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Dimension: 8"X10" on Canvas Board
Medium: Acrylics

Song: Under the Boardwalk

When the sun beats down and burns the tar up on the roof,
And your shoes get so hot you wish your tired feet were fireproof,
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea,
On a blanket with my baby, that's where I'll be.

From the park you hear the happy sound of the carousel,
You can almost taste the hot dogs and french fries they sell,
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea,
On a blanket with my baby, that's where I'll be.

Under the boardwalk, (Out of the sun)
Under the boardwalk, (We'll be having some fun)
Under the boardwalk, (People walking above)
Under the boardwalk, (We'll be falling in love)
Under the boardwalk, (Boardwalk!)

Oooh, la la la la la la.
Oooh, la la la la la la la la la.
Help me somebody, sing some la la's with me.
Under the night, under the stars by the raging sea.
Under the boardwalk, down by...

Award winning impressionistic original outdoor painting in a country setting. Europea flair, making you feel having a informal outdoor gathering. A fantastical image of multiple colors on brushstrokes.

Embracing and Passionistic. This painting was inspired by me by the sculptorist, Auguste Rodin, his version of "The Kiss" Limited Edition

I call it..."Unforgettable," because when I saw the live sculptor in Paris, France...I still have not forgotten.



Unforgettable, that's what you are
Unforgettablethough near or far
Like a song of love that clings to me
How the thought of you does things to me
Never before has someone been more

Unforgettable in every way
And forever more, that's how you'll stay
That's why, darling, it's incredible
That someone so unforgettable
Thinks that I am unforgettable too



Unforgettable in every way
And forever more, that's how you'll stay
That's why, darling, it's incredible
That someone so unforgettable
Thinks that I am unforgettable too

Dimension: 16"X20" Stretch Bar Canvas
Medium: windsor & Newton Oils


Freedom's Plow: by Langston Hughes

When a man starts out with nothing,
When a man starts out with his hands
Empty, but clean,
When a man starts to build a world,
He starts first with himself
And the faith that is in his heart-
The strength there,
The will there to build.

First in the heart is the dream-
Then the mind starts seeking a way.
His eyes look out on the world,
On the great wooded world,
On the rich soil of the world,
On the rivers of the world.

America!
Land created in common,
Dream nourished in common,
Keep your hand on the plow! Hold on!
If the house is not yet finished,
Don’t be discouraged, builder!
If the fight is not yet won,
Don’t be weary, soldier!
The plan and the pattern is here,
Woven from the beginning
Into the warp and woof of America:
ALL MEN ARE...

Dimension: 18"X20" gesso prime treated Canvas

Medium: Acrylics


One of Helena's favorite paintings of mother and her first born child. A story within this painting.

As each woman is assimlated to this ideal, her individual features are transformed and on some occasions, merged with her rivals. Similarly the characteristic costume of one woman may also be found in a portrait of another.

Angel In Disguise
© Jennifer Rasmussen


The other day I met an angel
And when I looked into her eyes
I saw a love to pierce the darkness
I saw that hate she truly despised

I saw the comfort and compassion
When I was broken or would cry
She'd embrace me into her arms
And sing to me a lullaby

The words so inspirational
I'd close my eyes and dream
The melody so graceful
I was hearing Heaven sing

She taught me many lessons
About how to live my life
Pleasingly towards...

Dimension: 11”X14” stretch bar canvas Medium: Windsor & Newton Oils


Liberty New Castle, July 4, 1878 or a hundred years the pulse of time Has throbbed for Liberty; For a hundred years the grand old clime Columbia has been free; For a hundred years our country’s love, The Stars and Stripes, has waved above. Away far out on the gulf of years- Misty and faint and white Through the fogs of wrong-a sail appears, And the Mayflower heaves in sight, And drifts again, with its little flock Of a hundred souls, on Plymouth Rock. Do you see them there-as long, long since- Through the lens of History; Do you see them there as their chieftain prints In the snow his bended knee, And lifts his voice through the wintry blast In thanks for a peaceful home at last? Though the skies are dark and the coast is bleak, And the storm is wild and fierce, Its frozen flake on the upturned cheek Of the Pilgrim melts in tears, And the dawn that springs from the darkness there Is the morning light of...

On our journey through life, we encounter many things that inspire us. This tree inspired me, and took my breathe away. I am just enjoying the journey with the small inspirations that come my path.

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. ... Albert Einstein

I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.

-- Joyce Kilmer

Award winning impressionistic original outdoor painting in a country setting. Europea flair, making you feel having a informal outdoor gathering. A fantastical image of multiple colors on brushstrokes.

Please feel free to contact Helena, and on her own personal website: www.helenasartgallery.com and comment on her guestbook. She would love to hear from you!

Helena Bebirian, once more adds more of her works onto FineArtAmerica. Her most recent works, very different than the rest, called "Late May at Cape Cod."


Cape Cod, often referred to as simply the Cape, and called Cape of Keel by early Norse explorers. Friends and myself always go to the Cape, to visit the towns, enjoy the sites, and view local merchant trading and whale cultures. Best seafood in the Northeast.


Also refer to Helena's personal website for additional comments and to sign her guestbook on: www.helenasartgallery.com. Now on Facebook!

Dimension: 6"X12" Canvas Medium: Water-Based Windsor & Newton Acrylics

When Lovely Women Blossom to their Day The moment stop The rest just gaze With Awe and Not An Utter Word to Say.

Wonderful story of a two sisters, a brother, flying their kites every summer at their favorite beach.



My Kite - Sung to "The Farmer in the Dell"

My kite is up so high,
My kite is up so high,
Oh my - - just watch it fly
My kite is up so high.


My kite is falling down,
My kite is falling down,
Oh no - - it's down so low
My kite is falling down.

The wind has caught my kite,
The wind has caught my kite,
What fun - - I'm on the run
The wind has caught my kite.

My kite is up so high,
My kite is up so high,
Oh my - - just watch it fly
My kite is up so high.

Media: Acrylic

Dimension: 16”X20” on mounted canvas

Free-spirited, running through the glossy leaved lemon tree field.

Lemon Tree

Oh my little lemon tree!
Teach me
How you play and laugh.
I’ve forgot to be easy, simple, adventurous
Like a fluttering leaf
On a windy day.

Oh my little lemon tree! Tell me
How you grudge and strike
I’ve forgot to be angry, cruel and insurrectionist!
Like a bow pulled to it’s maximum.

Swirls and twirls created on "Hannah's Magical Wish Granting Tree."

There was once a weary traveler who sat down to rest in the shade of a tree. He did not know that the tree he rested upon was a magic tree. It is called " The Wish-Granting Tree." Seated on the hard ground, he thought how pleasant it would be if he can sleep in a soft bed. Instantly, a bed appeared before him. Astonished, the man immediately climbed onto the bed. Then, he thought that it would be nice if there would be a beautiful young girl beside him who would massage his sore legs. At that moment, a young girl appeared before him and began massaging him. "I'm so hungry," the man said to himself. "Having something to eat now would be a great pleasure." Instantly, a table appeared with delicious foods. The man rejoiced and began eating and drinking to his heart's content. His head spun a little and his eyelids grew heavy as the wine took effect. He stretched himself and was thinking about the wonderful...

Dimension: 18"X24" Stretch Bar Canvas Medium: Windsor & Newton Water-Based Acrylics

Bad Gardens copy, good gardens create, great gardens transcend. What all great gardens have in common are their ability to pull the sensitive viewer out of him or herself and into the garden, so completely that the separate self-sense disappears entirely, and at least for a brief moment one is ushered into a nondual and timeless awareness. A great garden, in other words, is mystical no matter what its actual content. - Ken Wilbur, Grace and Grit, 1991, p. 109.

Dimension: 16"X20" Windsor & Newton Cotton Stretch Bar Canvas Medium: Windsor & Newton Water-Based Acrylics

Wild Heart By Lacy Priest

Her pounding hooves barely touched the ground, If she escapes, she'll never be found.
The men's ropes are twirling, now flying throuth the air, Waiting to tighten 'round the neck of the mare.
She sees it and cuts to the right, While the riders draw empty ropes back up tight. The men's horses are tiring, but she's fresh as a breeze.
"She's drawing away," whispers the wind in the trees. Through the canyon, up the hill, "The men are beaten; she's safe"; the cardinals thrill!
She'll never know bridle, blanket, nor saddle, And she won't ever help cowboys round up the cattle.
'Cause she's a wild one by name and by mark, The cowboys all round here call her The Wild Heart.
Now that's the tale of the sorrel mare that never got roped, Because she evaded all the cowboys with her powerful 'lope.

Wild beauties dashing through the snow!

TO MY HORSE By Whitney Robinson

From day to day and year to year It's you that makes me whole The pounding of your hooves Sparks magic in my soul. Who could match out joy? None would be so bold As we canter through the meadows In a dance of ages old. You were a gift from Heaven On Earth you give me wings And even Angel envy The joy such freedom brings We will travel the world over And track the rainbow to it's end We will find out pot of Gold And continue 'round the bend. Our Gold may come as trophies Or ribbons flashing blue But these things matter little My Treasure lies in YOU.

I grew up loving the gentle soul Michael Jackson...his music, his moonwalk, his moves...and when I heard the news he passed away...I literally wept. I fell asleep weeping asI had this dream of Michael Jackson, and felt this was a calling for me to paint him. This painting is in memory of the greatest legend in my times, and as for all times. I picked one of my favorite songs he sang,"I'll Be There," when he was young...as I know he never left and will always be there!


You and I must make a pact, we must bring salvation back Where there is love, I'll be there I'll reach out my hand to you, I'll have faith in all you do Just call my name and I'll be there I'll be there to comfort you, Build my world of dreams around you, I'm so glad that I found you I'll be there with a love that's strong I'll be your strength, I'll keep holding on Let me fill your heart with joy and laughter Togetherness, well that's all I'm after Whenever you need me, I'll be there I'll be there to...

Medium: Brushed Ink

Dimension: 11"X14" on Strathmore Watercolor 140 pd Paper


Gentle and stunning brush strokes in brushed ink. Simple yet elegant are an embraced couple cheek to cheek in the dance.

Don't say a word, Gaze into my eyes, Take my hand, and Just Dance With Me.

Pomegranates, the National Fruit of Armenia. No matter what the size of the pomegranate fruit, there are always 365 seeds. One seed for everday of the year.

As the viewer, you would have to figure out, are there 365 strokes of paint, 365 pomegranate seeds, 365 lines? Once again, a lovely poem added to this artwork.

The Pomegranate , by Eavan Boland

The only legend I have ever loved is
the story of a daughter lost in hell.
And found and rescued there.
Love and blackmail are the gist of it.
Ceres and Persephone the names.
And the best thing about the legend is
I can enter it anywhere.And have.
As a child in exile in
a city of fogs and strange consonants,
I read it first and at first I was
an exiled child in the crackling dusk of
the underworld, the stars blighted.Later
I walked out in a summer twilight
searching for my daughter at bed-time.
When she came running I was ready
to make any bargain...

Dimension: 11�X14� Strathmore 140 pd watercolor paper Medium: Windsor & Newton Watercolors & Pencils

�Give Peace A Chance��-John Lennon http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RkZC7sqImaM&NR=1

Figurative interracial woman brings Peace into the world by extending the olive branch with three doves on it. Fascinating workmanship.

Peace Begins With You Our Lady Peace by Mark van Doren

How far is it to peace, the piper sighed, The solitary, sweating as he paused. Asphalt the noon; the ravens, terrified, Fled carrion thunder that percussion caused. The envelope of earth was powder loud; The taut wings shivered, driven at the sun. The piper put his pipe away and bowed. Not here, he said. I hunt the love-cool one, The dancer with the clipped hair. Where is she? We shook our heads, parting for him to pass. Our lady was of no such trim degree, And none of us had seen her face, alas. She was the very ridges that we must...

Dimension: 16"X20" on stretched Canvas board
Medium: Acrylics


The candle delirium lit in the evening brings comfort, day and night. This painting mesmorizes and tells a story.


Keep The Candle Burning

Words and music by jeff border, gayla boarders & lowell alexander

You think you’re alone there in your silent storm
But I’ve seen the tears you’ve cried falling down and trying to drown
The flame of hope inside
Let me tell you now, tell you now

When you’re walking in the dead of night
And your soul is churning
When your hope seems out of sight
Keep the candle burning
All it takes is one steady heart in a world that’s turning
Shine a light and pierce the dark
Keep the candle burning
Keep the candle burning

When you’re down and you’re discouraged
When the darkness clouds your view
You’ve got to gather up your courage
You know the lord is gonna see you...

Helena Bebirian has once again added more works onto her profile on FineArtAmerica. Works including Carnival, Please Don't Go, Winter's Hardy, and more. Please look at the rest of her works here. Helena would love to hear from you, and please feel free to add comments.

Dimension: 16”X20” Gesso treated stretch bar canvas Medium: Acrylics Neuschwanstein Castle


(German: Schloss Neuschwanstein, lit. New Swan Stone palace, is a 19th-century Bavarian palace on a rugged hill near Hohenschwangau and Füssen in southwest Bavaria, Germany. The palace was commissioned by Ludwig II of Bavaria as a retreat and as an homage to Richard Wagner, the King’s inspiring muse. Although public photography of the interior is not permitted,[1] it is the most photographed building in Germany and is one of the country’s most popular tourist destinations.[2] Ludwig himself named it Neue Hohenschwangau; the name Neuschwanstein was coined after his death. The reclusive Ludwig did not allow visitors to his castles, which he intended as personal refuges, but after his death in 1886 the castle was opened to the public (in part due to the need to pay off the debts Ludwig incurred financing its construction).[citation needed] Since that time over 50 million people have...

Dimension: 16”X20” Windsor & Newton Cotton Stretch Bar Canvas Medium: Windsor & Newton Water-Based Acrylics

Wild Heart
By Lacy Priest

Her pounding hooves barely touched the ground, If she escapes, she’ll never be found. The men’s ropes are twirling, now flying throuth the air, Waiting to tighten ‘round the neck of the mare. She sees it and cuts to the right, While the riders draw empty ropes back up tight.

The men’s horses are tiring, but she’s fresh as a breeze. “She’s drawing away,” whispers the wind in the trees. Through the canyon, up the hill, “The men are beaten; she’s safe”; the cardinals thrill! She’ll never know bridle, blanket, nor saddle, And she won’t ever help cowboys round up the cattle.

‘Cause she’s a wild one by name and by mark, The cowboys all round here call her The Wild Heart. Now that’s the tale of the sorrel mare that never got roped, Because she evaded all the cowboys with her powerful ‘lope.

Colorist and Passionistic Artist, Helena Bebirian wishes to define her works; which other artists have agreed. Check out Helena's other works on www.helenasartgallery.com And please feel free to comment on her guestbook. She looks forward to hearing from you! Passionism Main Entry: pas-sion-ism Function: noun Pronunciation: pa-sh&-’’ni-z&m 1. Capitalized: The theory or practice in painting art, combination of all forms and development of art throughout history. The root of all art. The first artistic movement in the 21st Century. 2. Helena’s Definition: The ‘ism of isms’ in painting. The seed within, the love for creation and the purpose to create. If given the choice to either have chocolate or to paint; the true passionate painter would undoubtedly choose to paint.

Dimension: 16"X20" Gesso treated stretch bar canvas

Medium: Acrylics


Neuschwanstein Castle (German: Schloss Neuschwanstein, lit. New Swan Stone palace, is a 19th-century Bavarian palace on a rugged hill near Hohenschwangau and Füssen in southwest Bavaria, Germany. The palace was commissioned by Ludwig II of Bavaria as a retreat and as an homage to Richard Wagner, the King's inspiring muse. Although public photography of the interior is not permitted,[1] it is the most photographed building in Germany and is one of the country's most popular tourist destinations.[2] Ludwig himself named it Neue Hohenschwangau; the name Neuschwanstein was coined after his death.

The reclusive Ludwig did not allow visitors to his castles, which he intended as personal refuges, but after his death in 1886 the castle was opened to the public (in part due to the need to pay off the debts Ludwig incurred financing its construction).[citation needed] Since that time over 50...

This is a very symbolic painting, of The Three Wise Men, and as I have titled it, "Walking Through The Fields of Gold," a song sung by Sting.

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk through fields of gold

So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
You forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in fields of gold

See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold

I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in fields of gold
We'll walk in fields of gold

Many years have...

Helena Bebirian, once more adds more of her works onto FineArtAmerica. Her most recent works, very different than the rest, called "Late May at Cape Cod."


Cape Cod, often referred to as simply the Cape, and called Cape of Keel by early Norse explorers. Friends and myself always go to the Cape, to visit the towns, enjoy the sites, and view local merchant trading and whale cultures. Best seafood in the Northeast.


Also refer to Helena's personal website for additional comments and to sign her guestbook on: www.helenasartgallery.com. Now on Facebook!

Original fineartworks by passionate artist Helena Bebirian for calendar year 2010. Award winning works, as well as an art collector’s dream displayed.

Enjoy Helena’s fineworks through her personal journeys throughout the world. Splashes of color with a vivid imagination.

Another year wiser, another year older, with a wish of joyous peace throughout.

Happy 2010, from Helena’s Art Gallery to your homes!

Christmas! That Special time of year for children of all ages. I still believe in Santa Claus, because I make Christmas a part of my life everyday. Santa Claus here in this illustration is getting Rudolph, the red nosed reindeer, ready for the best time of the year flight. What a wonderful time of the year!