A nice place to visit, with bed and breakfast nearby.

3404 Mt.Pinos Way, Frazier Park, CA 93225
How can such a funky little house hold such great promise? This one does.
We had to show you the "gallery" in it's "before" condition to make sure you appreciate the changes it will go through. It's as good as done.
Check in often. When it's ready to host an opening, we hope you'll join us for a concert, poetry readings, performances on the "stage" to the left of the building. Seating will be in the native plants garden (weeds to the left). Inside will be a lovely gallery of original paintings, sculptures, giclee prints, cards and a huge "digital" showcase of the many pieces too large or cumbersome to display. We'll also feature original one of a kind clothing and handmade fiber art from "Lebecie Girl".
Our goal is to give it an inviting feel. A place that people will want to visit and hang out. It will be a touchstone for people coming to visit the amazing features of the "mountain". Our programs include networking between the fascinating artists living on the mountain and the fascinating artists visiting from the valleys below. Programs will be held in various business' throughout the mountain communities.
more later, check out our website (in progress) at:
www.artsforearth.org
love,
Chela

Wild beauty captivates us all.

Several weeks ago Arts For Earth donated three pet portraits to the California Wildlife Center for their annual fundraiser's silent auction. And several more to AADAP's Annual "Showtime" Extravaganza.
Both events were spectacular.
Celebrities came out to mingle in a "safe" place in Malibu overlooking the Pacific Ocean wilderness. Paparazzi were discreet. Divine fabric flowed like seeds in the wind and water over waterfalls. Yet, with all the human beauty the most spectacular event was the release of one beautiful, lone hawk. Pumping wind beneath it's wings to rise beyond the treetops. We all ducked as if those talons would cut us like razors on paper. This wild beauty captivated us all.
To watch it beat the odds back into the wild was to release some part of ourselves. Some wild part, unknown to most who know us. Known to those who love us most. We are NOT domesticated animals. We are silent partners of the hawk, the mountain lion, sea turtle, bobcat, deer, fox, squirrel and more.
Are our "pets" really domesticated? Or are they simply kind enough to lead the way back to our true selves? I marvel as patrons receive their pets portrait, become silent, return to their inner sanctum where dear ones know them best.
love,
Chela