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The Great Transmutation
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The Great Transmutation
oil on cradled wood panel
24 x 36 x 1.5 inches
This item is unframed but ready to hang
(click on the image to purchase)
The Great Transmutation
oil on cradled wood panel
24 x 36 x 1.5 inches
This item is unframed but ready to hang
(click on the image to purchase)
may the wind deal kindly with us
may the fire remember our names
may springs flow, rain fall again
may the land grow green, may it swallow our mistakes
we begin the work
may it continue
the great transmutation
may it continue
a new heaven and a new earth
may it continue
may it continue - DIANE DI PRIMA
may the fire remember our names
may springs flow, rain fall again
may the land grow green, may it swallow our mistakes
we begin the work
may it continue
the great transmutation
may it continue
a new heaven and a new earth
may it continue
may it continue - DIANE DI PRIMA
I find myself seeking solace in mantras.
Chants, of a sort, which my mind can fall into, soothing in their familiarity and rhythm. A pattern of words to return me to my breath, to the present moment, to calm. Di Prima's poem is a grand piece of rhythmic words to refocus on the things we long for and the things we wish to abolish. A reminder of what is good and what is the line in the sand.
Following Dotty Seiter's practice of noticing is a real game-changer for me. A daily morning walk over the same old bridge, across the same vast river, toward the same tall buildings - and yet. And yet with practice there are new things everywhere; good things, bad things, neutral things, but things. Observing is a practice. May it continue.
Chants, of a sort, which my mind can fall into, soothing in their familiarity and rhythm. A pattern of words to return me to my breath, to the present moment, to calm. Di Prima's poem is a grand piece of rhythmic words to refocus on the things we long for and the things we wish to abolish. A reminder of what is good and what is the line in the sand.
Following Dotty Seiter's practice of noticing is a real game-changer for me. A daily morning walk over the same old bridge, across the same vast river, toward the same tall buildings - and yet. And yet with practice there are new things everywhere; good things, bad things, neutral things, but things. Observing is a practice. May it continue.
About the art: 'tis the season for revitalizing murdered paintings! Here is yet another brutally bludgeoned piece in which the pattern of the paint-over became the impetus for a new abstract. Following the paint tool me way, WAY out of my usual style and into something dreamlike and surreal. Heaps of layers and glazes on this one. Getting those dark, dark, DARKS was the goal. Oooh la la!
All that AND—pop!—there were my name and my noticing in print also! Thank you. Thank you for the shout-out and thank you for bouncing my noticing practice back my way : ) Right now I am noticing how grouchy I am this afternoon! And the singleton earring sitting on my desk. And the heavy feeling I am carrying inside. Hmm.
And thank you for the gift of wisdom in your blog. It has had a profound impact on my every day. xoxoxoxo
What a wonderful addition.
I'm printing out "May it continue" and putting it up on my studio wall. So much power in so few words. My fears and my hopes out there in equal measure. I'm so tuned into noticing. I love seeing scenes I've seen a 1000 times and one day noticing and then wanting to paint them. The art work is amazing! The energy coupled with the color palette have me aghast! Sorry I did not comment on Monday. I normally stormy week with your blog.
CS
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