Friendship Circle Art Studio with ElyB.Art

05/04/2026

04/05/2026

04/03/2026

For Sale

“Shma Israel”
Oil on canvas
24x36inch

03/20/2026

The Art of Poetry Series
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The gallery of HaShem
For ElyB

Before the doors, before the walls,
there is a greater gallery.

The gallery of Hashem.

No frames.
No titles.
Just sky stretched like an endless canvas,
light pouring through every moment.

Each soul a living painting,
brushed with purpose,
layered with joy and struggle,
never finished, always becoming.

Shabbat arrives
and the world steps back to look.

No selling.
No proving.
Only witnessing.

The Las Olas streets, the gallery, the heart
all hang quietly together
in divine light.

And in that stillness
you begin to see

you were never the artist alone
you were always the art.

With Love, for my love,
BH
Stacy Bracha BenHayon

Golden Chamsa Art by ElyB

03/19/2026

The Art of Poetry Series
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The Morning Agreement

I wake before the world finishes deciding what it is today,
before the headlines stretch their shadows across the sky,
before fear finds its shoes.

There is a quiet contract in the air,
unspoken, but certain:
today I will meet hearts that are heavy,
eyes that forgot how to soften,
voices sharpened by storms they never asked for.

And I say… okay.

Because the world is turning again,
restless, rearranging,
like a gallery where every painting refuses to stay still.
Everything changes.
Everything leaves.
Everything arrives disguised as something else.

Life,
brief as a breath on glass.

So I gather what is mine to carry:
my words,
my actions,
this small glowing center in my chest
that still remembers how to love.

The rest?
I release like sand through open fingers.

Let them come,
the adversaries,
the anxious,
the ones trembling behind sharp edges.

I will meet them
not with armor,
but with light.

Not naive,
awake.

Because I know something they may have forgotten:
a sentence can heal or fracture a soul,
a glance can open a window or close a door forever.

So I choose gentle.
I choose patient.
I choose to speak like each word is a seed
that might outlive me.

And if the day shakes,
if disappointment knocks like an uninvited guest,
I will still set a place at the table.

“Sit,” I’ll say.
“You, too, are part of my becoming.”

Every failure,
a chisel.
Every fear,
a doorway wearing a mask.

Nothing wasted.
Nothing outside the design.

Because in the center of my being
there is only this knowing:

There is a reason.
There is a rhythm.
There is Hashem,
woven through it all
like breath through song.

So I rise, grateful.
Wildly, humbly, fully alive.

If this is my last morning,
then let it be said,
I sang anyway.
I danced anyway.
I loved loudly,
and forgave quickly,
and stood in the light
even when the world flickered.

And to whoever needs it today,
take this with you:

🪬Do not be afraid.
🪬Hold what you can shape.
🪬Release what you cannot.
🪬Stay luminous.

YOU matter more than you know.

And somewhere,
in ways you may never see,
your love is already changing everything. 🦋

⸻

With love,
Stacy Bracha BenHayon

03/18/2026

Art available by Art Tatyana Denisova
🦋 Friendship Center For The Arts & Gallery

At the Gallery with a new painting