Category: Life Tools

DIY Art Shelf

Art Shelf “Hardware”: Anthropologie mint tins and REI tent-grommet-kit for improvisational shelf-L-brackets…(And yes, the Anthropologie salesperson gave me a weird look when I told her I wasn’t buying the mints to eat the mints but to create shelving…maybe she was too busy to see the tin’s minimalist design potential…)


Art Shelf Hardware With Leftover Mints: I emptied the tins (gave away the mints), and used the grommet kit’s phillips screws to hand-bore — using a phillips screwdriver —  a hole into the back on the tin’s inside (In both tins, I measured first…and as I bore, I placed cardboard panel behind the tins to protect any surfaces) and used an awl to increase the hole’s size…yes, an electric drill would’ve been awesome, but I improvised with what I had: my human arm and ear (…listening to Sabrina Carpenter’s “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas”; her voice and the words “muddle through somehow” was a complete inspirational salve…a wonderful purchase…)…an awesome Saturday night…


Using the phillips screwdriver, I attached the tins to the wall (measuring the wall to get the tins and wood level) and closed the tin covers. I placed the East-Austin-found wood atop the mint tins and it promptly fell off. I — er, my hands — then placed the wood on its other more narrower side…and it stayed. (Thank you angels…)


Art Shelf complete! I placed the Helenbobelen art work on top of the wood. And truth be told, I washed all the walls before starting this diy project…(well, all that I could reach — it’s a Saturday night and I don’t have a ladder…I stood barefoot on my dumbbells…and yes, I have to eventually make some salvaged-wood chairs…or just a bench so my visiting friends don’t have to sit on the floor anymore. I digress…)


Art Shelf complete! La, la, la!


Art Shelf installation well-celebrated…thank you…thank you…thank you…xoxo…

What I Know About Death:

It’s silence. Blissful silence. An upwards floating.

Me being my soul and the ceiling fast approaching my “open eyes” as “I” floated up towards the heavens and my human body remained below.

For me, this was the case.

There was no gnashing of anything. There was no language. There was no religion.

There was purity, comfort, and recognition.

There was only the brief, somewhat-responsible Earthly search of unconditional love that would need my Earthly help (no other search occurred to me) which is why I came back (my 19-year-old cat)…not for fam, nor for friends, not for fame, money, not for anything material or even “spiritual”, or even this website and its undescribe-able helenbobelen-nesses.

And there was the recognition of the ridiculousness of the situation that had unfolded the night of the 3rd Presidential Debate: emotions and TV noise around the Presidential elections and me just wanting us to all get along, not to mention, the ridiculousness that I, Helenbobelen-Helen, found death while in a bathtub after grinding myself along 3 miles (after going a previous 5 miles) and turning down help from a kind stranger.

Clearly, if I’d gotten this far, I wasn’t supposed to remain dead…

So, I came back to that calico now sitting next to me, next to that ridiculous bathtub-would-be-coffin; I came back to that gorgeous Bronx-born cat who was waiting patiently to finally rescue me back, not making a sound.

Within one day, I gave up the crutches, was doing yoga (modified), lifting weights (modified), and eating a pound of kale and drinking gallons of filtered water. Within seven days, I gave up the leg prosthetic (it no longer fit), switched to a smaller brace (using safety pins to keep its shape) and was driving a car solo and running errands. Within 14 days, I was using my kickscooter. All the while, I was donating to childrens’ charities and making good on any hospital/x-ray bills.

Swelling-free: there was extra velcro, so I just trimmed it as I drank water and became more swelling-free.


Ditto on the swelling-free as time passed by…


Ditto…once I got passed the prosthetic’s velcro-ed part I knew I had to have a “Plan B” as my leg’s gait with the full-leg prosthetic was a bit unnatural — not engaging the hip and glutteal (butt) muscles — and might cause unnecessary postural dis-alignments. Due to my 20+ years of post-rehab knowledges/experiences with fitness consulting clients (this and having the emergency doctor okay my surgery-free/calcification-free plans about working out the healthy quadriceps and hamstrings for my broken patella), I’d already deemed physical therapy unnecessary. I prayed about it and then on the internet — yes, the internet — came across a University medical research/white paper confirming a case where the knee/entire leg was naturally-healed by engaging the surrounding hip muscles…


Eventually, as the patella fused itself back together, I became able to bend my knee normally (I had landed on it…and the prolonged pain from a broken patella…and three plus miles of walking on it…led to shock…which led to well, death…and as you know…life again…).


Walking normal…engaging the hip and ankle muscles with the new knee brace…(I’m including gory-free photos…no one likes to see them…besides, at the time of the incident, from the outside everything appeared okay until x-rays showed the injury.)


The body wants to heal itself…

I (drug-free and well-hydrated) was already thanking God that early morning we pulled out of that hospital parking lot, but music, art, and well-honed health and wellness habits, along with being around kind clients and young’uns pulled off any darkness.

I know where that excessive darkness loves to live. I provide it sweet silence.

I have a body, but I’m not this body-mind complex. This I’ve known for decades.

I suppose The Creator wanted me to tell you this story. It’s been over a year so the timing’s reasonable. The photos serve as documentation and attest to how the body naturally wants to heal itself. I got out of my own way and allowed it to happen. Perhaps natural healing is in your path, too. Either way, I remain judgement-free.

I’m most grateful.


P.S. I’m also grateful to be alive at a time where Hollywood’s/TV Media’s shiny veneer is being peeled back and the underlying sticky tar revealed…to bring about more equality and respect for all the earnest genders and to be recognized as humans who have souls. May the younger female generations have sovereignty/freedom in art, love, time, bodily-privacy, and in any business venture that allows the former for themselves and others, along with charitable-giving to better the planet and future generations, including the evolving male gender. This Helenbobelen’s not a millionaire, but was early-endowed with the wisdom to turn down multiple tar-laden millions and whenever necessary, continue to do so as a female (charitable!) indie-artist. May we all go deeper and let go…to create better emotional and therefore, material creativity…

Hummingbirds 92, 93, 94 (Eraser-Free)

Hummingbirds 92, 93, and 94: 9.5H x 4W Inches; Graphite, Paper envelope, and Love


Hummingbirds 92, 93, and 94: 9.5H x 4W Inches; Graphite, Paper envelope, and Love


Hummingbirds 92, 93, and 94: 9.5H x 4W Inches; Graphite, Paper envelope, and Love

Hummingbirds 92, 93, and 94
9.5H x 4W Inches
Graphite, Paper Envelope, and Love



As most of you already know from previous years, I’m a one-woman-band so I’m letting you know now that I accept domestic jewelry and art requests by December 14th and international jewelry and art requests by December 7th midnight CST. All requests for these items after December 15th 12noon PST, will be sent after January 8th, 2018…thank you for your support and purchases!

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