Two From One

These were created last month and came from one piece. I tore the original in half. If I have a picture of the original I’ll post next time. Similar theme but now two quite separate pieces.

Incorporating more writing/calligraphy in my work.

new work since…

it’s been a while since I’ve posted but between my day job and my life coach certification program i’ve been busy BUT not too busy to make art and write. i’m at the mid-point of the certification process and several things are clear:

  1. my creative practice is key to my co-active coaching practice. i knew that intellectually but the certification process (we work on our inner life as much as we work on the techniques of coaching) has solidified that knowing.
  2. all i’ve ever wanted to do since i was a child is express myself creatively through making visual art and writing. that’s it. that’s the core of everything.

not that i don’t want to do other things. i do. i want my work in the world to be of service, and i want my creative expression to be central. does that mean i want to make art for money? leave my day job? i don’t know. but my inspiration today is, if i make creative expression through writing and art central to my daily life practice along with meditation many things, including my work in the world, will fall in line. i won’t have to make things happen. things. will. simply. happen.

experimenting writing in lower case. i do it in my poetry. it’s becoming a preference.

Underpinnings (07.15.15)

Today I wrote words in response to music (mostly Arvo Part), to my state of mind and to the paper. No. 3 was written on lab paper. I will eventually work into these but am documenting words and calligraphy for now.

I have an idea to work on paper that has my words as the background, rather than always working on printed paper with someone else’s words. Paper with my words, whether I handwrite or whether I use a copier to print them, adds another dimension–the entire work is mine.

I photographed these on my drawing table and liked seeing part of the table as a border for No. 3.

No. 1: there is no way to make sense of so much sadness that arises unbidden borne of conditions coming together but lack of awareness allows it to come unnoticed like a thief like a cop like a child fearful of rejection so much fear so much sorrow the heart of the earth of the mother is the only place vast enough she can hold worlds of hurt and transform them into dirt press them into stone into diamonds into things so precious we only need to press our forehead on her wide bosom to know to understand to wake up

No. 2: aloneness that is all i seem to cultivate i am very good at this yet i learn nothing whatever i learn stays here in this room in this house between me and the cat who never asks what i know but who never fails to ask to be fed feed me feed me feed me so many mouths crying crying crying to be fed feed me feed

No. 3: let’s turn this looking this codifying this measuring this keeping of detailed notes this obsession with input and output this concern with the primacy of data this love of columns of numbers that add up to profits let’s turn it all over let’s drop it on it’s head it’s lies all lies telling us one thing while forsaking all others awarding certificates and papers meaningless to life to the survival of species to our lost and precious hearts

Breakthrough! (07.14.15)

Apologies for so many posts–catching up with the backlog. And I’m very excited about this breakthrough.

Working with a process suggested by my advisor, I took an image from my Macaulay Sketchbook (I name sketchbooks based on the the name of the book I’m drawing in. If it’s ledger, then the date it was created.) and developed images/words from that starting point. The initial image had no particular meaning, I was simply attracted to it. Images are set up in the order they were created. The last 2 images are monoprints that are (finally) outside the sketchbook.

Script above No 52-53: two mouths yawning in opposite directions

Calligraphy for No.58-59: a tableau a table a hungry mountain spewing spewing like a volcano but not a volcano just a table and a hungry mountain

Script for 2 anvils: a table a tableau ghost of a table a mountain an anvil a place of beating into submission the fruits of the earth

I’m excited by this process that offers a direction and way of working.