Judy Jones
The Artist
My purpose for being alive is to paint and sculpt. My life did not begin until I lay at deaths door. A life and death experience at the age of thirty-three left me confined to a bed in the isolation ward of a hospital.
While the drugs to keep me alive poured into my veins, the colors began to pour forth from my soul onto the paper using a children's box of watercolors. The moment the colors touched the paper from my hands I knew my only purpose for being alive was to paint.
With each stroke of the paintbrush my body, mind and spirit began to heal and set into motion the universal _expressions of the beauty, joy and sorrow of living life
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I am reminded that artists are the architects of heaven upon earth and without our visions, dreams and inspirations humankind would perish.
The light force flowing from my paintbrush is not mine. I am the vessel, the mother from which the paintings are born and I give them freely as they were given to me to all that might view them as they make their way into our 'interplanetarian home.'"
I am a painter and only bought a camera to take photographs of
the homeless I see. One day as I was sitting in front of a store, eating, a homeless man across from me had tears in his eyes. It so overwhelmed me, I left my camera on the bench and never bought another.
When I moved to San Francisco, seeing people eating out of garbage cans and dying on the cold concrete streets made me sit down and weep. I watched as people walked by, pretending not to see their Mother, Father, Sister and Brothers in each soul crying for help. I prayed with my heart, soul, mind, body and spirit to die before ever, ever accepting fellow beings eating out of garbage cans and dying from our neglect. I asked to be guided to open hearts thru sharing what I see.
You may view all the photographs on
"The Bones of the Homeless" website:
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