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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159252275965453568</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 12 Oct 2011 20:30:42 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>oaxaca grass roots</category><category>altar</category><category>children</category><category>punk rock mom</category><category>cigarbox</category><category>shrine</category><category>muse</category><category>sacred</category><category>birds</category><category>art</category><category>paper clay</category><category>trim</category><category>recuerda mi corazon</category><title>THE ALTARISTA'S CO-LAB</title><description>The Creative Collaboration between two very different hearts and two different Souls that are joining together for the greater good. Two amazing Super Heroines that are joining forces even though they have never met. They aren't even in the same state!</description><link>http://thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Just Another She)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheAltaristasCo-lab" /><feedburner:info uri="thealtaristasco-lab" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159252275965453568.post-4219725950854776084</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Apr 2010 01:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-24T18:40:08.330-07:00</atom:updated><title>Auction Time Has Arrived</title><description>Wow I can't believe the project is over and the time to bid on the altars is here. There are many different talented artists this year and I can't believe that I am among them! Head over and look at all the amazing altars. Then bid on your favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.recuerda-mi-corazon.com/"&gt;Click Here . &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this is all to benefit the Oaxacan Streetchildren Organization. A very good cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been such a pleasure and learning experience working on this altar. I let the thing I love the most be my inspiration and it has produced my very first altar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my partner in shrine, thanks so much for "making" me do this. I love you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Punk Rock Mom, Artist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159252275965453568-4219725950854776084?l=thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheAltaristasCo-lab/~3/wwz10Jr-POA/auction-time-has-arrived.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Punk Rock Mom)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com/2010/04/auction-time-has-arrived.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159252275965453568.post-6513916260018361536</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Mar 2010 02:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-11T19:29:00.278-07:00</atom:updated><title>Close to the Finish Line</title><description>The cigar box shrine is getting close to the finish line. The inside is coming along, and the back is done. There have been a few changes from my original concept but I am liking how it is turning out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the inside with the bright sun. When I think of the smiling sun the only face that comes to mind is my daughters. So for this project she is my smiling sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4007/4426337344_45343f20be.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4007/4426337344_45343f20be.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The inside is still lacking and I am not sure what to add to this. Ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4043/4425573569_35fdf3f447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4043/4425573569_35fdf3f447.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the embroidered back of the box. The next step is to find some images that this song brings to mind and add them to the out sides of the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auction is right around the corner and each artist will have their own page on the website. When ours is up I will let you all know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159252275965453568-6513916260018361536?l=thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheAltaristasCo-lab/~3/CWparCLpJI8/close-to-finish-line.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Punk Rock Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4007/4426337344_45343f20be_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com/2010/03/close-to-finish-line.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159252275965453568.post-6671710337938630991</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Feb 2010 03:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-04T20:28:06.072-07:00</atom:updated><title>Yellow and Feathers</title><description>Miss us? Here is a quick update on the progress of our "3 Little Birds" cigar box altar. For the outside of the box I am going for the look of the front of a house. And since my husband refused to let me paint our house yellow I am painting my cigar box "house" a nice bright sunny yellow! Here is the first coat. Looks like it will take a few coats to get the color I want and then the windows and doors go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4058/4331792836_1d6f9563f6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4058/4331792836_1d6f9563f6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the inside of the box I really went with the bird theme and found some feathers to add to the inside doors. I figured with all the bright yellow on the outside some neutral tones on the doors would work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2782/4331041285_4595657da5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2782/4331041285_4595657da5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next step is to somehow add the beautiful blue satiny cloth for the sky and come up with a tree and nest scene inside. With the deadline quickly approaching expect more updates soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159252275965453568-6671710337938630991?l=thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheAltaristasCo-lab/~3/vqLE_EUhdzg/yellow-and-feathers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Punk Rock Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4058/4331792836_1d6f9563f6_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com/2010/02/yellow-and-feathers.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159252275965453568.post-6364253569773335320</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 23:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-06T16:18:54.492-07:00</atom:updated><title>3 completed birds</title><description>All the birds are done! They took a lot longer than I expected them to but they came out way better than I expected them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is bird #2. My daughter was the muse behind the colors. They are bright and light just like my Sophia. A splash of red for her passion and love of life, a blue streak for her tom-boyness. Plus purple is her favorite color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2679/4078960097_a56abf1591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2679/4078960097_a56abf1591.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bird #3 was the biggest of the 3 birds and the one I called the Momma bird. Yes this bird was me. Red for for the undying love I have for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2527/4078960919_15d33e62ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2527/4078960919_15d33e62ba.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the whole piece of fabric done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2617/4079716842_39742f517b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2617/4079716842_39742f517b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next step? Get this onto the box!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159252275965453568-6364253569773335320?l=thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheAltaristasCo-lab/~3/JHvwrgYrJuY/3-completed-birds.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Punk Rock Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2679/4078960097_a56abf1591_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com/2009/11/3-completed-birds.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159252275965453568.post-224247692755228469</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 01:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-29T18:20:11.204-07:00</atom:updated><title>Coloring in the birds</title><description>The ideas has been steady flowing since I have received the box. Artful Chica and I knew we wanted to incorporate the lyrics into the box so I decided to embroider them onto fabric. The first step was to find the lyrics, then find a font. After those 2 tasks were done I set to work at embroidering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally I wanted to do all the letters but after the first line it was not looking nice. Instead I just highlighted each letter with some color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2717/4021255828_506f1bc06c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2717/4021255828_506f1bc06c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course I had to add 3 birds. For the color of this first bird I thought of my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3506/4048003415_a7b36295db.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3506/4048003415_a7b36295db.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2423/4048746554_b89b1bfea0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2423/4048746554_b89b1bfea0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The second bird is done and was colored in with colors that remind me of my daughter. The third and biggest bird is the Momma bird and I am using colors that reflect me. More photos to come soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159252275965453568-224247692755228469?l=thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheAltaristasCo-lab/~3/BlIjSEscf_o/coloring-in-birds.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Punk Rock Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2717/4021255828_506f1bc06c_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com/2009/10/coloring-in-birds.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159252275965453568.post-1980033840207873894</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 04:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-20T21:16:02.671-07:00</atom:updated><title>An Artist Blooms</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At some point,I remember PR MOM saying that she did not consider herself an artist,although she is a photographer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The last few days she has sent me picture texts on what she is working on.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to admit that it has been&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;wonderful and amazing&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;watching our journey unfold.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is something sacred about watching an artist unfurl her wings&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;slowly~gently&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not quit sure if she can fly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PR Mom&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have the wings&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can fly!&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/7159252275965453568-1980033840207873894?l=thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheAltaristasCo-lab/~3/kjaHTxsw78Y/artist-blooms.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Just Another She)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com/2009/10/artist-blooms.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159252275965453568.post-734603903966110789</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 20:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-13T14:15:10.087-07:00</atom:updated><title>Painting Birdies</title><description>One of the reasons that I love the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"3 Little Birds&lt;/span&gt;" theme is because in our house 3 is "the magic number" because we are a little family of 3. We have had no luck in trying to expand our family, so we have embraced the number 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this project is a collaboration between Artful Chica and I, I wanted my family of 3 to be involved in some way. So we each took one of the birds that Artful Chica made, and painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2543/3999208828_421a2c2802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2543/3999208828_421a2c2802.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2450/3998446175_5f2562e0d2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2450/3998446175_5f2562e0d2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3521/3998448993_e503fd8036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3521/3998448993_e503fd8036.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here are our 3 little lovely birds that are now a representation of my lovely little family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159252275965453568-734603903966110789?l=thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheAltaristasCo-lab/~3/B5CWzcqgRVE/painting-birdies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Punk Rock Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2543/3999208828_421a2c2802_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com/2009/10/painting-birdies.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159252275965453568.post-5019660225909078882</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 19:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-08T14:04:53.477-07:00</atom:updated><title>Arrival</title><description>The anxiety of the address mix-up is over! (Which was totally my fault by the way!). Thanks to Artful Chica's son, the package arrived to me yesterday. I almost hugged my postman in gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments later I was ripping open the package and packing peanuts were flying everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the box was not only our beautiful cigar box, but lots and lots of goodies for me and my daughter, The Phi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Phi has a slight obsession with the Geico commercials with the money with the eyes. She calls him "cash money eyes", and of course Artful Chica sent him too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2493/3991047625_49fd9166f9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2493/3991047625_49fd9166f9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe that I finally had my hands on the real live box! Photos really do not do the colors justice. Especially the gorgeous blue of the lining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2579/3991050797_8dae070963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2579/3991050797_8dae070963.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also inside was the work that Artful Chica had already done, and our package was being well taken care of because everything got to me in one piece. Even the teeny tiny fragile birds. All 3 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a gift for me too. A handmade sketch book. Decorated with Dia De Los Muertos calaveras. It is simply stunning and I think I am going to use it to sketch and doodle my favorite lyrics and quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2529/3991809234_20b6c2177e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2529/3991809234_20b6c2177e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As usual The Phi was spoiled and not only received cash money eyes, but also got some amazing art and architecture coloring books. A book on Georgia O'Keefe and a letter and wrapped gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3448/3991053803_8748c2d712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3448/3991053803_8748c2d712.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to wait until The Phi got to the office after school, but she opened her gift and found an oh so very cute children's books called "Owl At Home". She adored it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for everything Artful Chica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the creating begins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159252275965453568-5019660225909078882?l=thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheAltaristasCo-lab/~3/jmJYP0CmxE4/arrival.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Punk Rock Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2493/3991047625_49fd9166f9_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com/2009/10/arrival.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159252275965453568.post-8470357360080197907</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2009 14:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-03T07:12:05.379-07:00</atom:updated><title>LIMBO</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Long ago I sent a package off to PR Mom in California. It never arrived. Inside the box was random goodies,paint,baby birds,bits n pieces,and most importantly: Our Cigar box for this project. We waited and waited and nothing. I had put full faith into the USPS so I did not get the tracking option they offer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prior to shipping it,I had taken a picture of it and sent it to PR Mom,she didn't notice then that I had put the wrong address on it. It was one digit off. Days and weeks have tumbled by and Monday she went back and looked at the picture and caught my mistake.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So then we waited for it to return to me. And waited,and waited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The problem on my end is,I have a rural postal service,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; rural postal service.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't get packages left at my door,hell I don't even get mail left at my door. It is a 2 mile-ish drive to the mailboxes to get mail. If packages are something you are waiting for then all you get is a card notification usually telling you,you can pick up said parcel after 9&amp;nbsp;a.m.&amp;nbsp;the following day. This wonderful Post Office is 25 miles from where I live,and yes it is our only one.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now the dear USPS must have said to one another,"Lets see what hours Chica works and post those as our operating hours" and they did. Now they are open on Saturday for a whopping 2 hours. Of course those 2 hours could not be in the early morning so that you may go on about your business.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They have given us the&amp;nbsp;luxury&amp;nbsp;of being open 12 to 2. Yes, right smack in the middle of the day. Those mail happy procrastinators now can sleep in and be rest assured that they can breeze in late to mail their "Dear John" letters off before sobering up from last nights&amp;nbsp;debauchery. The line during these hours are almost ALWAYS clear out the door. and since they have 2 separate sets of doors you have to schlep through you end up at some point being the Guardian of the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday the Return To Sender card arrived,and scrawled on it is:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AVAILABLE FOR PICK UP ON 10/3 AFTER 9AM&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;really Postman? I can go after 9 am and you will be there bright eyed and bushy tailed to hand me my package after 9 am on a Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;really&amp;nbsp;doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really I do.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This weekend we are supposed to go to Tucson which means the package will have to..(drum roll please maestro)..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;wait and wait and wait &amp;nbsp;some more&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;until Wednesday when I have a mid week day off and I can get in there to fix the number and send it right back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder If they'll make me pay for another trip back to Cali?&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/7159252275965453568-8470357360080197907?l=thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheAltaristasCo-lab/~3/SEpKB-hvnqQ/limbo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Just Another She)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com/2009/10/limbo.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159252275965453568.post-4776085308723368885</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 20:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-22T13:53:39.761-07:00</atom:updated><title>In Route</title><description>A box lovingly packed and decorated in on its way to my office! It contains our cigar box and all the work that Artful Chica has already put into our collaboration. I am very excited and anxious to get the package to me. I am also nervous that I will open the package and take out our box and my mind will go completely blank and every artistic thought I ever had will fly out of my brain like a little bird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159252275965453568-4776085308723368885?l=thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheAltaristasCo-lab/~3/CsTYzGXKn08/in-route.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Punk Rock Mom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-route.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159252275965453568.post-5577702023067925012</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 02:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-13T19:44:39.655-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">birds</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trim</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">paper clay</category><title>Birdies &amp; Trims</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For those of you new to the blog,I just want to give a quick recap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The PR Mom and I have never met. We have never spoken one word to each other outside of texts and emails. This is the other way we communicate with each other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is totally the Bomb for doing this with me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuarxlYeI1I/Sq2rBe4jCeI/AAAAAAAAANo/AYAQiACbL0k/s1600-h/trims.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuarxlYeI1I/Sq2rBe4jCeI/AAAAAAAAANo/AYAQiACbL0k/s320/trims.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuarxlYeI1I/Sq2rDOLHpyI/AAAAAAAAANw/dPUV_hPptTc/s1600-h/bird3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted the PR Mom to see the trims that I molded out. The camera wasn't being very cooperative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The trims are not glued down, I just wanted to spread them out so that she could see them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuarxlYeI1I/Sq2rDOLHpyI/AAAAAAAAANw/dPUV_hPptTc/s1600-h/bird3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuarxlYeI1I/Sq2rDOLHpyI/AAAAAAAAANw/dPUV_hPptTc/s320/bird3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuarxlYeI1I/Sq2rDkaRuxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/jl9ryzeS0NE/s1600-h/bird2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A tail feather view of the little birds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3 little birds to be exact perched on a popcorn box. By the way I burnt the popcorn,like charcoal burnt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just thought I'd share that tidbit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuarxlYeI1I/Sq2rDkaRuxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/jl9ryzeS0NE/s1600-h/bird2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuarxlYeI1I/Sq2rDkaRuxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/jl9ryzeS0NE/s320/bird2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok is it me or does that little guy on the box look a lot like a dolphin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Keep your fingers crossed that Lily Munster doesn't find the birds.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't want to wake up to a bird head in my bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuarxlYeI1I/Sq2rEkIxQHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/WvAgCQ-zQgU/s1600-h/bird.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuarxlYeI1I/Sq2rEkIxQHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/WvAgCQ-zQgU/s320/bird.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what they are doing,but the orange on the box sure makes the white bright. I sculpted the birdies out of Paper Clay. Love that stuff,but living in AZ you have to work fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They need to finish curing and then the beautiful PHI can paint them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hey! Who went to McDonalds and didn't bring me a cheeseburger?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And Yes,as a matter of fact I did eat the popcorn,and boy are my teeth clean!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159252275965453568-5577702023067925012?l=thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheAltaristasCo-lab/~3/e5gF4rq9LpY/birdies-trims.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Just Another She)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuarxlYeI1I/Sq2rBe4jCeI/AAAAAAAAANo/AYAQiACbL0k/s72-c/trims.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com/2009/09/birdies-trims.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159252275965453568.post-162923983620661815</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 20:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-10T14:06:18.215-07:00</atom:updated><title>Signs</title><description>I have yet to get my hands on the cigar box, but I have a few things I have worked on. I have a sun done and the font I want to use for some embroidery.  I am really excited about getting the box soon! It seems like everywhere I go and everywhere I turn there is a little sign reminding me what a great journey this is going to be. While grocery shopping I found myself humming along to the music over the store speakers. I realized that they were playing "Three Little Birds" by Bob Marley. Then a few days ago I realized I had not changed my bedroom calendar to September. The calendar is one I made last year as Christmas gifts. I had used my own photography and add music lyrics to each month. As I turned the page to September, and a purple flower I looked at the music lyrics. It read, "Rise up this morning, smile with the rising sun".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just 2 examples of the signs around me lately. Signs telling me that this project was mean to be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159252275965453568-162923983620661815?l=thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheAltaristasCo-lab/~3/0DgAukomCw4/signs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Punk Rock Mom)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com/2009/09/signs.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159252275965453568.post-203447349751043057</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Sep 2009 20:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-07T13:23:08.657-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">art</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">muse</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">shrine</category><title>Ideas</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuarxlYeI1I/SqVmBoEgVaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/PoTaoG-bXUc/s1600-h/IMGP0891.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuarxlYeI1I/SqVmBoEgVaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/PoTaoG-bXUc/s320/IMGP0891.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a variety of ideas for the outside of our Shrine. Some place somewhere there are sketches to prove it. I am in charge of the outside of our box and PR Mom is the woman manning the inside. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I spent some time with the box,talked to the box,caressed the box,and thought about the box. Trying to figure out what it wanted from me as the outside artist.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought it told me it wanted a pitched roof with space for a nest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I measured twice cut once,then I cut twice and by the third try I got it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I'm a slow learner when it comes to my intuition and my Muse,or perhaps it's the other way around. Those familiar with my blog,know that my Muse runs my artistic life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think she'd run my whole life if I let her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So there I was early yesterday morning digging through molds and air dry clay looking for things only apparent to my Muse. I came across a mold that had various trims on the sheet. Honestly I have no recollection of owning much less purchasing this mold, besides this project, I don't know what I would use it for. I started rolling out the thin vine looking trims yesterday and this morning I enlisted the "oh so very bored" youngest child to roll out more of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuarxlYeI1I/SqVrFdDgQWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/zksAXbtBLXw/s1600-h/IMGP0894.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuarxlYeI1I/SqVrFdDgQWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/zksAXbtBLXw/s320/IMGP0894.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Question now is this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What am I supposed to do with them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159252275965453568-203447349751043057?l=thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheAltaristasCo-lab/~3/d3aoIoWDfho/ideas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Just Another She)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuarxlYeI1I/SqVmBoEgVaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/PoTaoG-bXUc/s72-c/IMGP0891.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com/2009/09/ideas.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159252275965453568.post-5870720397206006125</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Aug 2009 14:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-28T07:13:55.236-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sketches</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This will be a weekend of sketching and tweaking. I will post pictures as I go along. There have been many ideas and visions of the finished Shrine. I am excited and scared at the same time. It's how all journeys of a Spiritual nature begin for me. Fear of the unknown,fear of what will be asked of me and the worst of all fears Failure! So I will try my best so keep these fears in check and not allow them to rain on this magical ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159252275965453568-5870720397206006125?l=thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheAltaristasCo-lab/~3/f0vflKZDy2c/sketches.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Just Another She)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com/2009/08/sketches.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159252275965453568.post-6345092520595994454</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2009 04:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-22T22:00:37.095-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">shrine</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">children</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">recuerda mi corazon</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">oaxaca grass roots</category><title>WHAT WE ARE ABOUT</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuarxlYeI1I/SpBo8i_-atI/AAAAAAAAAL0/F8ckVCu-TgI/s1600-h/6a00e552b4332188340120a5635c18970c-800wi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuarxlYeI1I/SpBo8i_-atI/AAAAAAAAAL0/F8ckVCu-TgI/s200/6a00e552b4332188340120a5635c18970c-800wi.jpg" width="157" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sometime last year I came across a blog that was talking about a wonderful project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the blog,which is wonderful in it's own right is called&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.corazon.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;RECUERDA MI CORAZON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The Mujer behind this blog has a wonderful heart. How else could you describe a person who has such a passion for a cause such as this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Post that I&amp;nbsp;happened&amp;nbsp;upon had to do with an auction.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Not just any run of the mill auction,but an auction of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://corazon.typepad.com/photos/cigar_box_shrine_gallery/index.html"&gt;SACRED SHRINES&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This piqued my curiosity. Why would one auction off something that had a mixture&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Blood, Sweat and possibly Tears?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know first hand what goes into making Altars and Shrines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's always a Spiritual journey,one that I have made for many years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As I read through Rebecca's Posts I learned of her passion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and this passion is called the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OAXACA CHILDREN GRASSROOTS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A little thought was created at the back of my mind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It nudged and it prodded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It said "you can do this"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;it taunted "what if it was your child?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The "Thought" and the little voice have won.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am honored to be a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;PARTNER IN SHRINE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;with the&amp;nbsp;gracious&amp;nbsp;PR Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Together, we are working towards a Sacred goal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and what is more&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sacred than a Child?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Do us a favor and please visit Rebecca's blog and the website for the Oaxaca Children Grassroot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you feel the thought and hear the little voice,give into it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;create a Shrine for the auction and help create a better and safer place for a child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159252275965453568-6345092520595994454?l=thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheAltaristasCo-lab/~3/_OhFE6R1KDM/what-we-are-about.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Just Another She)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuarxlYeI1I/SpBo8i_-atI/AAAAAAAAAL0/F8ckVCu-TgI/s72-c/6a00e552b4332188340120a5635c18970c-800wi.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-we-are-about.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159252275965453568.post-9110545132929983161</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2009 03:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-22T20:26:46.102-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">punk rock mom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">shrine</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cigarbox</category><title>OUR BLANK CANVAS/BOX</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuarxlYeI1I/SpCuLNVp46I/AAAAAAAAAMA/UHkPbtoA4Kc/s1600-h/IMGP0857.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuarxlYeI1I/SpCuLNVp46I/AAAAAAAAAMA/UHkPbtoA4Kc/s200/IMGP0857.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;This is our beautiful box that we were so lucky to have gotten from Rose over at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artisticviewimports.com/"&gt;ARTISTIC VIEW IMPORTS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I explained to her what we wanted to do and she helped me pick out the most wonderful Cigarbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuarxlYeI1I/SpCuYoh9hpI/AAAAAAAAAMI/RA0kGLpjjXg/s1600-h/IMGP0858.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuarxlYeI1I/SpCuYoh9hpI/AAAAAAAAAMI/RA0kGLpjjXg/s320/IMGP0858.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When I told PR Mom about it, I tried&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;my best&amp;nbsp;to describe it to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuarxlYeI1I/SpCuYoh9hpI/AAAAAAAAAMI/RA0kGLpjjXg/s1600-h/IMGP0858.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuarxlYeI1I/SpCuncs7r7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/DLg7CImPAcU/s1600-h/IMGP0860.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuarxlYeI1I/SpCuncs7r7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/DLg7CImPAcU/s320/IMGP0860.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was the fact that it had 3 pieces that gave her the idea of a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1250995643630"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/b/bob+marley/three+little+birds_20021728.html"&gt;3 Little Birds&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;design for our Shrine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The blue satin is so rich and inspiring. We have decided to cover the outside and I am in the process of creating the outside of our little house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will post the sketches as I go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just so you know,this will basically be the only way her and I know what each of us is doing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope you will enjoy our journey along with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159252275965453568-9110545132929983161?l=thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheAltaristasCo-lab/~3/W8Fp-eozSX4/our-blank-canvasbox.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Just Another She)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuarxlYeI1I/SpCuLNVp46I/AAAAAAAAAMA/UHkPbtoA4Kc/s72-c/IMGP0857.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-blank-canvasbox.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159252275965453568.post-4241748899232419282</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2009 02:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-23T10:49:08.381-07:00</atom:updated><title>3 is the Magic Number</title><description>When Artful Chica scored us a super rad cigar box for our alter she told me it had 3 sections. The first things it brought to mind were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the holy trinity&lt;br /&gt;Manny, Moe and Jack&lt;br /&gt;3 blind mice&lt;br /&gt;3 three pigs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;3 Little Birds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(My 4 year old daughter and been in a reggae phase so Bob Marley has been on repeat in our house.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics began swirling in my head and the ideas just began to flow. This song is speaking of hope and happiness and I hesitated for a moment. Aren't altars suppose to be about death or lost love? I remembered who this altar was for. The event for the lost children and these kids deserved hope and happiness. Heck in the world we live in today we all could use more hope and happiness so I went ahead and approached Artful Chica with the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She liked the idea and we were able to cross off one more thing from the to-do list.&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/7159252275965453568-4241748899232419282?l=thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheAltaristasCo-lab/~3/WKPtCVUrIlE/3-is-magic-number.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Punk Rock Mom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com/2009/08/3-is-magic-number.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159252275965453568.post-2432745574550029614</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 23:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-22T19:47:17.379-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sacred</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">altar</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">shrine</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">children</category><title>PARTNERS IN SHRINE</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello&amp;nbsp;everyone&amp;nbsp;in bloglandia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm the Chica from over at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artfulchicasstudio.blogspot.com/"&gt;Artful Chica's Studio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to admit I was a bit surprised that PR Mom&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from over at&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joeyelissasophia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Punk Rock Parents&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;agreed to this collaboration. You see, as our description above says, we have never met. We have never spoken outside of e mails and Instant messaging. I think those facts make for the allure of mystery. When I learned of this years auction, I kinda threw the idea of a collaboration out to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Honestly, I was bracing myself for a NO thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PR Mom and I met through our blogs ( I am addicted to her's) what started as a few kind words left in a comment box has brought us here. &amp;nbsp;What I know from following her blog and our daily chats is that PR Mom has an enormous heart. She has a passion and endless devotion for her family and an amazing daughter. &amp;nbsp;She is an amazing photographer and her art has so much raw emotion behind it. I am truly honored to be working virtually alongside her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Having kids whether they be 4 or 20 sparks something inside you and when you read or hear or see something in which children are being abused,neglected or homeless it creates a pain in your heart. From a personal experience with a friend of my sons it's hard to see a child have to suffer such pain at the hands of a parent whether it's physical abuse or in his case abandonment. &amp;nbsp;So when this opportunity presented itself I must admit I jumped on the bandwagon whole heartedly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am hoping that you will check back often to watch our progress and perhaps even bid on ours or someone else's Shrine. This will surely be a journal chronicling our very different or perhaps maybe &amp;nbsp;the same, Sacred journey to do something to benefit a child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159252275965453568-2432745574550029614?l=thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheAltaristasCo-lab/~3/0nRFHKgetsc/partners-in-shrine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Just Another She)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com/2009/08/partners-in-shrine.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159252275965453568.post-3010042326715785507</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2009 21:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-21T14:39:22.302-07:00</atom:updated><title>Co-Conspirators</title><description>So when an artist you admire asks you to collaborate with her on a altar piece to be auctioned off for charity there is no other answer than YES!&lt;br /&gt;
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I will admit it, I am a bit nervous. My artistic strength is behind a camera lens so this project will be a welcome challenge.  I am so looking forward to the journey that making this alter will take us on. I hope that it will build my confidence as an artist.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you for visiting and following us on this journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159252275965453568-3010042326715785507?l=thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheAltaristasCo-lab/~3/gQ1cmVouRVk/co-conspirators.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Punk Rock Mom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thealtaristascolab.blogspot.com/2009/08/co-conspirators.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

