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How many moments do you get? Turning off the iPad, the tv, the radio, the iPod, the iPhone, the browser, www, email, aol, yahoo, gmail, twitter, Facebook (of course), beepers, faxes, plain old telephone, the news, the sports, the weather, the family, the parents, the children, cousins, children of children, friends of children, families of friends, book group, quilt group, church group, coffee club, drinking buddies, and besides that all the time spent at work? How many moments do you sit and allow yourself in an hour, in a day, in a week, in a month, in a year, in a decade, or a lifetime?
How often is everything still, attachments detached, space without noise, heart settled, intention resolved, attitude positive, no embarrassment, no doubt, no hesitation? How many moments focused, ego quiet, and open? How many times turning inward without doing? How many touches to the infinite?
And how precious each jewel?
|Getting congruent with the person inside.|
|While listening to stories describing practice I heard, "In learning, you add day by day; in the studio, you reduce day by day"|
|Cool drifts through the screen door alerting bare legs to seasonal cycles shifting.|
|Remaking the man. Shifting planes. Fitting pieces. Seeing what works.|
|Journey broadens; one thousand eyes looking in.|
|The inner life, easily shifting, reshaping, subject to storms, consumed by vortices, an illusion of fashioned flow.|
|Letting go and waiting for integration.|
|Group meeting at the river.|
|While working out a compositional problem using positive and negative space I hear the Heart Sutra ringing in my ears, "...form is emptiness and emptiness is form..."|
I sit with the rain
Dampness under my clothes
I smell Louisiana
In the warmth
And not so much the scent
As the fullness
A squirrel in an awkward posture
Raised on hind feet, back arched
Digging with his front paws in the softened dirt
Nervously buries new year's lunch
|Looking into the deep and holding secrets close.|
Did you hear the one about the intersecting mobius strips?
Why does laughter occur?
Drawing practice takes place in the studio; creative process happens everywhere.
Images pass in and out of my attention every day while I'm online, watching TV, driving, dreaming and drawing. My job is to constantly search this visual space for something special and only rarely do I find myself in close proximity to an attractor, an image or idea that holds on, persists in the imagination, pervades my thinking in and out of the studio, and appears as a unifying pattern. When this icon, singularity, and totality symbol finally emerges from the noise, I sit with it, rest with it, resist it, question it and hopefully am able to turn toward it fully and pass through it with enough openness to comprehend the expansiveness it represents.
|Seeing a river and entering the stream.|
|Discovering new territories and finding them already fully populated.|
|Watching a new image take flight.|