Blessed are the Peacemakers

ẞanksy | Kids on Guns | 2004 | Print on Canvas

Silhouettes of a young boy and a girl, holding their toys in their hands, high up on a mountain of weapons. The girl is holding a heart-shaped red balloon on a string. It is another work depicting the iconic balloon girl. The simplicity and severity of the color contrasts gives it both beauty and deeper meaning, making it one of the artist’s more somber pieces.

“Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God.”

https://www.axios.com/2022/05/26/gun-deaths-children-america

§tacy §weeney

 

 

 



 

Brokenhearted

ßanksy|Love Hurts (Wounded Heart Balloon) | 2013| Mural

Love Hurts, also known as Wounded Heart Balloon, has appeared outside of the print release during Banksy’s New York residency. The mural was seen in Brooklyn.

The motif of the Love Hurts balloon has been used at various times in multiple formats.

“New York calls to graffiti writers like a dirty old lighthouse. We all want to prove ourselves here.” – Banksy
artofbanksy-mmtour-us.com

Brokenhearted

You break through with hope
know the band-aids hold
no room entered remains dark

with a mighty hand
and an outstretched arm
blessed are the brokenhearted

Stacy Sweeney

You Breathe the Stars

2//22/2022

John Singer Sargent
1856-1925
Venetian Onion Seller
Oil on canvas
Thyssen-Bornemisza Museum
Madrid | Spain

\/\/ide open doors
twice I am yours
once when you made me
twice when you paid for me

take one look at this Passion
all pales in comParison
I’m selling glass for diamonds
for silver and gold have I none

I breathe the dark
you breathe the stars
those words you spoke
and it was so

there’s a lot I do not know
and what I know it’s all good
yes, it’s all good, good. good, good,
good, good, very good
good, good, very good

yes, it’s all good, good. good, good,
good, good, very good
good, good, very good
and I said I am twice yours

wide open doors
twice I am yours
once when you made me
twice when you paid for me

I found the pearl of great price
he don’t want my sacrifice
I’m desperate for his riches
I’m desperate for replenishment

I breathe the dark
you breathe the stars
a thousand days
you save the world

there’s a lot I do not know
and what I know it’s all good
yes, it’s all good, good. good, good,
good, good, very good
good, good, very good

yes, it’s all good, good. good, good,
good, good, very good
good, good, very good
and he said you are twice mine

§tacy §weeney

One Heaven

Sorolla | Fisherwomen on the Beach

We will only make it together
We will only make it together
We will only make it together
We will only make it together

It may look like I’m forgotten
but I’m forgiven by you
It may look like I’m forgotten
but I’m forgiven by you
It may look like I’m forgotten
but I’m forgiven by you
It may look like I’m forgotten
but I’m forgiven by you

There is only one heaven
There is only one heaven
There is only one heaven
There is only one heaven

Stacy Sweeney

Mighty Intelligence

Whistler | Caprice in Purple and Gold: The Golden Screen
1864
Oil on board 50.2 x 68.7 cms | 19 3/4 x 27 ins
Freer Gallery of Art | Washington | United States

“And this is life eternal, that they might know thee the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom thou hast sent.”
— John 17:3

Mighty Intelligence

I wonder who designed all this
the brilliant people in all the €arth
I wonder who designed all this
the cattle on a thousand hills

and oh, I saw your will
you rose above
let’s talk it over
this barricade to love

I wonder who designed all this
the turning leaves in the fall
a Mighty Intelligence
working in and through all

with the unseen source
contact will be made
a thousand years to heal
our race will not fade

and oh, the places we will go
my eyes are holding

I know the one true God
the grandeur of the skies
I know the One he sent
the constant of sunrise

If there again I never lived
part of me would always be there —
in the €arth.
§tacy§weeney

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Out of the City

Banksy | Dismaland Gift Print | 2015 | The Art of Banksy “Without Limits” | Atlanta Exhibition 2021 | Atlanta Underground |

https://www.artofbanksy-mmtour-us.com/

Out of the City

The notion of home and space has perhaps never been as coveted as it is right now. “Out of the city,” serves as a reminder of the big-picture transformations the housing industry is now experiencing. The reshuffling of people from city centers to suburbs is a pandemic-fueled trend that’s unlikely to go away anytime soon.

I am speaking with you tonight on ZOOM about the uncomfortable process of moving itself and what eventually guided our family to move, “out of the city.”

It was at the Atlanta North SDA Church where I first heard the phrase, “out of the city.” The expression was brought up during Sheryl Bernard’s convincing testimony delivered during church service 15 years ago. She and her family were getting out of Atlanta.

“Out of the city” felt very much like a warning to flee and save yourself. We wanted to be safe and secure from all alarms, but we are NOT saved by living in the city or by living in the country.

At that time, our family was living in a quiet, north Atlanta neighborhood, where we were well anchored in power, property and prestige. Wherever we lived, our family wanted to be intentional and willing to be converted, because our white imagination was killing us. We prayed for God to help us set out on a path of true conversion. The only way to convert — emotionally, spiritually, intellectually, and culturally — was to uproot our family and abandon our selfishness and self-absorption. For better and for worse, Jesus was in our blood.

Moving “out of the city,” to the country would not be a big transition for me. I had a different relationship to the country. Country living was in my family’s DNA. I came from a long line of ancestors who saw country living as an opportunity. Born in Knoxville, Tennessee, I was raised in North Carolina understanding that country living was the path to security, self-determination and freedom. On the other hand, moving deeper into the big unknown was my learning curve.

Moving to the “other side of the tracks” felt patronizing, and I found myself asking complex questions, “Who invited us anyway?” But while spending the weekend in Mississippi at the home of Dr. John and Vera Mae Perkins, co-founder of Christian Community Development Association (CCDA), he opened my mind and gave me permission to relocate to his beloved community. This was the first great commission given to Abram.

“Go to the people, live among them, learn from them. Love them. Start with what they know. Build with what they have. But with the best leaders, when the work is done, the task accomplished, the people will say, ‘We have done this ourselves.’ ” Perkins said, quoting Lao Tzu.

We were NOT convicted to move “out of the city,” but instead, we launched our family deeper into the city to stand beside our brothers and sisters in need, sharing our spiritual and material goods with them, discovering what church and community looked like in a non-white neighborhood.

The mission was simple and straightforward, although we hit the ground running. It was not easy or glamorous, but uncomfortable and inconvenient. It was sufficiently stressful and scarry. I held no nostalgia for the South.

Dirt has never been easy. The backyard of our apartments opened onto a half-acre-wide easement overgrown with kudzu, dirty diapers and used tires. It was city-owned land, and soon after moving in, we “borrowed” some for gorilla gardening. Having a garden means planting seeds and watching them grow. We gardened to reconcile the tension between black and white and to make a statement of how far we’ve come and where we’re going. The garden gestured to the future.

I felt like the exiled Hebrews in the book of Daniel who faced the pressures of a foreign land, a foreign culture and a foreign religion while fostering connection and bringing the message of God to the nations. I needed a new pair of glasses to look beyond trials, in the midst of trials.

Parker Palmer, a columnist from On Being with Krista Tippett, echoes my experience this way: “Split off from each other, neither darkness nor light is fit for human habitation,” he writes. “The moment we say ‘yes’ to both of them and join their paradoxical dance, the two conspire to make us healthy and whole.”

It was because of intentional living in the city (2007-2014), that we were shifted to live intentionally, “out of the city,” (2014-present). Now it was our turn to experience the wilderness like Moses.

Remember the rainbow, radiating its transforming power to all of creation? Wherever you choose to live — in the city or out of the city — we are the sign people are looking for.

§tacy §weeney

Thanksgiving Key Lime Cake

Vegan Key Lime Cake | Photo, recipe and cake by Stacy Sweeney

You might as well add green food coloring to this cake recipe because I hear it’s all bad for you, anyway. This is my basic birthday cake recipe with the texture of a wedding cake – dense and heavy.  Cakes are fun to make and they make your house smell like a bakery. Icing a cake is like painting. Normally, I would ice this cake perfectly, but  today I learned it looks better to show the brush strokes.

Thanksgiving Key Lime Cake Recipe
Cake Ingredients:
3 cups all-purpose flower
1 cup cane sugar
2 tßsp baking powder
1 tsp salt
1 3/4 cup non-dairy milk
2/3 cup grape seed oil
1/4 cup fresh key lime juice
1 tßsp key‌ lime extract
2 tßsp key lime zest

Preheat oven to 350. Whisk together flower, sugar, baking powder and salt. Whisk together milk, oil, key lime juice, zest and extract in a separate bowl. Combine wet and dry mixtures. Divide batter into 2, lightly oiled and flowered, 9-in round baking pans. Bake for 20 minutes or until toothpick comes out clean.

Icing ingredients:
1/2 cup Earth Balance butter
1 tsp key Lime juice
1 tsp key Lime extract
3 cups powdered sugar

Slowly beat butter, extract and juice. Add in sugar, one cup at a time, until desired consistency is reached. Cover cooled cakes with a double batch of icing, then stack.
Stacy Sweeney