiment of mindfulness. They are always fully present in whatever it is they engage in and they bring a wholeheartedness to everything they do.<br />
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Unlike people, canines don't hold grudges and even dogs that may have had an abusive past are able to bring their hopefulness into the present moment and attach to a new owner. Their love is unconditional and their loyalty is unparalleled. Carrying no self-consciousness, they live from their gut without the restraint of self-doubt and judgement.<br />
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My deep love and admiration for dogs is hardwired into my genetics dating back generations in my family. As an infant, my mother was saved by the family German Shepherd, Lux, while sunning outside on a winter's day. My grandmother had left my 5 month-old mother in a carriage out in front of the house, just at the edge of a portico (this was not unusual behavior back in the day). A large chunk of snow melted off the roof of the overhang and landed on top of the carriage and my mother. The dog barked persistently until my grandmother came out and rescued my mom. And so began our family legacy of dog worshipping.<br />
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Ideally, the reference photo I work from has the eyes well-lighted and sharply focused. Like any portrait, all the features need to bear a likeness to the subject. But for me to capture the essence of my canine models, I start with the eyes as they will ultimately determine the success of the painting. When photographing your dog, try holding a treat or favorite toy near the camera/phone. This will bring their gaze toward you. If shooting outdoors, you will find early morning or late afternoon provide the best light for creating shadows and highlights.<br />
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Over time I have observed that the default mode for most dogs is happy and content. Perhaps this is derived from their ability to live simply in the moment, without the advanced thought processes that keep us humans lost in our patterns of thought. Through mindfulness, I can bring myself closer to that state and experience the sweet contentment that I see on my own sweet Molly's face.<br />
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<br />Carol Abramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02715611067970958096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021442274487235918.post-54442743825575042262019-04-21T15:45:00.000-07:002019-04-21T15:49:27.019-07:00Distorted Reflections<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Water distorts everything it reflects to some degree. On a calm, windless day the differences may be almost imperceptible. On wavy days the water creates a mashup of light, motion and shadow, jumbling the reflected visuals into something unrecognizable. Then there are days like the one above, when my shadow image reflected from the dock is clear, but gently retooled into something mystical.<br />
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This image could be a metaphor for the distortion we carry in our deeply-held concept of ourselves. Throughout our lives we create a narrative of who we are. Much of that story is based on past experience, conjecture into the future, and is not an accurate rendering of who you are in this moment. When we live within that constructed version of the self, we work hard to manipulate the world around us to maintain that concept of the self. But it is a hopeless endeavor as we cannot control anything beyond ourselves. Letting go of the facade of self opens you up to vast opportunity to live differently... to allow yourself to evolve naturally, without restriction.<br />
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The book "The Untethered Soul, by Michael Singer, offers a deeper look into this phenomenon. Singer discusses the role of ego in driving our thoughts and behavior. Once you have an awareness of this dynamic, you can see the power ego has over how you live your life. With awareness comes the chance to move away from the narrative of who you are, and open yourself up to who you might become.<br />
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<a href="https://untetheredsoul.com/untethered-soul">https://untetheredsoul.com/untethered-soul</a>Carol Abramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02715611067970958096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021442274487235918.post-32259779649100807232019-04-17T09:00:00.000-07:002019-04-19T07:51:16.407-07:00Why write?That is the question I have asked myself for the past two years when I have chosen not to. Is there anything I might say that will help to improve someone's life? Can I plant the seeds of curiosity in a person's soul that will cause them to explore ways to exist more peacefully within themselves? Will talking about my personal struggle with art inspire someone to persevere when they come face to face with the blank canvas and an empty mind?<br />
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Although I may never know the answer to those questions, I am compelled from somewhere deep within to write about the intersection of my two passions, art and mindfulness.<br />
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Both mindfulness and creating art (or music, or any creative endeavor) offer the opportunity to drill down into personal authenticity, which is both frightening and exhilarating. This journey into mindfulness is an ongoing adventure which offers many gifts along the way... the greatest one for me being the discovery of contentment. In our society, happiness is the implied goal, with the concept of contentment being overlooked as a less-worthy objective. But happiness and joy are only momentary spikes in the duality of our emotions and will alternate with disappointment and despair. Contentment rides quietly in the middle, offering a comforting sense of calm and gratitude, which is available to us all.<br />
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This sustained calm within the soul opens up many new channels within us... including self-awareness, compassion and creativity. When we exist mindfully in the present, we are not defined by our past (which is often recalled inaccurately) or limited by our worry and fear of the future (which is completely unknown and beyond our control). In this state of equanimity the mind is able to see a spaciousness of unlimited possibility.<br />
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As mindfulness guides the creative process, art can flow organically, suspending the harsh filter of self-judgement. The process of disengaging with self critique is challenging for most artists, but is possible. Focusing on being fully present in creative process, as opposed to obsessive judgement of the final product, helps to shift this dynamic over time.<br />
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With my reincarnated blog, Lookology, I hope to provide thought-provoking imagery and words that will engage those who are interested in developing a more peaceful way of living through mindfulness. With the focus on mindfulness comes a natural connection to the creative process and I will explore how it can enhance the art making experience. Writing this blog will also serve as an important reminder to me to stay anchored in the present, which is in fact, the only moment that we actually have.<br />
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For those who would like to take a first step into finding awareness, please check out this weekly meditation and discussion group: <a href="https://www.meetup.com/foxboromindfulness/">https://www.meetup.com/foxboromindfulness/</a><br />
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<i>Full disclaimer:</i><br />
<i>I am not an authority on any of the above. Regarding mindfulness, I have spent the last four years delving into Buddhist concepts, attending "sanghas" (Buddhist prayer groups), and meeting with like-minded souls. I am also about to embark on meditation teacher training in hopes of sharing the benefits of mindfulness with others.</i><br />
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<i>The study of Buddhism stretches back thousands of years, and many wise people have written words of guidance. Yet, it is only necessary to scratch the surface of these ancient and modern teachings to begin finding the deep peacefulness within. In future posts I will be suggesting some books that can provide comprehensive understanding and simple steps to embark on this journey. </i><br />
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That is a something I have thought about over the years. The question is even more important to me now, because I have minimal wall space in my home and I have to choose very carefully. My own art is already hanging in a few spots, but I also want to surround myself with works of art that inspire and move me in some way. To own a work of art by someone I know and respect adds an extra dimension of pleasure to my experience.</div>
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So, I am happy to start my art collection with an original pastel painting by my teacher, Jeanne Rosier Smith. I heard of Jeanne a few years ago, when my first pastel teacher described her technique and beautiful paintings of waves. Eventually, I made my way into her classes (which wasn't easy!) and when I viewed her seascapes up close I was stunned. I didn't know it was possible for pastels to capture the translucent quality of waves with such painterly strokes. </div>
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The new piece, "I Can See Clearly Now", is the start of what I hope will be a well-planned collection of my favorite artists. And I can't think of a better beginning.</div>
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You can view more of Jeanne Rosier Smith's gorgeous pastel art at: <a href="http://www.jeannerosiersmith.com/" target="_blank">www.jeannerosiersmith.com</a></div>
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In 2013 I was fortunate to travel to India for a wedding and spend ten days exploring this remarkable country. The trip was memorable on many levels, especially sharing in the joyous wedding of people we love and seeing the country through their eyes.<br />
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From an artist's perspective, India is undoubtedly one of the most visually compelling places you could ever hope to see. Once you are able to turn down the volume, aromas and chaos you can focus on the ultra-vibrant colors that populate this region.<br />
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In the photograph (on the right) we had stopped for lunch during our camel ride adventure at a location in Rohet. While we enjoyed icy cold drinks and catered lunch I was fascinated by the women working busily at the water's edge. At first I felt guilty under the luxurious shade of the tent, but as I watched the women I could see the playful interactions between them and the laughter from them was refreshing. <br />
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Even on this steaming hot day, they were layered in gorgeous, patterned clothing. The silky head wraps were nearly transparent and cast a soft, tinted glow over the other layers adding to the complexity of colors. In my pastel painting (on the left) I worked to capture the vibrancy of the fabrics as they appeared against the neutral foreground of the dust and dirt. What was most fulfilling about this process was the opportunity to use pastel colors that generally don't see alot of action. Especially in this combination. While creating this artwork I found myself sinking back into the memory of that day and enjoyed reliving the unique experiences we had in India.Carol Abramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02715611067970958096noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021442274487235918.post-19770856075931603542015-11-29T11:35:00.000-08:002015-11-29T11:35:10.407-08:00The Flow of Still Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">While carefully crafting the subtle intricacies of the pears' shape, and texture I lost all awareness of time and self. Whatever part of my brain that generally nags me with worry, self-doubt and the sense of a never-ending rush softly departed from my psyche and left me open to the joy of pure focus.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">From time to time, as I stepped back to view my art in progress, I would feel the familiar voice begin to criticize my work. But as soon as I put pastel to paper I became entranced again. At the end of my two hours working on this piece I gently returned my consciousness to the room and felt almost giddy from the invaluable respite from my overactive mind. </span>Carol Abramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02715611067970958096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021442274487235918.post-80797650442550567092015-05-12T12:46:00.000-07:002015-05-29T09:06:30.177-07:00Yoga and the Art of Looking at NothingYoga and I have never mixed. I like fast, adrenaline-inducing exercise like skating, biking, sailing and anything combining speed with a dash of danger. Frothy waves rushing by me and gravel blurring beneath my feet demand my attention and have been my favored activities since I was a teen.<br />
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But yoga keeps coming back for me. I have tried probably twenty times over the past forty years and every time the same thing. Not strenuous enough, too slow, boring, tedious. And you want me to close my eyes and quiet my mind? Insane.<br />
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Last year while nursing my injury of the month I decided to venture forth into the land of Namaste once more. It was a gentle yoga class taught by a calm, patient woman name Michelle. The first twenty minutes of the first class I plotted my escape. When everyone is facing due east in their warrior 1 pose, I will sprint west and out the door to freedom.<br />
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Then, at minute fifteen something started to shift in me. I watched Michelle, eyes closed, as she spoke of self-acceptance and gratitude. The tranquility radiating from her was mesmerizing and I wanted to get me some of that zen stuff too. I closed my eyes tentatively and did not disappear as I had anticipated. In fact, I started to feel more present than I had in a very long time. With my eyes closed I no longer had to judge myself or others and that was an unexpected gift. From time to time I still peeked around the studio. Was I in the right pose? Was everyone looking at me?<br />
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Nearing the end of class our instructor had us lay back into Shavasana (or corpse pose) where we are completely still and alone within ourselves. Hard to believe that being alone with myself could be more frightening than thrusting my downward facing dog butt out in front of thirty other yoga participants.<br />
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Still, I persevered and many months later I finally understand the yoga mystique. I choose to stop the endless chatter and judgement in my head as I release all "the thoughts that do not serve me" and kick them softly downstream like wayward logs in a river. Or I place them on puffy clouds and gently blow them off into the vast sky.<br />
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As we return to the close of class gratitude oozes out of me and I am now reluctant to open my eyes and leave behind the gorgeous views I have seen within. But I know I will be back because I'm gonna get me some more of that beautiful zen.<br />
<br />Carol Abramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02715611067970958096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021442274487235918.post-429196155749985172015-02-26T11:04:00.001-08:002015-02-26T18:37:41.609-08:00Creating My Perfect Caribbean<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If I can't be in Jamaica, I may as well paint it in pastels. I am taking a big risk here showing you my painting as it begins (see original photo at the left corner in each image). As one of my teachers loved to tell us, most pastels don't look remotely attractive until the last ten minutes. So I apologize for the progress images, but I think it is worthwhile to study what colors need to build up to create the rewarding final ten minutes.<br />
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A key component of this process is the color wheel. In the early stages of the painting I am laying down approximate tones that are the complementary colors to the final ones I want to achieve. I am a little loose with my choices because I am not looking to create a replica of the scene... but instead, an interpretation. The under painting (which is seared into the sanded paper with alcohol and brush) is what creates the beautifully rich, layered tones that made me fall in love with pastels. Unexpected rusts peek out from underneath the ocean while coral and pink lay softly under the blue sky foreshadowing the sunset just hours away.<br />
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After gently applying many layers of blues in all my favorite permutations, I generated a sky that transports me back to my heavenly gazebo on the sea. As for those pesky clouds in the original photo... not sure how I feel about them interfering with my idyllic Caribbean sky. Stay tuned and watch me decide if the weather in Jamaica will be a cloud-free sunny day or if I will add some white puffy reality to my world.<br />
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<br />Carol Abramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02715611067970958096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021442274487235918.post-77469726964330937032015-02-10T16:45:00.000-08:002015-02-10T16:45:31.796-08:00Inside Out<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The arctic winds are blowing (again) and another foot of snow is falling into place (again). Since I can't be outside in my natural habitat I am supremely grateful for my windows. All 28 of them. My house is tiny, but I can see the elusive outdoors from almost anywhere I sit. As claustrophobia and cabin fever edge toward me I snuggle up to the glass, and peer out into the vast white wasteland. Even though visibility is limited I still feel a sense of relief touching the cool glass and hearing the wind whistle by.<br />
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Windows have always been my virtual escape. As children we traveled in station wagons, untethered and in motion like Mexican jumping beans. When bored, annoyed or just desperate to escape the chaos... I would lay flat in the back of the car and watch the world pass by upside down. Trees, stars, power lines all stringing themselves out behind me and providing that sweet remove. Even now I much prefer to be passenger rather than driver as I never tire of the show just outside the window. As my children will attest, my roving eyes should have me permanently assigned to riding "shotgun" while someone with better visual control takes the wheel.<br />
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Looking out my window at dusk I scan the landscape for clues as to what undertones I might layer into my pastel painting. I spy lilac nestled behind the spruce trees and coral peeking out from beneath the periwinkle sky. Rust is woven throughout the maple trees with amethyst layered softly underneath the snow. But darkness is descending and the colors exit stage left... leaving my winter canvas of white, gray and black. No pastels needed. Charcoal will do just fine.Carol Abramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02715611067970958096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021442274487235918.post-625861630180340552015-01-19T21:16:00.001-08:002015-01-19T21:16:15.008-08:00Fear of Drawing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I sketched today at the Isabella Stewart Gardener museum and found myself battling the demon of perfection as usual. The assumption always seems to be that I will fail or create a visual that is supremely subpar. Do all artists face a blank canvas with trepidation? Or do they reach a point of unchallenged confidence and start every sketch, painting, sculpture with a pure, anticipatory sense of excitement?<br />
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For me it seems more like dread I experience as I lay down that first tentative mark on the hopeful empty sheet. With over 20 reasonably good pastel paintings under my belt it is still impossible for me to believe that I am capable of creating a successful painting again. When does that doubt subside? At 100 paintings? 1000?<br />
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I choose to wage war against my self-doubt and armed with my shiny, new sketchbook I will go forth to do battle at the MFA, at home, in class... wherever I can. And each time I find something pleasing, but imperfect in my sketch or pastel painting I may be slowly marching forward into artistic confidence.Carol Abramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02715611067970958096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021442274487235918.post-82578008113901566872015-01-13T16:40:00.000-08:002015-01-13T16:40:18.443-08:00Frigid Beauty<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As each new winter arrives I find myself with less tolerance for the cold. Most likely it is linked to my declining muscle mass, increased arthritis and other corporeal delights of aging. But on a completely different trajectory, am discovering more visual and aural joys of winter every year.<br />
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Last year (my first on the lake) I was shocked to learn that the freezing lake plays a unique soundtrack throughout the winter. As the water first begins to harden along the shoreline it is often knocked loose, breaking into fragile shards that clink melodically as the waves toss them around. These tones, reminiscent of wind chimes, dance off the shore and soothe with their harmony. Other unexpected sounds I have observed range from deep burp-like noises and ominous groans as the massive plates of ice jockey for position. All in all, it is quite entertaining and I only wish I could keep my windows open to continue my observations for longer periods of time. <br />
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The image above was taken a few days ago as we skated on our newly minted ice rink. With much less effort than I would have predicted we shoveled off a rough rectangle of pristine ice in less than an hour. Within a few minutes I became intrigued by the designs my skates were carving into the surface. Although this photo is a color image it depicts the honest tones of winter... black and white. All that is left behind when the color is drained out by this bleak January day is a sharp, clear study of form. And that is beautiful.Carol Abramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02715611067970958096noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021442274487235918.post-24945988488186271962015-01-10T10:07:00.000-08:002015-01-10T17:14:25.330-08:00Me and My Shadow<br />
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I see them everywhere now. They jump out at me from the most unexpected places and surprise me with their beauty.<br />
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With perfect choreography the lake was transformed into a pristine white canvas in the last three days. First came the slow motion freeze which gently morphed the choppy, blue lake into a motionless, glossy mix of indigo and black. Next, the snow delicately dropped a three inch velvet smooth blanket of virginal white on top. Throughout the day yesterday I watched as cold blue images flickered across the undisturbed snow cover. And then, when the sun was directly behind my house I saw this image painted in periwinkle with bits of lilac rimming the edge. The intricate branches of the trees as they frame the house are a lovely counterpoint to the stark angles and creates a composition that an artist could have conceived.<br />
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Just days before, my daughter Sarah pointed out a cast shadow inside our house that I had walked by so many times without seeing. The small wooden bird perched on a window gently broke up the harsh angles of winter light filtering through the panes. Soon after that I began noticing other shadow play throughout the house and I was reminded (again) to look more closely at what I see, because often, there are many hidden delights lurking in the shadows. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Josiah McElheny's <br /><i>Endlessly Repeating Twentieth Century Modernism</i></td></tr>
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While visiting the MFA Boston I came upon an exhibit that is hard to ignore. It glistened at me from across the room and I was drawn through the gallery by the shiny surfaces fractured into a million different shards of light.<br />
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At first glance I assumed I was looking at multiple rows of glass decanters being reflected endlessly. Like a sophisticated, witty take on the fun house mirrors from carnivals of past. But in this case, there was no distortion or warping of any kind. Simply perfect repetition of perfect glass vessels. Moving to a side view of the display, I was surprised to see that just one row of vessels in a staggered formation was used to generate this seemingly infinite mirage. The artist's concept for this work suggests that it "attempts to depict the capitalist notion that all objects are eternally repeatable, that everything can be remanufactured endlessly without regard to era, geography, or culture". I decide to leave behind the weighty questions of capitalism just dwell in just the visual itself. Over time I am pulled deeper into the mirrored facade and wishing I could walk back as far as my eyes can see. This wouldn't be the first time I have wanted to take up residence in a work of art. But more about that in my future post "Top Five Paintings I Want to Live In".<br />
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<a href="http://www.mfa.org/collections/object/endlessly-repeating-twentieth-century-modernism-503178" target="_blank">http://www.mfa.org/collections/object/endlessly-repeating-twentieth-century-modernism-503178</a>Carol Abramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02715611067970958096noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021442274487235918.post-42077534409493823432014-12-28T17:16:00.000-08:002014-12-28T19:26:54.987-08:00The Staggering Weight of a Delicate Flower<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This beautiful orchid was recently given to me by two very thoughtful (and optimistic) friends. I am mesmerized by the colorful paper thin petals that evoke tropical birds in flight. The fragrant blooms remind me that the return of warm weather and flowers are not far away. I plan on sniffing the sweet scent as often as possible and hope to enjoy this lovely plant through winter and beyond. Except I know I will not. Because, this is not my first orchid. Or even my second. It may be my third or fourth, but I am choosing to forget exactly how many times in my life I have killed these tender beauties.<br />
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I remember my first orchid vividly. It was sent by an appreciative client and I was immediately smitten. I had never owned one before and was in awe of its unique, fragile beauty. The directions seemed simple enough that even I, a well known plant killer, could follow. Simply add "X" amount of water "X" times a week. How hard could that be?<br />
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Well, honestly, that would be more challenging for me than most people. While I have always taken great care of my children and dogs, plants are unfortunately linked directly to my self-care. When I am off the rails my needy, green friends shall go unwatered. Plants are expendable. Kids and pets are not. My roots growing in and hair two months past a cut? Haven't seen the gym in two weeks? You can be sure plants all around me are dropping dead.<br />
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Yet, here I am again, having been deemed a trustworthy guardian for this living miracle of nature. I would like to tell you that this time will be different. Because THIS orchid is an "Ice Cube Orchid" and all that is required of me is that I place three ice cubes in the pot once a week. But unfortunately so were orchids #2 and 3. Or was it #3 and 4? Either way, I apologize in advance to my generous friends, nature in general and most of all... to my hopelessly doomed orchid.Carol Abramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02715611067970958096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021442274487235918.post-77599212066500864032014-12-14T09:44:00.000-08:002014-12-14T09:44:15.007-08:00Dreaming in Color<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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I can't imagine more appealing lodging for designers, artists and others who are hyper aware of color. This new boutique hotel is cleverly designed with a motif that plays off of the iconic Pantone color chips.<br />
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Long before graphic designers started selecting digital color on a computer screen, they used the Pantone Matching System, which was referred to by the acronym PMS. Over time, as the term PreMenstrual Syndrome (PMS) worked its way into popular culture the use of the Pantone acronym slipped away and is rarely used now.<br />
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Equivalent to a doctor and stethoscope, the Pantone swatch book was once an essential tool for the designer. Now, the Pantone color system remains an important part of print design, but takes a back seat to digital color systems.<br />
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In a smart move, Pantone inserted themselves into popular culture with their bright, innovative line of products touting Pantone brand. They also have positioned themselves as the arbiter of color and now annually designate "The Color of the Year". This year's color (drum roll please)... "Marsala". <a href="http://www.pantone.com/pages/index.aspx?pg=21163" target="_blank">http://www.pantone.com/pages/index.aspx?pg=21163</a> The Pantone Color Institute's trend forecasting can be a valuable tool for product designers and anyone looking to create a contemporary image through color choice.<br />
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While I enjoy the bluster and excitement of a storm like today's... I am also reminded that we are headed into the season of limited visibility. Without warning we can be thrust into a cave of snow as storms drop multiple feet of the cold white stuff on our homes. Just a few years ago we had snow so extreme that I literally couldn't see out of any of the windows in my home. Frantically, I tried using a broom to carve out a tunnel of vision. The broom was no match for the snow, so then I brought in the big guns and used my heavy duty steel shovel to unearth a view for myself. After a lot of digging, which included great quantities of snow ending up INSIDE my home... I opened up a tiny porthole into the outdoors. And then I could breathe again.<br />
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What is it about the feeling of being trapped inside with no view out? Is there a primal quality in some of us that forces us to keep the outdoors in view at all times?Carol Abramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02715611067970958096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021442274487235918.post-15823188187591514482014-12-08T09:34:00.001-08:002014-12-08T09:35:04.579-08:00Clarification on DesaturationIn the images I posted, I did NOT Photoshop/desaturate the lake image at top. Nature did that.Carol Abramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02715611067970958096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021442274487235918.post-19840876856285080152014-12-07T12:29:00.000-08:002014-12-07T21:37:24.002-08:00Where have all the colors gone?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here we are at the winter of my discontent. Actually, I am discontented all winters, but only now beginning to understand the role that color plays in my unhappiness. Each fall New England explodes in its best show of the year. Vibrant greens gently transform into a gorgeous display featuring brilliant oranges, golds and reds. People travel to our region to see the seasonal spectacle and then quickly disappear to more temperate parts of the world as they know what happens next. Winter. The season that robs our landscape of all life-affirming hues. Just as the autumn leaves start to deepen into a second act, winter cruelly blows them away, leaving behind the dismal world of grays.<br />
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In graphic design there are many occasions where a designer may need to soften the intensity of an image so they can place type or other images on top. The easiest way to do this is to convert an image from full color to grayscale. Photoshop has a clever option that will do the dirty work in one heartless step called "desaturate". With a simple mouse click the photo or illustration has millions of colors sucked out and then replaced by 256 of shades of gray.<br />
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And so it is with winter. Sure, we may see some dusty mauves, smoky greens and dreary shades of brown and gray. On lucky days we might even be blessed with a cobalt blue sky or virginal snow gently hinting of lilac. For the next few months we will dwell in this world desaturated, but eventually spring arrive and debut the pure, verdant greens that signal have made it to the other side. And no one will be happier than me.Carol Abramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02715611067970958096noreply@blogger.com3