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HelenART
by
Helena Marie


Helena's artwork caught my eye the minute I saw it. Beautiful, inspiring, and vivid with color. It's amazing
how she can share that with everyone.  -- Eliana Amusin, proud owner of a piece of HelenART won at auction

When Lucki asked me if I was willing to share some of my art on Earthstar Works, I was surprised and honored. As a singer, writer, poet, and visual artist, I consider my art an integral part of me, even though it's not my vocation. (My work is centered around people who have and need help with mental health matters.) I hope you find food for thought and joy in the visual and verbal art I'll be presenting here. You can email me about this page at Lucki1844@gmail.com with HELENA as the first word of the Subject line. I would love to hear from you.  SKIP TO FEEDBACK

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VISUAL ART

Copyright 2022-05-14 by Helena Marie Carnes
2022-05-14 PM (Building Vibrant Communities Conference watercolor)

Copyright 2022-05-14 by Helena Marie Carnes
2022-05-14 PM (Building Vibrant Communities Conference collage))

Copyright 2022-04-23 by Helena Marie Carnes
2022-04-23

Copyright 2022-03-05 by Helena Marie Carnes
2022-03-05

Copyright 2022-03-02 by Helena Marie Carnes
2022-03-02

Copyright 2022-02-26 by Helena Marie Carnes
2022-02-26

Copyright 2022-02-14 by Helena Marie Carnes
2022-02-14

Copyright 2022-01-22 by Helena Marie Carnes
2022-01-22

Copyright 2022-01-18 by Helena Marie Carnes
2022-01-18

Copyright 2021-12-30 by Helena Marie Carnes
2021-12-30

Copyright 2021-11-30 by Helena Marie Carnes
2021-11-30

Copyright 2020-11-20 by Helena Marie Carnes
2020-11-20

Copyright 2020-09-16 by Herlen Marie Carnes
2020-09-16

Copyright 2020-06-20 by Herlen Marie Carnes
2020-06-20

Copyright 2020-03-29 by Herlen Marie Carnes
2020-03-29

Copyright 2019-12-15 by Herlen Marie Carnes
2019-12-15

Copyright 2019-11-25 by Herlen Marie Carnes
2019-11-25

Copyright 2019-09-30 by Herlen Marie Carnes
2019-09-30

Copyright 2019-04-20 by Herlen Marie Carnes
2019-04-20

Copyright 2019-01-31 by Herlen Marie Carnes
2019-01-31


2018-06-17 (photo of 2018 Artists Of The Wall mural)

 

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VERBAL ART

END OF LIFE (2022-07-19 PM)
The End Game is so painful
Watching someone you love
Unravel and die
Watching yourself break
Into pieces
A million tiny little bits of glass
Waiting to cut you.
See? This is my heart,
And it is bleeding.

The End Game.
The end of life as we know it
On planet Earth.
Watching your loved one
Slip away from you.
Nothing can hold back the force of gravity
As they slip out of your grasp
Your clenched sweaty hands
Coming undone,
The way life comes undone
When we die.

GUILTY JUSTICE (2022-07-19 AM)
Guilty justice
Infringing on a woman's right to choose.
But America, you beat your chest,
Touting your right to bear arms.
Save our babies,
Keep our guns.
We need the target practice?
America, I am disgusted.
I can't celebrate the Fourth
Without thinking that it's all a bunch
Of hypocrisy anyway.
The skyrockets in the air
A farce
Of what
Coulda
Shoulda
Woulda been
But never actually was.
Oh the lies that we tell ourselves.
That this land is actually free,
That there is a white picket fence for everyone
And dreams really do come true,
Pushing infant life on the one hand
Then looking the other way
As young children are murdered in a rain of bullets
From a very legal gun.

Guilty justice
I lay my hands on my empty womb
And wonder what it would have been like
To have been forced to bring forth another life.
I was 17 then,
Young, wild and free.
Not knowing what consequences lie ahead.
But one thing I did know was that
I did not love myself.
How could I give love anyone else?
Young and scared,
With my back against the wall.

I made my choice.
And I have to live with it.
But it was still my choice to make.
Guilty justice
Infringing on a woman's right to choose.
But America, you beat your chest,
Touting your right to bear arms.
Save our babies!
Keep our guns!
America, we make no sense.

AND WE ARE ALL JUST PASSING THROUGH
(see 2021-05-25)

I WAS HUNGRY
(see 2021-04-12)

PART OF THE SOLUTION (2020-06-15)
What can I do to be of service?
To help heal this broken world?
What can I do to wipe away the stain of racism?
Do I listen?
Do I take to the streets?
Say prayers?
Study the words?
Do I ask you my friend,
How you are doing today?
And truly hear what you have to say?
How can I walk in love?
How can I swallow my anger,
My sense of rightness,
My crumbling sense of whiteness
And hear your pain?
I want to stand with you
But what does that mean?
Raise my voice?
What do I say?
Do I say that I love you in all your dark black beauty,
And truly mean it from the bottom of my heart,
Which I do?
How do I help heal this broken world?
To be part of the solution?
To destroy racism with a great brandishing ax,
To wipe away the stain of 400 years.
400 years of being told you were nothing
When you are so beautiful
In your survival,
In your refusal
To let this disease of racism destroy you….

POEMS FOR THE COVID 19 ERA
(see 2020-05-03)

ANGRY AGAIN (2020-04-30)
My teeth are grinding.
It's like the whole world is out to get me!
Leave me alone!
In my fear, I shake my fist
raise my haunches
and prepare to fight back.
Cornered, I bare my teeth
like the wild animal that I am. 
I feel my face get red,
steaming like a hot peppers in my mouth.
Sweat drips across my brow.
My teeth are grinding
as my wrists pound.
Blood pumping madly
like wild stallions
pounding across a barrren stretch of land.
Angry again.
I  mutter in a strange jargon,
a chain of words
that makes me resemble a woman
who is a far cry
from the loving one
I strive to be.
Anger.
That all consuming flame,
a torment for my mind and soul,
as I burn and burn.
Burn away all sense of love and dignity,
warping my senses and perceptions
on how the world should be
or really is....

GOD IN ALL THE EARTH (2020-03-03)
Sometimes I search for God
among the broken bottles
gleaming in the light
trailing my feet across the gravel
of the alley, looking down.
I see God in the wind,
smell the summer's storm,
the lightening burning across the sky
with electricity.
God is calling
as leaves are falling,
prostrating themselves
before gravity and pavement.
The first snowfall
bring`s the Lord's call
and I fall down
making snow angels
on the ground,
laughing and screaming
like a child
not abandoned by the world.
God is in the bark of this tree.
His countenance smiles at me.
Laughter, the warbling brook.
Faster than a jack rabbit runs.
He is washing up on the shores
of every beach,
painted, glowing
always within reach.
Yet far away as Venus burns in her brilliance.
Heavens above!
I see God in your love,
gleaming in your eyes,
crescent moons and stars
shining in your irises
a rainbow in your laughter
as God's name springs from your lips,
the spark of creation withhin us all.
I see God walking down the alley
on the way to work.
I see God in all the Earth.

SOULFUL EYES
(see 2020-02-06)

THE DAY STRETCHING AHEAD WAITING TO BE LIVED
(see 2018-02-11)

POEM ON LOVE AND MARRIAGE (2017-06-15)
I reach for you
but our intimacy is so elusive.
A peck on the check
leaves me full of longing.
Sometimes marriage is a mountain of dirty clothes
in the laundry basket.
The soiled jeans!
The unwashed dishes!
The mess on the floor!
I find myself trying to keep up with all that there is.
But the monkey bars I'm trying to grasp onto
are coated with oil.
I slip and hit the pavement hard. 
In my bewilderment
I ask myself if I truly love this man
and the answer is
YES.
Sometimes marriage is lonely nights
lying next to your beloved.
It's also walking through life with your counterpart.
It is love.
It is taking a deep breath
before some regretful choice words are said.
Marriage is a medley of perserverance,
patience and stoicism.
It is being strong
when the world is coming apart at the seams,
when the water of the creek is rising
and you are neck deep.
so you hold on and endure,
for that's what love is.

UNTITLED (2017-06-15)
I wept forsaken with tears no one else could see,
Fighting an invisible war
in dark places,
back alleys,
darkened theaters,
in the bowels of my screaming mind.
My invisible anguish,
my scars,
are not draped across my body like insignias
or badges of honor.
My battle was a nameless one,
full of shame,
walking the steps of the invisible child,
invisible woman. 
I wear the mask of acceptability,
but it's cracked and frayed at the edges.
The inner demon longs to emerge
with long twisted nails and gnarled teeth,
gnawing on an old bone
that has lost all its taste,
save for death and destitution.
I saw my innocence die
brutally murdered on the alter
of someone else's desires and needs.
Pedophile!
With reaching and groping hands.
I am the invisible one!
The Gaia figure with no face
and an exaggerated womb,
giving birth to a world of hurt.
x
How and Why?
Do I carry this bag of broken shards on my back
after thirty-four years have slipped by?
The glass is cutting through the burlap,
the teeth, biting into my shoulders...
See
See
See?!!!
Never free.
Never free!
I survived but never free.
Prisoner of my own deranged mind.
I wept forsaken with tears no one else could see...
.

HOW CAN I BE A WARRIOR (song I wrote in 2002)
How can I be a Warrior with so much pain inside?
How can a be a Warrior when I lay down and cry?
These tears, they are coming straight from the heart.
These tears, they are bleeding straight from the heart.
I call myself a Warrior cause I've seen the battle lines.
I call myself a Warrior cause I've seen the darker side.
I've walked along the shadowy roads of hell in this life.
And now I'm here standing proud cause I am still alive.
x
I honor my Creator but sometimes I question Him,
Why did you spare a fool like me who was drowning in her sin?
I've watched some of those I loved go out like a snuffed candlelight.
Yet I cannot even fathom why my Lord, you chose to spare my life.
But I thank you,
But I thank you...
x
How can I be a Warrior with so much pain inside?
How can a be a Warrior when I lay down and cry?
These tears, they are coming straight from the heart.
These tears, they are bleeding straight from the heart.
I call myself a Warrior cause I've seen the battle lines.
I call myself a Warrior cause I've seen the darker side.
I've walked along the shadowy roads of hell in this life.
And now I'm here standing proud cause I am still alive.
And I thank you.
And I thank you....

                    (see 2020-03-25 Aphorisms & Memes poster)

LOOKING FOR GOD (song I wrote when I was 19)
Looking for God,
Looking for truth,
To feed my hungry soul.
Looking for God
Looking for truth
To fill this empty hole.
x
And I must have traveled across a thousand seas
Searching for the answers inside of me.
And I must have traveled across a thousand seas
Searching for the answers inside of me.
x
Looking for God,
Looking for truth,
To feed my hungry soul.
Looking for God
Looking for truth
To fill this empty hole.
x
No God of war for me,
I need a God who is loving and free.
No God of conformity,
I need a God who will love me for me.
x
Looking for God,
Looking for truth,
To feed my hungry soul.
Looking for God
Looking for truth
To fill this empty hole.
x
Who will I run to,
When the night is too long?
Who will I pray to,
When there is no one at all?
No God of war for me,
I need a God who is loving and free.
No God of conformity,
I need a God who will love me for me.
And I must have traveled across a thousand seas
Searching for the answers inside of me.

 

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FEEDBACK

Mon, Apr 4, 2022 at 11:53 PM, Nancy B. wrote:
  I love Helena's art. Her drawings are so colorful, and I love her way with words, to, and have enjoyed seeing her perform some of her poetry.

Tue, Apr 5, 2022 at 12:10 PM, David N. wrote:
  I like the BLM one with the peace sign as a tear
.
  Thanks.

Fri, Apr 8, 2022 at 3:17 PM, David L. wrote:
  Helena's paintings remind me of [Margaret] Keane with the colors and the big eyes.

Sat, Apr 9, 2022 at 8:44 AM, Brandy wrote:
  Thank you for pointing out Helena's art. It is beautiful.

Wed, Apr 13, 2022 at 12:45 PM, Lann wrote:
  I like the way Helena uses her art to illustrate sayings, but I also like the ones with no words at all. I don't know if it's Na*ve or Outsider or what kind of art, but it's unique and colorful.

Sat, Jun 4, 2022 at 11:19 PM, Gus wrote:
  I like her [visual] art. It is beautiful and unusual. And I like her poetry, too. She is really talented.

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Email me via Lucki1844@gmail.com if you wish to purchase or commission an original
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