Thursday, January 28, 2010
when it's celebrated in
the deep meaning of a message on
a second grader's heart-shaped candy
that melts in the mouth as quickly
as a 'crush' comes and goes.
when we wed and when we met.
applauding perseverance and patience
and the strength of the heart strings.
the beginning of my postings~
one year ago...an interesting, unpredicted event
that was simply started to join
in the disintegration collaboration.
ONE YEAR LATER, 156 POSTINGS,
COUNTLESS PHOTOGRAPHS TAKEN: LOTS OF
JOY, a few INNER
FEARS, MANY HAPPY DISCOVERIES SHARED
REPRESENTED IN THIS COLLAGE* OF
(if you're reading this, thank you for being there. i mean here!)
(*a picasa collage of photographs taken by me over the year for this blog)
Thursday, January 21, 2010
after writing the post below last week,
gesso and brushes found their way
off the shelf, at last! it's been
six months since i played like this.
memories of the rio grande's waters quietly
keeping the pace ..
i got back to that by writing.
words work for me.
a bridge forms,
and a movement begins.
lines and dots flow~
and i lose myself and self-consciousness.
not quite "the FLOW", but perhaps
more of what is described here:
"Meditation-in-action:.. is to stop the mind's confused obsession with little Me.
In seeing/drawing the entire concentraion--for a change--happens to be what is not-Me...
It is not only meditation, it is meditation-in-action, by eye and hand in unison."
"TO KNOW THE EGO IS TO FORGET THE EGO, TO FORGET THE EGO IS TO BE ILLUMINATED BY ALL THINGS" Dogen
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
ZEN SEEING, ZEN DRAWING Meditation in Action by Frederick Franck has been an ally in diminishing the voices that formerly told me 'you must learn to draw realistically'.
as a long lover of Haiku and Tanka and eastern sense, grasping the idea proported by the author was a comfort.
Some excerpts from Franck:
looking at one of his drawings, he began:
" 'Ah! But this is a haiku, a wordless haiku written in lines and dots!' Since in Japanese the same verb can mean to draw and to write, I was drawing haiku-legitimately....
In Japanese, haiku are...the rediscovery of seeing, of celebrating the sensitivity of the eye. It converts deadly looking-at into living seeing!
The poet Masaoka Shiki wrote:
'I had a flowering branch placed by my pillow. A I draw faithfully, I feel I am gradually coming to grasp the secrets of creation.'
Basho, the father of haiku, warned his students:
'Jot down your haiku before the heat of perception cools!' "
"An AUTHENTIC HAIKU must, in one breath,
GRASP THE JOY AS IT FLIES,
THE TEAR AS IT TRICKLES DOWN THE CHEEK.
In its seventeen syllables it must catch the unsayable, the mystery of being and non-being: timeless mini-satori in fleeting time:
this dewdrop universe
just a dewdrop
A haiku is:
a flash of illumination in which we enter into things...
a minimum of words that grasp a moment of grace,
joyous or heartrending...
an expression of inner feeling totally devoid of ego...
the eye-heart-hand reflex of seeing/drawing the intellect...Seeing and feeling condence themselves into the ink marks a hand jots down.
TO FORGET THE EGO IS TO BE ILLUMINATED BY ALL THINGS."
and above are my 'haiku marks':
*sitting alone at the rio grande's edge and letting my pencil move to the sound of the water you see in the photos,
*sumi ink markings,
*and a page from a book of tanka that i have been altering (tanka has 31 syllables in 5,7,5,7,7 pattern).
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
in response to a maya angelo poem and a snowsuited child making an angel in the snow on kim's beautiful posting at WORDS ON PAPER SCRAPS(in the sidebar), i commented with this:
there were days:
for snowsuits and angels,
for fear of love,
and then falling:
for someone, for a moment,
for the snow, for myself.
for being brave
alone in the cold.
i'll add a poem from ALISTAIR REED that i've kept close by for years:
to rise to the sky you need
and so many things,
incalculable things, things without names,
a license for a large slow-moving eye,
the inscription on the nails of the almond tree,
the titles of the grass in the morning.
Monday, January 4, 2010
the new year called me
out into the blue crystal
light and shadow play
brought me in to finish
the tiny winter twilight
painting begun so
(pretend you're squinting your eyes at the painting,
it just won't come into focus with my camera...it's spirit
is protecting itself, i guess, and i think it looks better
this way .. hmmmm, and grin)
AND PLEASE CHECK OUT MY FASHIONISTA WINTER GARB IN THE LAST POST. so many comments about my HOOD!
former fashion statement.
it all comes back to functional
form, very contemporary in that way.
the splendor in the snow/ minus warren beatty,
(but my husband is better! cute, plus he went back on the
trail to rescue my new down mitten!)
six decades later, inspiring myself
to leave the window view
with all my brand new winter wear...
out there (at 15`F)