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Wonderland

3/2/2020

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​"Wonderland" - mixed media on cradled wood panel, 12" x 6" x 1.75".  Available here, at Artfinder and coming soon at the Salty Teacup.

​We find our depth the we go directly into the hole, as Alice did.  Wonderland is really the depths of the human soul, with its defiance of logic and all its radiant possibilities. - DAVID RICHO, How to be an Adult in Relationships

​Here in the wonderland of the PNW, I've spent much of the week contemplating the defiance of logic.  Whether it is the presence of exquisite beauty in the midst of pain and suffering,  the slowing of cars for pedestrians in the hustle and hurry of rush hour or the way a very simple approach to a painting can result in something breathtakingly complex to view.

What happens when we defy logic?  What happens when we suspend disbelief and allow for anything, anything​ (even the very, VERY good) to be possible?  Radiant possibilities​ - oh my.  
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"How on earth did Alice go directly into the hole,"  I wonder as news of viruses and politics and gun violence prompt thoughts of becoming a modern day hermit.  Our instincts to avoid dark holes might be appropriate in the physical world (I type this and then I recall my sister wanting to venture into a dark cave filled with the sound of trickling water when we were exploring a rural pathway in Italy a couple of years ago) and yet when it comes to our own human souls, Richo posits these dark holes might actually be the passageways to transformation and wholeness.   

I'll be looking for opportunities to defy logic this week.  And while that may result in a pile of paintings waiting to be smothered in black gesso, it might also land me in Wonderland.  Want to come along?
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Dotty Seiter link
3/2/2020 01:30:17 pm

I'm in, Jen! To wonderland we go!

Here's the wonder of your Wonderland painting posted here: It speaks to my experience (ongoing as I write) of a tree service that has as its job today to remove a dozen or more trees along the Legion Hall side of the property line behind our home, very directly and dramatically changing the landscape for us and our neighbors on each side. Some of the trees we know to have been planted 65 years ago; one of them we held especially dear for having been the perch that facilitate our being able to rescue our beloved escaped parakeet 20+ Decembers ago. I am standing stock still, stunned, with tears leaking from my eyes, with Kapiti and the wild displaced birds sitting on my outstretched hand.

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jen
3/2/2020 04:54:04 pm

Oh Dotty! Looking directly into the hole created where the trees once were...leaving room for radiant possibilities. Sending big hugs...and mourning those trees with you. xo

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Carol Edan link
3/2/2020 11:47:32 pm

Oh how horrible! Why are they cutting down the trees! Here to cut down a tree we need special permission! So sad!

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brian
3/2/2020 01:53:31 pm

Beautiful blog Jen, I love what you do with the words of others and even more, the words that are yours.
I did not enjoy the prospect of dark alleys, caves or holes .... until I reached out for the hand I will never let go of.

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jen
3/2/2020 04:55:16 pm

Sweet Brian! You are making me teary. Thank you, beautiful human. Let's shine a light in dark alleys together. xo

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