Friday, December 23, 2011

Staring into the Light

"Staring into the Light"      Watercolors    5.5x7 inches 

Maleko ©2011

A watercolor painting of a cat staring intently towards a bright light that appears to be just off the page, indifferent to what ever may be occurring behind him.  The red stocking hat points to the holiday season and the light represents the reason we celebrate Christmas.  From the first Christmas day when a star heralded a miraculous birth and the coming of a Savior that split time in two.  

May we also point our lives, moment by moment towards the source of that light.  
May we live only for His glory. 

If you are interested in purchasing prints or cards of this design please 
visit my web site on Fine Art America.  Thanks!

Merry Christmas!!! ~M

Sunday, December 18, 2011

He knows ...

"Santa's Watching"       Watercolors       Border & text added with Paint Shop Pro
Maleko ©2011

A whimsical watercolor painting of Santa Claus peering through a frosted window.  He is always watching and knows if you've been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake.

Reminds me of Jesus who is always watching us.  He sees and He knows, but we do not have to earn gifts from Him.  Jesus freely gives to those who chose to believe in Him.  His promises are sure, His love and mercy endures and He gives us the greatest gift, eternal life.

To purchase greeting cards or prints of this design or others please visit 
my artist site on Fine Art America

Merry Christmas!!!

Friday, December 16, 2011

Out of Control

"Out of Control"       Watercolors    5.5x7 inches
Maleko ©2011
A snowman sledding down a hill 'out of control' captures the often felt winter time and 
holiday emotions.  Let this be a reminder to slow down during the holiday season, reflect 
on the reasons we celebrate and not live our lives out of control.

May you and your family feel God's blessing this Christmas season.  

If you would like to purchase prints or greeting cards of this design or my 
other works of art please visit my website on Fine Art America

Merry Christmas!!! ~M

Sunday, December 11, 2011


   "Tree of Light"    
Maleko ©2011

I am His desire
I am His beloved
I am His child
Even in the darkest night

I am His joy
I am His passion
I am His child
Even as the storm rages

So..... why....
Do I feel anxious?
Do I feel alone?
Do I feel abandoned?

Be still and rest for
the Lord is good to you
Like new fallen snow 
covered by grace and love

Friday, December 9, 2011

Equine Bells

"Equine Bells"       ©Maleko 2011

Watercolor pencil and pastel drawing with Corel Paint Shop Pro border 

To view or purchase greeting cards and prints of this design or others 
please go to my website on Fine Art America

Merry Christmas!   ~M

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Snowman Play

"Snowman Play"   Watercolors  5.5 x 7.5 inches
Maleko ©2011

A simple happy snowman enjoying the time he has been given, may we all do the same!

To purchase greeting cards or prints of this painting please visit my site on Fine Art America

Thanks and Merry Christmas!!!

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Standing Firm

"Standing Firm"   

Maleko ©2011

Watercolor & Ink       30" x 22"
This design portrays the state of my life right now as I am simply standing firm while around me swirls uncertainty and confusion. But sometimes all we can do is to stand firm while the storm rages around us with a belief that the clouds will part and the sun will shine again.

The backdrop has no specific images or shapes just swirling colors to evoke that feeling of movement while in the center the horse stands quiet with a strong and resolute purpose.  The image of the horse contains many sharp edges to not only define the outline of the horses features but to show the jagged edges that exist inside of each of us that will not only hurt the ones we love but ourselves as well.  

This was painted using evaporated milk instead of water which gives a texture to the surface of the colors on the paper.  This a larger piece of paper than I normally use but like the freedom it gives in working on a larger scale.  The border was added using Corel Paint Shop Pro to the digital image.

Comments are welcome, what do you see or feel when viewing the painting?   

To view and purchase prints or greeting cards of this design, visit my web page at Fine Art America

Thanks ~M

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Santa Claus is Coming to Town


"Santa Claus is Coming to Town"           ©Maleko 2011

 Watercolor pencil & pastel drawing with Corel Paint Shop Pro border.

To purchase greeting cards and prints of this design please go to my website on Fine Art America.

Thanks and Merry Christmas!

Friday, November 25, 2011

Sunshine Gallop"

"Sunshine Gallop"                      ©Maleko 2011
Pastel and Sharpie Maker Drawing          3 1/2 x 5 inches        Border added with Paint Shop Pro

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Thanksgiving 2011

A very short :) video that I made to remind us all to reflect with gratitude the paths we've traveled.  I believe every road has a purpose in our lives, every sorrow and every joy can be a blessing if we chose to look beyond the gray to see the color.

May we all be grateful for what we do have and even more generous.

Happy Thanksgiving!  ~M

Saturday, November 19, 2011

The blessing and curse of being a Boise State fan!

As I await the BSU - SDSU game, I reflect back to last weeks heartbreaking loss to TCU 36-35 and the lost hope of an undefeated season and a BCS Bowl game.  Living in Washington state this was the one game I targeted and drove back with my family to Idaho to watch in person.  Oh well, sports will take you to the mountain top and then push you off when you turn your back.

I have been a BSU fan since the early 1970's, my dad and my sister and myself both graduated from BSU, so you could say it has been a family affair for over 40 years.  I have watched BSU win a Division 1-AA title and then move onto Division 1-A success with struggles in between.  But the last few years have been nothing short of amazing!

With the wins, the notoriety and even the critics the ride has been a whirlwind.  With the highest win percentage at 0.873 (124-18) since 2000; 2 Fiesta Bowl wins including the 2007 thriller versus Oklahoma; Sports Illustrated covers and the famous blue turf, BSU has amassed a national following and even a measure of respect.  With that, the expectations have risen almost to unrealistic proportions.

Nothing short of an undefeated season, a conference championship and a BCS bowl game is accepted.  This is absurd, most college football programs have never experienced success at the level BSU has sustained over the last several years much less for even back to back seasons.  Expectations are often not realistic but they translate to goals that we work to achieve.

I will always root for the Broncos and will always expect more than I have a right too.  But that is what being a fan is all about, right?  Win or lose my heart will always be blue, I am proud to be a Bronco alum!

Go Big Blue!!!   Boise State Broncos!

(Colored pencil drawings with paint shop pro border and text     Maleko ©2011)

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Face Off

"Face Off"              ©Maleko 2011
Colored Pencil & Pastel Drawing           9x7 inches       Border added with Paint Shop Pro   

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Red Sun Rising

"Red Sun Rising" ©Maleko 2011

Colored Pencil & Pastels             3 1/2 x 5 inches 
Border added with Paint Shop Pro

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Tell Me Your Name

I wrote these words in December of 2004 one month after my daughter was born.  It is based on the scene from the movie 'Gladiator' in which Maximus is in the Roman coliseum and is forced to turn and address the emperor Commodus when he is asked to tell him his name.  

Years earlier Commodus had murdered his father Marcus Aurelius and ordered the execution of Maximus and his family, thereby claiming rule of the Roman Empire.  Maximus escaped being killed but later was captured and was forced into becoming a gladiator in the ring fighting for his life for the amusement of the crowds.  

However, when his defining moment arrived he turned faced the murderer of his family boldly proclaiming who he was.  Through the journey and struggles Maximus never forgot who he was, he knew his name, he knew it with all his heart.  I pray that we alI do the same.  ~M

Monday, October 31, 2011

Eternal Magic - Part 3

Eternal Magic - Part 1 
Eternal Magic - Part 2 

He discovereth deep things out of darkness, and bringeth out to light the shadow of death.

The creatures continued to advance; Sadee Jayne’s barks became filled with aggression and fear.  Within the mind of each family member at the same time the word ‘surrender’ was heard as clear as if it had been spoken by someone standing next to them.  They each looked at each other in turn, with a dawning recognition in their eyes.  A freezing chill settled deeper in the air and began to penetrate their hearts as the fires light began to wane.  They knew they could not save themselves and the realization drove them to their knees still holding tightly to one another. 

Words of belief, of devotion, of love and worship quickly passed across their lips into the cold frigid night in an effort to accept what seemed an inevitable fate.  A long forgotten magic and wisdom began to dance in the air as the small family huddled together still clasping hands.  Silent prayers were fervently whispered and offered up to the throne of heaven as stars swayed in the sky as if hanging from invisible string.

Suddenly, the last rays of the setting sun emerged from behind low lying clouds on the western horizon, blazing light across the landscape.  The owl had disappeared quietly into the night as the air became filled with a power so tangible you could almost hold it in your arms.  A brilliant gold illuminated the darkness and the shadows.  The creatures were filled from the center with a pure white light that pierced them from within as the suns light reached them before they could retreat. 

Each creature recoiled and writhed in pain, erupting in low screams just barely audible for the human ear to hear.  Slowly each creature began to melt inward, as ice on the sidewalk on a hot summer’s day, back into the earth from where they had come.  The image of the apparitions completely disappeared as the kingdom advanced heralding a power that calmed their hearts.

The prayers of the three had became bolder with power and expectation as they turned from pleas of rescue to voices raised in worship to an eternal hope offered freely from heaven.  The owls’ ability and vision to see in the dark had supplied a warning and revealed a truth that darkness can be overcome by a deeper magic that shines a light into all dark places.  After the creatures had completely vanished a silent calm had returned to the night.           

The sun dropped beyond the horizon as night settled over the land once again and the campfires’ light blazed brightly.  The realization of the power they had just witnessed combined with feelings of whether the experience had all only been a dream.  The family vowed to remember and share with others, that there is an eternal magic that reveals mysteries from the darkness and brings the deep darkness into the light.

    THE END  ©Maleko 2011

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Eternal Magic - Part 2

He discovereth deep things out of darkness, and bringeth out to light the shadow of death.

Civilizations have both revered and feared the owl as a symbol of the underworld.  The ability to navigate easily through the night has tied the owl to the secrets we all hold in the dark places in our hearts.  Often thought throughout the ages to be a shape-shifter that heralds the coming of evil or dark wisdom, a link to spiritual things the material world has long forgotten.  But some see the owl as a warning for those who would heed its presence, sent as a guide to discover hidden timeless truths which hold forgotten wisdom.

Civilizations have both revered and feared the owl as a symbol of the underworld.  The ability to navigate easily through the night has tied the owl through history to the secrets we all hold in the dark places in our hearts.  Often thought throughout the ages to be a shape-shifter that heralds the coming of evil or dark wisdom, a link to spiritual things the material world has long forgotten.  But some see the owl as a warning for those who would heed its presence, sent as a guide to discover hidden timeless truths which hold forgotten wisdom.

The owl’s hoots became more frequent and intense as Sadee Jayne voiced low growls in the dark while standing stiff, poised for attack, strained against the full length of her chain.  The air suddenly was charged with an unseen energy.  Flames suddenly shoot upward out of the campfire into the sky, but no heat could be felt from the raging inferno.  At the edge of the glow cast by the fires light dark shadows began to emerge from the tree line filling the night with an oppressive terror released from the depths of the earth.  Shadows, numbering in the hundreds, were slowly moving forward and appeared at once human in shape but with no distinguishable features save for glowing metallic eyes.  The silhouettes showed familiar human like appendages; legs, arms, hands but the edges remained hazy as if advancing from out of a foggy mist.

In fear the family of three quickly clasped hands forming an unbroken circle as the shadows continued to advance slowly out of the darkness drawing nearer and nearer.  It was possible now to discern that the shadows appeared as creatures from the spirit world that had taken on physical form.  The little girl shrieked in fear as the apparitions continued their slow march forward.  As the three began to pray their prayers slowed the forward movement of the dark figures for a moment when voiced with no hesitation or doubt.  But with any break in the prayers and the cadence of their voices, then the slow plodding march forward of the figures would begin again.  The creatures appeared to gather strength and resolve that as they came closer.

No sound could be heard as the creatures crossed the ground seeming to float just above it.  Did they lack a mass to their form?  Visions of demons danced through the head of each member of the family from stories they had heard; grotesque and cruel, things most people only seemed to believe in their nightmares.  But this was real and only a greater power, which had existed long before these creatures could stop the attack.  It was a deeper kind of magic that echoed across eternity, one in which these creatures long ago turned from and chose not to believe.  Prayers become more fervent as the terror inside rose and they clung tightly to one another.  The parents frantically shielding their beloved daughter’s eyes from the gruesome figures that now hunted them.   (END PART 2)

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Eternal Magic - Part 1

He discovereth deep things out of darkness, and bringeth out to light the shadow of death.   

The flames from the campfire eagerly licked the dry wood as they climbed higher into the night, casting dancing shadows into the nearby forest.  Three silent figures sat close to the flames to feel the heat and cut the chill as the temperature dropped quickly with the setting of the autumn sun. The quiet and stillness of the early evening was welcomed by the small family after the day of adventure.

As late evening began to settle over the land like a thick blanket, a feeling of expectation and stillness hung heavy in the night air.  The only sound came from the crackling and popping of the campfire, flames sending prophetic visions dancing into the night. Anticipation arose within the hearts of this family of three.  Stars twinkled in the sky as distant galaxies were being born and dying as eternity journeyed ever onward.  Far from the light pollution of the cities and towns the heavens began to unveil a cosmic light show that was sure to be beyond compare.

The family consisting of father, mother and daughter spoke in hushed tones so as not to disturb the majesty of creation that they were witnessing on this night.  The only movement occurred when the fire needed tended and this was done quickly and with little wasted effort.  Occasionally their trusted companion, a dog named Sadee Jayne would move as she lay dozing just outside the fires light keeping a silent vigil against the night.

The last small glow from the sun was disappearing beyond the horizon when a high pitched screech that split open the silence of the night elicited a low growl from Sadee Jayne.  The shriek reverberated through the dark air as if carried on the wind through the trees and across the land, the sound chilling their hearts.  As the silence settled once again, the flickering flames reflected in their eyes as they looked at one another across the campfire as the moments slowly ticked past, their hearts beating fast with breathless anticipation.

The youngest of the group spotted the feathered creature first perched high up at the top of the trunk of a long dead tree with no limbs some twenty yards outside their camp.  The owl was a snowy white color with grey markings against the blue of the twilight sky, accustomed to the darkness, familiar with and unafraid of the shadows that dwell there.  Its head slowly swiveled from right to left surveying their camp for reasons unknown.  The owl voiced low hooting cries of mourning that echoed into the night.      (END PART 1)

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

The Three Amigos

"The Three Amigos"              ©Maleko 2011
Colored Pencils on Black Paper      6x9 inches
Border added with Paint Shop Pro

Thursday, October 20, 2011

A White Horse

"A White Horse"   Pastels    14x16   (Black border added using Paint Shop Pro)
Maleko ©2011

Saturday, October 15, 2011

"I AM" - A Reminder from the Source

When Moses asked God what he should say if the Israelites asked him who had sent him,   

God said to Moses, "I AM WHO I AM ...'I AM has sent me to you.' " Exodus 3:14

As God is confident in His identity we should strive to only see our identity from this perspective also as we were created in the image of God from the beginning,

Then God said, "Let Us make man in Our Image, according to Our Likeness;" Genesis 1:26

We are created in the image of God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit, imprinted with that nature, why should we not live like it?  With confidence from the source of all love and all power, willing to make the ultimate sacrifice.  How different might our lives be, what kind of impact could we make on our families, our communities and the world?

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Out of the Sun

"Out of the Sun"
Maleko ©2011

"Out of the Sun" Negative Image
Maleko ©2011

"Out of the Sun" 
Maleko ©2011
The original drawing at the top measures 3.5 x 5 inches and was done using pastels and colored pencils.  The middle design is the digital negative image of the original.  All images have an added digital picture frame with the second and third a black border added using Paint Shop Pro.   Enjoy! ~M

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Blood Stains

After swallowing the last gulps, he set down the empty can on the corner of the coffee table.  The hoped for solace that drink normally brought seemed to evade him on this night and exhaustion remained, yet sleep seemed to reside only on some far distant shore.  The silent darkness of the house that used to be a home only served to allow the persistent voices in his head to scream louder, eventually driving him out the front door and into the night.  How long he stood next to the tree, barefoot in the grass, he had no idea. The other houses that lined both sides of the street were dark and all the world seemed to be asleep in peace.  All was quiet except the low hum of electricity as it traveled through the wires to feed the glowing street lights.

His right hand was leaning on the knob end of a baseball bat as if an old man in need of a cane.  The thought of why had he carried this outside flashed through his mind and was just as quickly gone.  It was the very bat she had placed beside the front door in case she should ever have a need of a weapon close at hand.  He grabbed the handle with both hands, he had always enjoyed the feel of a wooden bat in his hands and the weight just felt right.  His grip fit perfectly as his fingers curled around the handle.  Holding the bat filled him with a dangerous sense of strength and power.

He could feel his heart beating louder and louder in his ears, his blood coursing through his veins as surges of energy careened through his body as his muscles began to tense.  The world around him slowly faded away from view and before him stood only the tree.  The round trunk stretched upwards anchored by firm roots hidden deeply within the ground.  Branches grew outwards in what appeared to be many haphazard directions, most branches alive with leaves, a few dead and dry.  The tree was life, a voluminous text telling a story and detailing each experience and dream along the way, each branch a turning point in his life.  The leaves held tight the emotions that accompanied the events of each memory that was remembered.  The lifeless branches revealed little as the memories of these experiences had faded from his mind over the years.  As he stared up into the tree's canopy each branch morphed into distinct memories of a life built on hope for the future and then wholly lost as fate seemed to conspire against the desires of his heart.

The frozen silence of the night was shattered by a loud crack as the wooden bat struck the tree trunk.  He did not even realize that he had swung the bat, but as each memory blazed before his eyes he swung the bat over and over. The tree quivered only slightly with each blow, standing strong and resilient against the vicious onslaught.  Each swing was fueled by grief and rage over what was lost, never to return.  Memories flashed hot, the bat hurtled through the air against wood again and again, until his shoulders began to ache.  The quiet was shattered by the crack of wood on wood as the bat slowly began to splinter from the force of the repeated blows against the tree.  He continued unrelenting as the fury rose inside him like a volcanic eruption long held in check within the depths of the earth, driving him past the limits of exhaustion.

The cascade of blows finally began to slow as his strength waned, at last he stood gasping for breath, head down, the bat lying motionless in the grass at the bottom of the trunk.  The tree was silent before him almost mocking his unsuccessful and feeble efforts at destruction.  He eventually fell to his knees and finally came to a sitting position with his back against the very trunk that had noiselessly absorbed blow after blow of his merciless rage and anguish driven attack.  He sat soundlessly through the remainder of the night, his body physically shattered; the fatigue blunted the pain and allowed his mind a small respite from the chorus of voices in his head.   

The sun began to rise, and light crawled out of the dark of the night revealing the dawn of a new day.  He sighed and moved every so slightly as his shoulders throbbed, his hands and fingers stiff and aching, but his mind and heart laid bare to the nonsense questions to which there were no answers.  As the mornings light grew ever brighter unhindered by his sorrow, he looked down at his hands which were stained in a murky crimson of his own dried blood.  As he stared at the sight, angels whispered about innocent blood that was shed once, in the ultimate sacrifice long ago, so the crushed hopes of this world may be redeemed and reborn in eternity and a small smile crossed his lips as he raised his face to the warm glory of the rising sun.

~Maleko (October 2011)

Monday, October 3, 2011

Myth Takes Flight

"Myth Takes Flight"      Pastels on Black Paper  6x9     ©Maleko 2011

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Climbing Out of the Abyss

The abyss of anxiety and depression is a deep cavern of dark indecision and self-loathing that many, including I, have journeyed through.  The black surrounds, a thousand voices screaming in your head without a sound.  The angst is like a velvet fog, soft and thick covering everything, greying the colors of life.  The abyss beckons continuously, promising a false comfort there.  

Life is..., not what was hoped and planned for
Life is..., the truths we believe about our experiences
Life is..., living, learning, loving and letting go

Fate conspires to break your heart and healing only comes once you are broken.  A thousand steps forward only to find yourself sliding slowly backwards as if drawn by an invisible force.  Reaching, grasping, clawing to the edge of the abyss.  Looking up, looking out, looking forward to the light, away from the dark.  To begin anew from here, right where you are, taking one small step of faith to begin the journey and begin climbing out of the abyss.                  Maleko ©2011

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Life Never Repeats - Variations On A Theme!

They say that the same thing never comes around in the same way twice and I believe that.  I enjoy taking a design and using different colors and mediums to create a unique and different version of the original idea, variations on a theme!  
Here are some variations on the same horse design!

Pastels and Colored Pencil Drawing 
Maleko ©2011
Pastels and Sharpie Marker Drawing 
Maleko ©2011
Pastel Drawing 
Maleko ©2011
Pastels and Colored Pencil Drawing 
Maleko ©2011

Thursday, September 22, 2011

The Three Amigos

"The Three Amigos"   Colored Pencil Drawing on Black Paper   6x9    Paint Shop Pro Border
      ©Maleko 2011

Saturday, September 17, 2011


"Frenzy"  Pastel & Colored Pencil Drawing (6x9) 

This is another version of a design previously posted as Bucking Broncos!  in July of this year.  I like taking the same design or drawing and seeing how different colors and mediums can create an entirely different picture and convey another emotion.  The colors in this drawing seemed to evoke a feeling of frenzied energy and strength amidst a brilliant sunset.  Enjoy! ~M

Sunday, September 11, 2011

America Rises - 911 10 Year Anniversary

A tribute to the 911 tragedy that occurred 10 years ago and remembering those that lost their lives and those that gave all they had to save and serve others.

'America Rises'  11x14  Crayon & Ink Wash ©Maleko 2011
The design above represents the will and strength of this great country as we have risen from the ashes of that tragic day 10 years ago on wings of mercy and grace.  Revenge never brings redemption & bitterness only shackles the wings that carry our dreams of the future. ~M  "God Bless!"

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Azure Mystic

"Azure Mystic"  Pastel drawing on black paper  (6x9)    ©Maleko 2011

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Butterfly Angel

"Butterfly Angel"    Pastel & Colored Pencil Drawing on Black Paper (6x9)          ©Maleko 2011

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

'Simply Curious'

'Simply Curious'  12x9  Mixed Media - watercolors, pastels and colored pencil

This horse seems to me to be 'simply curious' as the 
tilt of the head and the eye indicate he is looking 
at something below him but what?

Saturday, August 27, 2011

'Seduction in Blue' (Horse Art)

'Seduction in Blue'       
Watercolor - 24x18 - Black Border added with  Paint Shop Pro - ©Maleko 2011

I love the way this painting came out as the mare (I assume she is a female) is glancing over her right shoulder as she peers from behind her mane as it is blown across her face by the wind.  The eye and the tilt of the head and the blue colors convey the emotion of the moment.  What are her intentions?

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

A Good Death

The low hum of the fluorescent lights overhead buzzed like flies on a hot summer afternoon as the electricity surged.  The hiss of air slowly escaping from the breathing tube attached to the electronic pump droned on in endless monotony.  Footfalls of rubber soles on linoleum could be heard coming form the hallway a nurse walked quickly by.  As the final breath escaped, the silence of each individual in the room combined to a deafening chorus as the walls slowly closed in.  Hesitatingly each person made their way to the door and out into the stark cold hallway of the hospital.  An occasional deep sigh could be heard and silent tears were wiped away.

Family wanted him to come home with them.  They cajoled, almost pleading that he needed to be with others especially family right now.  Or was it that they did not want to be alone to face their own pain and the experience of a life slowly fading into the dark.  If they could spend their energies on helping and comforting him, maybe they would not have to face the ache and they might hurt just a little bit less.

But in the end, he knew with total certainty that this path, this new journey, started now and he best get on with it.  What lay before him would began with one small step away from every thing he had every known.  God and history never repeats and nothing could or would ever be the same.

Scarcely remembering the trip back to the house; he approached in the waning hours of late evening as darkness of the approaching night began to settle.  The house that they had called home was dark and silent, the key in the lock and the creak of the hinges as the door slowly opened screamed a defiant cry in the silence.  There was emptiness in the air that seemed to permeate and cover everything.  What was previously there was now gone, vanished from the space as the ocean tide recedes from the shore.  The tide would wash over the land once again and atoms of matter in a dance of electrical frenzy had already filled in the space in which her form had previously occupied.

He sat in silence as time slowly ticked past, the beating of his heart counting the memories, the realization that this is how it would forever be.  Evening became night and the darkness fell over everything and he felt the blackness like the weight of a heavy blanket.  There was no awareness of time as the pain was too raw, too real; the shock permeated to his core so that no tears came.  The confusion would not allow a coherent thought; dark that surrounded him taunted an emptiness and futility that he should embrace.

At long last without a thought he stood up and went room to room throughout the house in the dark gathering the multitude of small white votive candles that she had purchased saying you can never have enough candles.  Carrying the candles out into the night he slowly placed them around the yard where moments of joy and happiness had been shared.  As he did so memories emerged of family gatherings, barbecue's, games, quiet evenings watching the sunset, the hours of work to turn the space into their own little refuge against the world. 

As each candle was placed he would light the wick with a match and the smell of sulfur would waft slowly into the night air.  The flame of each match sprang to life and then gave its life to light the wick of the white candle which would burn on long after the matches’ light was extinguished.  With each candle that was lit the flames created shadows across the landscape, dancing through the limbs of the trees, bouncing off the flower petals and reflecting colors that were hidden by the dark.  Light blazed around him as he sat in silence and reflected on the journey they had shared and the twist in the road on which he now must wander. 

Each white votive candle burned bright, but each one was unique, no two flames the same, but each shared a link to the other, somehow connected.  The memories flowed as a river of water, slowing in pools to quietly reflect and at times crashing in like rapids strong and dangerous.  Time seemed to have no meaning and the candles light continued to burn.

A slow realization began to form that she still was and ever would be, she was now connected to more than we could ever hope to be while on this earth.  Her parting was not an end but a new beginning to explore and receive all that this earth could never offer.  The light of each candle held some of her beauty but they were only temporary reminders.  As the hours passed the candles burned slowly down each to an end in which each flame quietly died. 

As each candle’s light was extinguished the darkness began its ever present march forward to cover the land and his heart again.  But has he looked up into the heavens the candlelight had been replaced by a million twinkling stars in the sky.  Each star was a reminder of things past and they held each memory in their embrace.  She was now a light connected to all other lights, a joy in the arms of her Father and he realized the truth of a good death.  Facing the heavens lights tears streamed down his face as he silently cried in remembrance of the past and a hope of the future.

(The above is my first work of creative non-fiction, loosely based on a real life experience. ~©Maleko 2011)

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Mustang Dance

18x24 Watercolor
Paint Shop Pro Border

©Maleko 2011

The bright colors give a vivid backdrop to the mustang dancing simply for the joy of being alive and free. If only we all could live this way, every day!

Saturday, August 6, 2011

What I fear and desire most ...

What I fear and desire most in the world is God.  

I fear Him because He promises to be spontaneous, out of my control, unnamed beyond my reasonable self.  

I desire Him because God has color, like the fire that burns hot.  

He is not pale, He is not neutral.  

His light reveals the darkness of my heart.

Excerpt adapted from "Red: Passion and Patience in the Desert" by Terry Tempest Williams, © 2001

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

On Eagles Wings

"On Eagles Wings"    18x24 Watercolor       ©Maleko 2011

The white shapes imply the essential form of an eagle in flight set against the movement of colors in the sky. The wings are extended upward, talons outstretched with strength as if it is preparing to grab its prey from the earth.  

Who satisfies your years with good things, So that your
youth is renewed like the eagle.               Psalm 103:5 NASB

Friday, July 29, 2011

Blue Ice Flows Over "Adobe Dance"

View the original "Adobe Dance"  11x14  Pastels & Colored Pencil Drawing

Negative Image using Paint Shop Pro
Maleko ©2011
Negative Image using Paint Shop Pro 
with black fill background    
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Monday, July 25, 2011

To Be Truly Known

Been thinking about how each individual fits into this puzzle we call life.  Lately I have felt out of sorts and wondering if I am noticed for me or only for my contributions.  In the midst of the plethora and mass of humanity would anyone be able to pick me out of the crowd?  Would they know it was me? 

If I were a single tear that fell from the skies into the oceans deep, 
would You...know it was me?

If I were a single grain of sand laying upon an endless beach, 
would You...know it was me?

If I were a single shining star amidst the vastness of the milky way,
would You...know it was me?

If I were a single word unspoken within the minds of humankind, 
would You...know it was me?

The above was originally posted on my blog in March 2011 asking the question about being truly known by God.  I rest assured that God knows me (emphasis below added) -

Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze.  For I am the LORD, your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior -Isaiah 43:1-3

...but if anyone loves God, he is known by Him. -1 Corinthians 8:3
But now that you have come to know God, or rather to be known by God -Galatians 4:9
I rest in this assurance of a God that knows me even when all else around me seems dark, makes no sense and others seem distant.  I simply chose to believe.  Do you?
Mt St Helen's   ©2011