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This feed is for personal, non-commercial use only.</media:copyright><media:keywords>unfastened,magic,love,romance,literary,fiction,heart,women</media:keywords><media:category scheme="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd">Arts/Literature</media:category><itunes:owner><itunes:email>lanevonherzen@gmail.com</itunes:email><itunes:name>Lane von Herzen</itunes:name></itunes:owner><itunes:author>Lane von Herzen</itunes:author><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:keywords>unfastened,magic,love,romance,literary,fiction,heart,women</itunes:keywords><itunes:subtitle>The Unfastened Heart</itunes:subtitle><itunes:summary>The Unfastened Heart is a novel about the succor of true friendship and the marvel of true love.  Unexpected and necessary, they form the hallmarks of Anna's abundant, heartfelt life.</itunes:summary><itunes:category text="Arts"><itunes:category text="Literature" /></itunes:category><creativeCommons:license>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/</creativeCommons:license><feedburner:emailServiceId>LanevonHerzen/blog</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374662456675043765.post-3500605580258385701</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jul 2011 18:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-02T12:15:04.815-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Winner of the Icon Prize</title><description>Miguel Martinez' painting, Mi Corazon, spoke to the judges compellingly.  They returned to view this work again and again -- in a desire to fully appreciate this magical portrait of wisdom, serenity, hope undiminished.  Surely Anna de la Senda would view the world through a gaze such as this.  Bravissimo.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Mr. Martinez is represented by the Michael McCormick Gallery in Taos.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374662456675043765-3500605580258385701?l=lanevonherzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~4/uA3guXxTMEk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~3/uA3guXxTMEk/winner-of-icon-prize.html</link><author>lanevonherzen@gmail.com (Lane von Herzen)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lanevonherzen.blogspot.com/2011/07/winner-of-icon-prize.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374662456675043765.post-7655389880688785170</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Mar 2011 02:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-21T19:02:19.401-07:00</atom:updated><title>The White-throated Lily</title><description>Here sits Mariela, brought to wise, contemplative life by finalist Monica Vanzant.  Our subject grasps the white-throated lily -- yet, at the same time, she herself becomes the lily -- removed from us in her reverie, other-worldly, eternal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374662456675043765-7655389880688785170?l=lanevonherzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~4/tWFiGPqs3ek" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~3/tWFiGPqs3ek/white-throated-lily.html</link><author>lanevonherzen@gmail.com (Lane von Herzen)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lanevonherzen.blogspot.com/2011/03/white-throated-lily.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374662456675043765.post-5937253113624063196</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Feb 2011 06:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-23T23:17:49.440-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Icon in the Garden</title><description>In seeing this work from Christy Boyer, Icon finalist, I immediately feel the sense of otherworldly peace pervading Anna de la Senda's garden.  From the doves in her arms to the luminous rose, the blue tears of sorrow to the glowing carousel, the painting becomes one of miraculous discovery for me, rich with the secrets of a narrative I once imagined.  Jewel-like, faceted, the myriad elements of this work flow together with a stunning confluence and harmony, and I find myself, quite simply, transfixed by this portrait of Anna's bountiful kindness.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms. Boyer offers, "I made the painting heavy in redemptive imagery, because that is what I loved most about &lt;i&gt;The Unfastened Heart&lt;/i&gt;.  This painting went through many changes as I struggled to integrate the rich metaphors of Ms. von Herzen's writing.  I enjoyed the entire process immensely."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374662456675043765-5937253113624063196?l=lanevonherzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~4/pFywW278U48" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~3/pFywW278U48/icon-in-garden.html</link><author>lanevonherzen@gmail.com (Lane von Herzen)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lanevonherzen.blogspot.com/2011/02/icon-in-garden.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374662456675043765.post-5181641274498221960</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Feb 2011 20:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-11T13:39:01.983-08:00</atom:updated><title>Pale Revelation</title><description>Something iconic is happening within this photograph -- a mystery, a revelation, a secret about to be told.  What does this young woman know that we don't?  Does she know the narrative of beauty in which she is taking part?  Is she readying herself for a wedding, a waltz, a lover, a debut?  Whatever the answers, we lean in to decipher them.  With a beauty bordering on the sacred, this interpretation of Mariela exists as a timeless testament to a woman's spirit -- her translucent hopes, her fragile preparations, her fate.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mariela wore white like the template of her soul.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a privilege to have these words translated into this shining image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;The artist, Lina Brazauskaite, lives in Lithuania.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374662456675043765-5181641274498221960?l=lanevonherzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~4/jejnlIp_PCk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~3/jejnlIp_PCk/pale-revelation.html</link><author>lanevonherzen@gmail.com (Lane von Herzen)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lanevonherzen.blogspot.com/2011/02/pale-revelation.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374662456675043765.post-4561456327640033057</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Feb 2011 06:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-03T22:39:47.223-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Wise Innocent</title><description>Icon finalist Mr. Ken Min created this revelatory portrait of Mariela as Mona Lisa, a classic redefined by a landscape both lavish and whimsical, with birds escaping the borders of the frame.  Surely, this wise innocent will transcend her two dimensions at any moment!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Min was born in Seoul, South Korea -- and now works for Lucasfilm as an artist.  He created this oil painting on a cryptic panel, with vintage victorian fabric and an old door hinge and frame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for this beautiful piece, Mr. Min!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374662456675043765-4561456327640033057?l=lanevonherzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~4/shviCTY4NYc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~3/shviCTY4NYc/wise-innocent.html</link><author>lanevonherzen@gmail.com (Lane von Herzen)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lanevonherzen.blogspot.com/2011/02/wise-innocent.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374662456675043765.post-5050042532221759807</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Jan 2011 01:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-31T18:27:23.436-08:00</atom:updated><title>Happy New Year!</title><description>Happy 2011 to my talented friends, far and wide, who have painted and sketched, stitched and sculpted and photographed their way into the world of The Unfastened Heart!  I will be waiting, breath held, this month, as the committee decides on the finalists.  Best of luck to all of you -- and thank you for adding so much vibrancy and vision to my literary world.  You've enriched my days beyond measure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374662456675043765-5050042532221759807?l=lanevonherzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~4/DgcoiqnUZgY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~3/DgcoiqnUZgY/happy-new-year.html</link><author>lanevonherzen@gmail.com (Lane von Herzen)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lanevonherzen.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-new-year.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374662456675043765.post-180173971221287051</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Dec 2010 19:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-03T12:13:57.813-08:00</atom:updated><title>Spellbound</title><description>Artist Juliette Montague sends us this fantastical collage, in which Mariela levitates across the landscape of her life.  Spellbound, she is captive to forces outside the boundaries of her known world, floating toward her fate with a willingness that borders on rapture.  Thank you, Ms. Montague, for this mystical work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374662456675043765-180173971221287051?l=lanevonherzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~4/Mt6macLMwYQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~3/Mt6macLMwYQ/spellbound.html</link><author>lanevonherzen@gmail.com (Lane von Herzen)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lanevonherzen.blogspot.com/2010/12/spellbound.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374662456675043765.post-7303015856002086621</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Nov 2010 21:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-05T15:51:36.564-07:00</atom:updated><title>Anna's Choice</title><description>This surreal work comes to us from artist Olga Bubich of Belarus.  Mysterious symbols, the roses seem to grow from the surface of Anna's skin.  Are they the flowers of memory, of choices lost?  I can't help but feel that, under the right circumstances, they will return to life, blooming heartily, vibrantly from their silent places in Anna's soul.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms. Bubich writes, "the image also coincides with the whole atmosphere of the book - finding unusual, mystical, supernatural things in the ordinary setting, being able to sense it due to the fragile abilities of one's spirit."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, Ms. Bubich, for this captivating interpretation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374662456675043765-7303015856002086621?l=lanevonherzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~4/mNaLnLsA5Xw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~3/mNaLnLsA5Xw/annas-choice.html</link><author>lanevonherzen@gmail.com (Lane von Herzen)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lanevonherzen.blogspot.com/2010/11/annas-choice.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374662456675043765.post-8857364568540369352</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Oct 2010 16:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-10T09:33:31.672-07:00</atom:updated><title>A Shining Countenance</title><description>This transcendent portrait comes to us from award-winning artist Miguel Martinez.  With this work, he captures a face of lambent sympathy, of exquisite wisdom.  Anna de la Senda would surely regard the world through such a shining countenance as this.  Bravissimo.  (Miguel Martinez is represented through the Michael McCormick Gallery.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374662456675043765-8857364568540369352?l=lanevonherzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~4/1hnBYBNlFvw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~3/1hnBYBNlFvw/shining-countenance.html</link><author>lanevonherzen@gmail.com (Lane von Herzen)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lanevonherzen.blogspot.com/2010/10/shining-countenance.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374662456675043765.post-6060534129374100082</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Sep 2010 18:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-10T12:48:06.829-07:00</atom:updated><title>A Breath, a Quake, a Dream</title><description>Egyptian artist Marwa Adel submitted this otherworldly photo, capturing the essence of the young woman as a dreamer who is somehow ensnared by the dream.  Both ethereal and cloistered, the dreamer may or may not rouse to reclaim her intended life.  While I marvel at her solitude, I yearn for her awakening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374662456675043765-6060534129374100082?l=lanevonherzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~4/RHJynnsy--g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~3/RHJynnsy--g/breath-quake-dream.html</link><author>lanevonherzen@gmail.com (Lane von Herzen)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lanevonherzen.blogspot.com/2010/09/breath-quake-dream.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374662456675043765.post-2556447886307123780</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Aug 2010 22:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-28T15:59:08.198-07:00</atom:updated><title>Shimmer</title><description>Ms. Carol Nelson has gifted us with these luminous poppies -- layered and extravagant -- creating a shimmering world unto themselves.  Certainly Anna would grow blooms such as these on her flower-filled lawn.  There's a kind of beatification of the simple in this particular painting, a blessing of small and daily gifts, that somehow reflects back onto the viewer.  The poppies shine with such resplendence that, reflected in our eyes as witnesses, so do we.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374662456675043765-2556447886307123780?l=lanevonherzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~4/CLw_QwqTSRY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~3/CLw_QwqTSRY/shimmer.html</link><author>lanevonherzen@gmail.com (Lane von Herzen)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lanevonherzen.blogspot.com/2010/08/shimmer.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374662456675043765.post-2256365287655756159</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Aug 2010 03:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-17T20:50:38.460-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Waters of Life</title><description>Ms. Tina Calderin manages to capture in her painting a sense of the overflowing gifts which manifest in Anna's life.  Entitled &lt;i&gt;The Saints of Cordojo&lt;/i&gt;, this work seems to spill off the edges of the canvas with its bright portraits of the Cordojo women.  Their bonds to the natural world and to one another are depicted here as generous and seamless, like the flow of the waters of life.  Thank you, Ms. Calderin, for this vibrant and mystical work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374662456675043765-2256365287655756159?l=lanevonherzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~4/8EaTe0orh8Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~3/8EaTe0orh8Y/waters-of-life.html</link><author>lanevonherzen@gmail.com (Lane von Herzen)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lanevonherzen.blogspot.com/2010/08/waters-of-life.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374662456675043765.post-827393461862165819</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Aug 2010 02:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-09T20:02:13.429-07:00</atom:updated><title>Fragile Seeds</title><description>Ms. Emily Chappell sends us this captivating design, which feels so warmly hand-wrought, so genuinely conceived.  From the turning currents of the lettering, to the crowding, gathering spheres of the motif -- I find myself drawn to the abundant, swirling world it represents.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Ms. Chappell's words:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The Velcro-like amorphous drawings were initially inspired by the Hackeysack toys played with by the local children in Part Two.  The colours were chosen to represent the colours of Santa Rosa -- 'like dinosaurs, jagged-backed and blue,' and the 'foothills, which stretched out raw and brown.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was also taken by the shifting waves of fragility in the novel, and likened them to falling California sycamore seeds -- round, spiky, vulnerable and Velcro-like."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, Ms. Chappell, for this wonderful piece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374662456675043765-827393461862165819?l=lanevonherzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~4/X-GRbhpouU0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~3/X-GRbhpouU0/fragile-seeds.html</link><author>lanevonherzen@gmail.com (Lane von Herzen)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lanevonherzen.blogspot.com/2010/08/fragile-seeds.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374662456675043765.post-3280877789877675280</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Aug 2010 23:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-04T16:59:04.630-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Magical Trees</title><description>Such a remarkable fluidity in this piece, from Mr. Brook Powell.  All flows outward from Mariela, as if she herself were the source of life's bounty and benevolence.  Mr. Powell has brought into being a kind of visual prayer -- lambent and pure.  I'm so thankful to him for creating this generous, resonant work.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Powell's words:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;My painting was inspired by the scene in the book when Mariela is waiting in the orange grove for Addison to come to her, and the trees seem to be acting magically.  The entire book is very wonderful this way.  The painting is a 22 x 30 inch watercolor on hot pressed paper.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374662456675043765-3280877789877675280?l=lanevonherzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~4/r7PF9Mv3MtM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~3/r7PF9Mv3MtM/magical-trees.html</link><author>lanevonherzen@gmail.com (Lane von Herzen)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lanevonherzen.blogspot.com/2010/08/magical-trees.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374662456675043765.post-1620951594690871353</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Jul 2010 21:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-19T14:15:23.647-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Sorrows of Others</title><description>This cover comes to us from Becca Furcho -- a fascinating work, luminous and enigmatic, evoking Klimt for me, somehow.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms. Furcho writes,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anna de la Senda wakes up every morning crying tears for the sorrows of others.  This beautiful attribute shows what a compassionate, altruistic soul she possesses and illustrates how she holds her heart wide open for others.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374662456675043765-1620951594690871353?l=lanevonherzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~4/9F8paIntAX8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~3/9F8paIntAX8/sorrows-of-others.html</link><author>lanevonherzen@gmail.com (Lane von Herzen)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lanevonherzen.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorrows-of-others.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374662456675043765.post-787934157459928393</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Jun 2010 00:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-26T17:49:59.410-07:00</atom:updated><title>Rescue</title><description>Michele Vavonese sends a sensitive cover -- from which I include a rather captivating portion with this post.  Somehow, I'm compelled by the empty cage having its own space, though I do promise to follow by posting the whole work.  What is it about the cage that speaks to us of rescue?  Of the evidence of embarkation?  Among the quotes that inspired Ms. Vavonese's work  -- &lt;i&gt;I was visiting a place where my heart was unfastened.  I was trying not to cry when I felt it come loose.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374662456675043765-787934157459928393?l=lanevonherzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~4/Et64FlvnL84" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~3/Et64FlvnL84/rescue.html</link><author>lanevonherzen@gmail.com (Lane von Herzen)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lanevonherzen.blogspot.com/2010/06/rescue.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374662456675043765.post-1513191670141143589</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 May 2010 01:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-01T16:59:31.210-07:00</atom:updated><title>Vibrance</title><description>Victoria Heine sends this bright, generous, bloom-filled cover.  The poppy above the title is, in itself, reminiscent of a heart -- passionate and fragile -- and I'm taken with the vibrance of the tableau.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anna's house itself was testament to the precious accidents of life.  Dandelions and giant poppies spotted her long-fringed lawn, and at the borders, where there ought to have been hedges, there were bright piles of kumquats, dropped from the ripening trees.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374662456675043765-1513191670141143589?l=lanevonherzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~4/-7zH29qyH_I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~3/-7zH29qyH_I/vibrance.html</link><author>lanevonherzen@gmail.com (Lane von Herzen)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lanevonherzen.blogspot.com/2010/05/vibrance.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374662456675043765.post-2553348316559896670</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Mar 2010 01:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-25T18:24:01.889-07:00</atom:updated><title>A Simple Beacon</title><description>Artist James Thouborron shares this luminous piece, entitled The Lamp Post, rendering a suburbia transformed by a simple beacon, a candle held up to the rather ecstatic natural world.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Outside, the oaks tossed their leaves behind their woody shoulders, the same way that women move their hair from front to back.  The old gas lamps cast aureoles of light onto the pavement, but directly in front of the de la Senda house, where the illumination stopped, the street turned into a broad thoroughfare of blackness and ideas where anything might happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374662456675043765-2553348316559896670?l=lanevonherzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~4/k3zi06y6KE0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~3/k3zi06y6KE0/simple-beacon.html</link><author>lanevonherzen@gmail.com (Lane von Herzen)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lanevonherzen.blogspot.com/2010/03/simple-beacon.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374662456675043765.post-8257183392184564160</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2010 03:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-09T19:22:33.156-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Intricacies of Love</title><description>We are delighted to receive this striking illustration from Jessica Rae Gordon of Toronto, Canada.  Anna's heart is here both interior and exterior, secret and revelation, sequestered and generous.  I can't help but be drawn to these contrasts.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms. Gordon writes,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In my illustration I wanted to show the intricacies of love by showing the mechanics of a woman's heart and circulatory system.  Also, because the book has many descriptions of flowers, I put in the patterned wildflower drawings in the background.  With my line work, I wanted the drawings of the weeds to mirror the veins in the body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for sending us this remarkable work, Ms. Gordon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374662456675043765-8257183392184564160?l=lanevonherzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~4/iHxcAggebXE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~3/iHxcAggebXE/intricacies-of-love.html</link><author>lanevonherzen@gmail.com (Lane von Herzen)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lanevonherzen.blogspot.com/2010/03/intricacies-of-love.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374662456675043765.post-9057728677823586420</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2010 17:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-01T09:34:31.262-08:00</atom:updated><title>Waiting to Be Found</title><description>Thanks to Erika Haight for honoring me with her beautiful photograph and cover design, titled &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sweet Thoughts of You&lt;/span&gt;.  The work evokes such a sense of hope, longing, expected renewal, all of which reside in Mariela's spirit.  Erika's words:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Ms. von Herzen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You have the most remarkable ability to express in words what it means to love and be loved by another.  I was especially taken by the tightly woven relationships that were formed between the women characters in your story. . . Since finishing your book I have purchased three additional copies and mailed them to people whom I have shared similar experiences with.  The image I have submitted for &lt;/span&gt;The Unfastened Heart&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is that of a young woman in quiet contemplation holding a flower. . .it could be any one of us who has ever loved, lost, or is still waiting to be found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Art Inspires Art -- You are truly an inspiration!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Warm regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Erika N. Haight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374662456675043765-9057728677823586420?l=lanevonherzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~4/c11YKqCW43Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~3/c11YKqCW43Q/waiting-to-be-found.html</link><author>lanevonherzen@gmail.com (Lane von Herzen)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lanevonherzen.blogspot.com/2010/03/waiting-to-be-found.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374662456675043765.post-3311906402963183320</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Feb 2010 00:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-24T16:34:05.079-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Language of the Heart</title><description>Jo-Ellen Trilling has painted this captivating work, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prayers from Earth.  &lt;/span&gt;I love her vision of the physical and meta-physical intertwining here, the prayers interweaving with the vermicelli, shaping the noodles into a script that we can, very nearly, read for ourselves.  She writes, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am compelled now and forever to check the vermicelli stuck to the bottom of my pots in case there is a message spelled out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A joyful and poetic capturing of the book.  Thank you for honoring us with this work, Ms. Trilling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374662456675043765-3311906402963183320?l=lanevonherzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~4/HKb4NWzDRhc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~3/HKb4NWzDRhc/language-of-heart.html</link><author>lanevonherzen@gmail.com (Lane von Herzen)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lanevonherzen.blogspot.com/2010/02/language-of-heart.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374662456675043765.post-4122274546983763368</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Feb 2010 01:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-11T17:29:49.300-08:00</atom:updated><title>A Magical Life</title><description>Paula Rae Gibson has captured the nature of Mariela here, in the exquisite vulnerability within this portrait.  She lives and breathes as part of a heightened world, in which the spirit is magnified, and hopes are writ large.   She wears a luminous halo above her head.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mariela's was a magical life, replete with frank yearning and unearthly reverence, both collecting in the air about her like an aura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, Ms. Gibson, for sharing this sensitive, captivating work with us&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374662456675043765-4122274546983763368?l=lanevonherzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~4/P0F44uSudUg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~3/P0F44uSudUg/magical-life.html</link><author>lanevonherzen@gmail.com (Lane von Herzen)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lanevonherzen.blogspot.com/2010/02/magical-life.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374662456675043765.post-4703733382518720786</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Feb 2010 21:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-04T17:55:39.942-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Face of Love</title><description>The Icon Prize is privileged to receive this transcendent portrait by artist Miguel Martinez of Taos, New Mexico.  (Mr. Martinez is represented by the Michael McCormick Gallery in Taos, for those of you who want to see more of his luminous work.) How remarkably this woman's gaze captures the wise spirit of Anna de la Senda, generous, serene, a witness to the beauty surrounding her.  Her eyes contain a reflection of that which is eternal and beloved.  I recognize her, though I've never met her outside of the fictional realm of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Unfastened Heart&lt;/span&gt;.  What a bright, shining gift!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anna de la Senda lived for love.  Not her own, but other people's.  She took on counseling patients of all ages and attitudes, of all dilemmas and doubts, and she spoke with them in their living rooms about the health of their concealed hearts.  In return, they paid her with what they could, with cash or avocados, with money orders or cotton cloth.  The currency didn't matter to her.  What mattered was the healing of the brokenhearted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374662456675043765-4703733382518720786?l=lanevonherzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~4/cz0EQ3PBEeA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~3/cz0EQ3PBEeA/face-of-love.html</link><author>lanevonherzen@gmail.com (Lane von Herzen)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lanevonherzen.blogspot.com/2010/02/face-of-love.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374662456675043765.post-8679041753247992834</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Jan 2010 01:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-17T18:55:31.886-08:00</atom:updated><title>Art That Conspires</title><description>What elevates a book cover to the ranks of the truly memorable?  A sense of beauty, mystery, contrast, revelation?  I find myself drawn toward covers that convey a palpable harmony with the narrative itself, as if the visual and the fictional have joined hands in artistic collusion, somewhere in the bookstore dark.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is it about cover art that compels you to pick up the book?  Or allows you to pass it by?  I'd be more than intrigued to hear your comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374662456675043765-8679041753247992834?l=lanevonherzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~4/bo8Ssvhr4pI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~3/bo8Ssvhr4pI/art-that-conspires.html</link><author>lanevonherzen@gmail.com (Lane von Herzen)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lanevonherzen.blogspot.com/2010/01/art-that-conspires.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374662456675043765.post-6750879483947975382</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jan 2010 20:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-11T12:45:52.102-08:00</atom:updated><title>Singing the Past</title><description>The wonderful American composer, Samuel Barber, created the music for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Knoxville: Summer of 1915&lt;/span&gt; as a tribute to the opening pages of novelist James Agee's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Death in the Family&lt;/span&gt;.  If you haven't yet experienced them together, they're a revelation.  The music serves as exquisite echo to the book's sensitive and idyllic narrative.  Cherished and melancholy, it sings a full-hearted portrayal of a beloved American childhood.  How is it possible to blur the lines between symphony and literature so thoroughly?  How can music convey the resplendent arc of a sprinkler on the lawn of one's childhood home, now lost to time?  It's a mystery.  A resonant one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374662456675043765-6750879483947975382?l=lanevonherzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~4/ZrrXecEYdxU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LanevonHerzen/blog/~3/ZrrXecEYdxU/singing-past.html</link><author>lanevonherzen@gmail.com (Lane von Herzen)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lanevonherzen.blogspot.com/2010/01/singing-past.html</feedburner:origLink></item><language>en-us</language><copyright>Copyright 2010 Lane von Herzen.  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