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Hello to my friends around the world!

I am so happy to have Karen’s okay to go ahead and share her newsletter.  Every month, I receive it and enjoy the poems, her thoughts and her awesome paintings as well as her news.  I always feel better after reading it.  So I invite you to enjoy it this month along with me.  You will also see that she has included a write up about me!  Near the bottom!  So please share this post on Linked in, Twitter or wherever else you wish to share it. 

I send to all of you – Love and Light,

Laara WilliamSen,

International professional painter,

Art educator, Vancouver Lower Mainland, B.C. CANADA

Wonder connects us in an arc of energy, an arc of synergy.
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The first month of a year always feels fresh. The cold atmosphere makes everything smell fresh; snow transforms the outer world. It is an open time, a time to wonder. Wondering can take us back to a place within, when curiosity was a constant presence.For nearly a month our garden has been visited by this sparrow hawk. It is beautiful, sleek and decisive. (There are many more feathers on the ground than in previous winters.)
“When Hawk swoops into your life be ready for a whole new level of awareness developing in your mind and spirit. Hawk bears observation skills and broad perspectives on His wings. You could not ask for a better companion…..
Hawk is often a messenger from Angels, Devas and the Divine. He signals a time in your life when you need to focus on what’s ahead and prepare for a leadership role. Your global vision is a potent helpmate in this. Just as the Hawk, you are ready to fly higher than ever before.” 
For more on how animals are harbingers of many things, visit here: https://whatismyspiritanimal.com/spirit-totem-power-animal-meanings/birds/hawk-symbolism-meaning/For a few days, I wondered how they knew when Hawk was about. The feeder would be full, and seed scattered on the ground; but the garden bare of birds. Later in the day, 14 morning doves would be feasting away, and more than 20 sparrows taking raucous turns at the stocked tube. Sometimes this dance of present/absent goes on all day.I wonder what the birds do when they get cold. I often wonder where birds sleep at night. I wonder what they dream about. What do birds see out of their eyes? Do they take in a lot more information than we do; and is time faster or slower in their experience of it?
I’ve often wondered what the clouds do at night; what might they wish for?
I’m less interested in wondering about things I can easily answer. What a mean, tight place that puts the imagination!What are you wondering about?

Below: Little Cloud Wants Something Else, 18k gold on patterned, prepared paper, image 12″ diameter, overall, 31″x23.25″, $1,800.

Please join me on Tuesday evening, February 6, from 5:30-7:30pm for this opening reception:

The Impact of Art: artists find refuge and regeneration through their art

Art Times Two        the gallery at Princeton Brain and Spine
731 Alexander Road, suite 200, Princeton, NJ 08540

Anne Elliott, Karen Fitzgerald, Shellie Jacobson, Charlene Lutz, Sarah Morejohn, Maria Pisano
curated by Madelaine Shellaby

The exhibition runs through August, 2018.

Here are new things I am working on: a suite of paintings with black backgrounds. On the left, Night Clouds, image 11″ diameter, oil on prepared paper, 19.5″x14.5″ overall. On the Right, Night Clouds, image 18″ diameter, oil on prepared paper, 31″x26″ overall. Left, $800.; right, $2,000.
Here is a feature about my work at Alpha and Omega Arts:


There’s a terrific exhibition at the Westchester Community College Fine Arts Gallery through March 10, 2018.

Séance, by Carla Rae Johnson.

She says this about her work:
“My sculpture is directly connected to ideas and often addresses issues of social, political, and cultural import.   As an artist, I find the most challenging forms and concepts at the intersection of the visual and the verbal.  Begun in 2000, “The Séance Series” suggests imagined meetings between unlikely pairs; creative individuals that never met during their lifetimes:   Emily Dickinson with Marcel Duchamp, Hildegard of Bingen with Herman Melville, Bessie Smith with Ludwig van Beethoven and Audre Lorde with Abraham Lincoln.

Each of the pairs in “ The Séance Series” plays a game. Lorde and Lincoln play “bridge.”   This bridge is not a card game, but a physical, symbolic span across an obstacle.   I think Audre Lorde would have confronted Lincoln on issues of race, power, and privilege, so it is Lincoln who must build the bridge.   Not a straightforward crossing, this is a difficult, jagged transition; composed of huge steps, twists, inclines, and internal tensions.   At the top of the center of the crossing is a “spirit-level” symbolic of the quest to equalize and create a more level ground.   Beneath the bridge sits the “house.” Emblematic of the existing social structure, “the master’s house,” is the obstacle that must be bridged with understanding and common ground, level ground, so that together Lorde and Lincoln can dismantle its walls and work toward a just future.

Above Right: Audre Lorde Meets Abraham Lincoln, from The Séance Series, 2nd view, wood & rope, 75″x96″x48″, 2007

Above Left: Hildegard von Bingen Meets Herman Melville, from The Séance Series, DETAIL, wood (maple), 54″x36″x71”, 2001

You can find gallery hours and directions here:

Elinore Schnurr is a co-traveler – a terrific artist who works in Long Island City. We have known each other many years. Currently, you can commission, or acquire one of Elinore’s excellent paintings at a 15% discount: simply contact her and use this code (18*1504) when you finalize your purchase.

Don’t procrastinate – this special offer is only available through this newsletter, and it will expire on March 31, 2018.


Above: LOOKING IN ON FLORENT II   oil on board  18” x 22”   2013 (framed) $ 2,200.00

Florent was an all night diner on Gansevoort Street in the Meat Packing District in Manhattan, close to where the Whitney Museum is now. The food was cheap, the ambience was artists. This view caught a glimpse of the interior from outside the window as I passed by on a busy Saturdayafternoon.
Below: THE UN AND CHRYSLER BUILDINGS AT SUNRISE  oil on linen  24″ x 29”   2017
$ 4,600  (strip-framed)
There is a short time, called “slack tide,” when the currents change direction and the river becomes still like glass. That is the only time we see reflections of the buildings on the river. At sunrise in summer, the light turns stone and glass into one of the natural wonders of our planet.

Do you wonder how you can find career development support?

Look below!

Artists! I am putting together a pilot course so that you can achieve local and international exhibitions, and recognition through The Professional Development Mentoring for Artists course.  I will be teaching the foundation of professional career development through written and live classes, with coaching in between classes based on my career of thirty years as an art educator and international professional painter.

I am excited about serving the larger online world of artists.  I want to help you achieve your successful art career.

So that I can refine my content and better understand what you may need, please book a free one hour online coaching call with me.


I’m looking forward to chatting with you about your work, and what your career dreams are!

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Hello to my friends around the world!

I hope that you are enjoying the Autumn weather and that all is well in your world!


The author Darlene Pagan has chosen my painting THE ELEMENTS Fire #6 for the cover of her latest book of poetry called ‘SETTING THE FIRES.’  Darlene is a very talented author and I am honored to have this painting serve such an eclectic purpose.    Below is a photograph of the cover! For a limited time you can visit http://www.airliepress.org to purchase “SETTING THE FIRES” at a prepublication price of $12.00.  You will have the ever expanding experience of discovery by purchasing this amazing poetry book!


SETTING THE FIRES Darlene Pagan www.airliepress.org cover painting Laara WilliamSen cover design Airlie Press (c) 2015 Copyrighted

SETTING THE FIRES Darlene Pagan http://www.airliepress.org cover painting Laara WilliamSen cover design Airlie Press (c) 2015 Copyrighted



REVIEWS OF “SETTING THE FIRES“ Poetry book by Darlene Pagen


“Oh, Darlene Pagan, where have you been all my reading life with your hard-hitting poems, your luminous words, your insights and mesmerizing cadences, your stories, your quirky visions, your lines so sharp and well-honed they glint like a knife edge as they cut through to the heart, your singular strategies with language, metaphor, with silences and syntax, your way of looking at the world? Here are poems I’ve been hungering to read, the poet I’ve been waiting to discover.”

  • JULIA ALVAREZ, author of Homecoming, The Woman I Kept to Myself, In the Time of the Butterflies.  


“A lively sensibility is at work and play in Setting the Fires.  Irreverent and fully American, these poems are crackling with irrepressible humor and an eye for the quirky detail.  I also admire their clear language and scopy of subject matter, from childhood to adulthood, from the personal to the political, they leave a record of a self wide awake to the world.“

  • DORIANNE LAUX, author of sThe Book of men, Facts About the Moon.



“In SETTING THE FIRES, by Darlene Pagan, fire is a literal combustion and a huger that claims both the natural world and the human heart.  Whether in the passion between lovers, the wonder of childhood, the threat of violence, or in the seed of inspiration, fire is an element of loss and destruction necessary for renewal and cleansing. 

Darlene Pagan is the auther of a chapbook of poems BLUE GHOSTS (Finishing Line Press 2011).  Her poems and essays have appeared in many journals, including Field Magazine, Calyx, Hiram Poetry Revoew and Literal Latte, and earned national awards and nominations for Pushcart Prizes and Best of the Net.  She teaches at Pacific University in Forest Grove Oregon.“Text above is copyrighted (c) 2015 by Airlie Press, Portland, Oregon.  Published with permission of the author, Darlene Pagan.


I highly recommend that you take a peek at the preview of SETTING THE FIRES and get your copy at prepublication price of $12.00 http://www.airliepress.org 



I send to you my very best wishes for rainy days with good soup, cosy nights with a good book, long walks in the autumn leaves and of course lots of Love and Light,


Laara WilliamSen

International professional painter

Vancouver, B.C., Canada



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I recently heard about TheWhole9.com and Founder, Lisa Schultz`amazing effort to bring The Peace Project 2011 into the world community. I am thrilled to be a contributing artist and one of the top selected artists. Please visit and consider a donation that will help provide crutches for amputees in Sierra Leone. http://www.thepeaceproject.com/operation-rise.php


inside my eye 
there is a place of infinite Peace 
through the mist rising in the light 
of the new moon
we can dance 
to the same ancient and future desires 
we are the earth and stars 
one heartbeat, one breath, one song 

we are Peace rising

Author: Laara WilliamSen

Laara WilliamSen original oil PEACE RISES cropped square from 20 x 24 inches MOONLIGHT IN THE TREES (C) 2011 All Rights Reserved except for the Whole 9 exhibition Peace Rises.

The image submitted for Peace Rising is cropped to a square from an oil painting on canvas titled “Moonlight in the Trees.” Sized 20 x 24 inches. Laara WilliamSen International professional painter, author Vancouver, B.C. Canada http://www.thewhole9.com/thepeaceproject-full.php?id=1306
Laara WilliamSen


2:01 am
February 23, 2010

In these rare hours

spiral corridors of thoughts shuttle

a wild dictation pre-empting logic

where impossible seeds take hold

in my landless neurology

dissolving drop by drop

into my sleep darkly.

So…..having slept a dreamless sleep, I awakened this morning and moved through the day with an ever increasing need to fantasize about a world filled with people who care about one another deeply.

A world where no one suffers and the air and water are clean.

A world where there is no war…no more killing and senseless diseases are conquered.

Hey, I can dream. Why don’t you join me!

I have this theory which is not my own but based on scientific data.

The one hundredth monkey syndrome.

On an island, far, far away there were ninety-nine monkeys.  They were quite hungry and yet playful.  They began to play with the stones on a beach.  Tossing them back and forth and up into the air.  Quite by accident, one monkey took a bite out of the stone, only to discover that it was a potato. True, monkeys would probably prefer bananas, but there were no bananas, just potatoes and once the word got around all of the ninety-nine monkey began to eat potatoes.

Now here’s the good part. Right about that time, on a nearby island, for no apparent reason, a monkey who knew nothing of the potato revelation on the first island, picked up a potato and began to eat it!

I’m not implying that we are monkeys, but really if we all dream the same dream, you never know what might happen.
Let us keep our hope, compassion and love foremost in our hearts and minds as we move through each moment of our day! Peace is possible!


Today I walked in the woods, Grandpa

not too far from where you and Gramma had the farm.

The path was moist, mulched with red leaves

and sweet smelling earth.

 A wide variety of mosses were sprouting,

clinging to dead curled up tree limbs.

Fallen logs were covered in lime green short haired moss.

I used to pick it and make gardens in shoeboxes.

Purple and browns in the tree trunks that swayed together

to form an arch where threads of sage coloured moss hung down

and the frail sun scattered droplets of light,

Hawthorn berries, rich crimson bleeding off the thorny branches

knit so tightly together     and I thought of you, Grandpa

and remembered your calloused hands,

stained crimson and deep purple from picking summer blackberries.

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