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.

Can You Make Too Much Art?

For me, the desire to make is always there, and it’s especially pressing after coming into contact with the creativity of other artists, whether in the theater, a museum or book. But to actually make something I always have to scale a few obstacles.

#1 It feels wasteful to make more than I can storeI because I live in an apartment, use one room as a studio but storage is minimal and I’m a frugal, recycling kind of person.

#2 The feeling that art-making(includes all art forms) can’t possibly matter in a world so full of suffering.

I recently heard the Turkish writer, Elif Safak, tell a story on The Moth, where she mentions her struggle with #2, that push pull of whether or not to make art.  It’s always heartening to hear another artist mention it.

So is there ever a need to refrain from making? I don’t know. I can’t answer for others I just know it’s a question I ruminate over.

This world of dew is but a world of dew and yet…

This haiku was written by the Japanese master, Kobayashi Issa, after the death of his infant daughter. Everything in 12 words. A poignant expression of the constant tension between knowing the truth of things- the insubstantiality of all experience and the need to live deeply engaged.

Below, four new works.

Through

I work with this image often. The wheel of heaven, blessings and/or energy from above and the generative threshold, entry. I started with the drawing and moved into paint.

Balance is still a work-in-progress. Working over an old piece.