Cassandra Gordon-Harris absolutearts.com Portfolio
"I dared be radical when young for fear I would become conservative when old." Robert Frost
Today a small piece of me died, carried away on the wind. The awareness of its departure made me tearful and the Latin side of me did a quick flip of the hand and I said to the world "Ay, me tienes cansada!" As a young artist, my edges were sharp and without fear I marched my pitiful paintings into the best galleries I could find. It was all about the art in those days and gallery owners were tolerant of us young emerging, radical fools. Today, most of my edges are rounded down and though still radical, I am the tolerant one as I see new blood looking for that magic door. These are hard times for the best of us and the stresses of trying to create something out of nothing tires me. Unable to reach anyone on the telephone, I sent off a written query to the City of Edgewood. It outlined a proposed collaboration between Rincón Studios and the Town to provide a 6-week fine art camp for the underserved children of the community. Condensing my qualifications and abilities into a paragraph made me tremble with awareness. How I ask, is it possible to have gained so much knowledge and information and have to beg people to use it for the good of others? To be able to hold the magic gently in your hands allowing it to acquire substance, its heat warming so many souls. I must compete with many others who have flash, lights that thrill, amaze, entertain and burn out quickly. When I worked with very young children, I use to make up stories of animals and magic to jump-start our art session, awakening their imagination. The stories always concluded that if you did this or that right you would wind up with a bit of your own magic. Years later, children would come up to me and whisper "I did it, I found it, what do I do with the magic?!" Now I ask myself that same question: what am I suppose to do with the magic? When an edge breaks off, sadness comes, for it died before life could ground it down. Tomorrow I will ask another question.
Nature’s Energy is definitely speaking loudly to me in the past couple of weeks. First, I’m in the right place at the right time to help rescue an adorable little puppy. I’d been helping a friend reestablish his community newspaper (I’m the production department) when he found the little guy crossing a very busy 4 way intersection in North Miami. Pup was covered with very large fleas, filthy dirty, and his ribs were clearly defined so we knew he had not been getting any tlc. He spent the first night at the office and then I brought him home, got him cleaned up, de-flead and well-fed for a few days. A friend of the friend said he’d take him for a pet, but never showed up. So, he’s back here, living the life of a pampered prince among the 7 stray cats that have now designated us as their servants. Good news though, I posted his picture and info to the Rescue communities and instantly got a response from Robbie at 
Now, about those HONEYBEES…I pulled in the driveway on Wed and there was this cloud of buzzing, swarming bees just making their way to the southwest corner of my bedroom. I live in a old wooden house and it has more than a few places that need some work. Needless to say, the bees knew this was an ideal place to relocate for 3 reasons: first, access was easy; second, they already knew (through the cosmic bee grapevine) that I wouldn’t exterminate them but instead would call Beeman 
Honey bees are a vital part of our food chain. They are the only natural pollinators of our fruits and vegetables and since so many natural habitats are being developed for human use, and people seem to think they should kill all creatures whose homes they have usurped, extermination is unfortunately, the most common method of bee removal.
I’ve checked with the Florida extension service, and Bud Grant is the state bee inspector that I’ve talked with about this. Haven’t met him in person yet, but I’m happy to say that he agrees it is in everyone’s best interest to relocate and save the honeybees. 
Here are a couple of pics of the puppy and the bees. No honey this time, but last year they’d been in the wall for long enough to have some great tasting honey. Comb and all. You can visit 
