stepping out, Monotype of the Day #281

I'm really interested in the feet coming out of the chest window. Some change is in process. Where will it go? That's the adventure of making art. It is possible to travel without ever leaving your home. Did I post this poem recently? I think I might have. But, if I did, it bears repeating...

A Spiritual Journey
by Wendell Berry

And the world cannot be discovered by a journey of miles,
no matter how long,
but only by a spiritual journey,
a journey of one inch,
very arduous and humbling and joyful,
by which we arrive at the ground at our feet,
and learn to be at home.

sunrise, Monotype of the Day #280

Not sure how I feel about this one, however it's what came out and tomorrow is another day 🙂 The refrain from one of my favorite Leonard Cohen songs, Anthem, always gives me courage to share images that I am inclined to judge:

Ring the bells (ring the bells) that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything (there is a crack in everything)
That's how the light gets in
-Leonard Cohen

I love this video of the song. He is literally in prayer when he sings and the deep humility and reverence with which he thanks his band... I had the privilege of seeing him in concert and every moment was deeply infused with the presence of something greater and a profound connection to the present moment. Such a special human being, he is missed.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_4U4lXgvorU

the transfer, Monotype of the Day #279

Tonight's colors are more muted, I hope they come across if the photo. Thinking about the notion of intention in art. In the past, I've had grand plans but now my only intention is to show up, listen, and carry a message. More and more I feel like I am a glove on the hand of The Artist. Interestingly process is revivingly impersonal and, at the same time, intensely personal. By removing ego and understanding that it is the nature of creative purpose to flow through any vessel that opens for it, so much pressure is relieved. Art will come in it's own time if we just show up. But, the more the impersonal nature of the creative process is embraced, the most intensely personal and dear the experience of creating becomes. It is a deep and beautiful mystery. I am grateful for every moment of it.

One, Monotype of the Day #278

Say I am You
Rumi, Trans. Coleman Barks

I am dust particles in sunlight.
I am the round sun.

To the bits of dust I say, Stay.
To the sun, Keep moving.

I am morning mist,
and the breathing of evening.

I am wind in the top of a grove,
and surf on the cliff.

Mast, rudder, helmsman, and keel,
I am also the coral reef they founder on.

I am a tree with a trained parrot in its branches.
Silence, thought, and voice.

The musical air coming through a flute,
a spark off a stone, a flickering in metal.

Both candle and the moth crazy around it.
Rose and nightingale lost in the fragrance.

I am all orders of being, the circling galaxy,
the evolutionary intelligence, the lift and the falling away.

What is and what is not.
You who know Jelaluddin,

You are the One in all, say who
I am. Say I am you.

welcome back in, Monotype of the Day #275

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Something has shifted, energy is returning. Another of my favorite poems...

Within this earthen vessel
by Kabir, Trans. Rabindranath Tagore

Within this earthen vessel are bowers and groves, and within it is the Creator:
Within this vessel are the seven oceans and the unnumbered stars.
The touchstone and the jewel-appraiser are within;
And within this vessel the Eternal soundeth, and the spring wells up.
Kabir says: "Listen to me, my Friend! My beloved Lord is within." http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/Poets/K/Kabir/Withinthisea/index.html

off kilter, Monotype of the Day #274

This isn't the image I wanted to make tonight. I had something else in mind completely but this had to come first. Then there was nothing left for the other image. I hope it will come tomorrow. I feel a like like I was in a battle tonight and once I realized it, I surrendered to the process. But I feel irritated. Some nights are like that. xo

outside the window, Monotype of the Day #273

The body experiences waves of energy. So much of what passes through us is unknowable and not meant for us to understand, just to undergo. There is an alchemical connection between the surface of an artwork, the body, and the spirit. You change one part of this trinity and the other two must necessarily be changed too. I have had to change my spirit more times than I can count to finish a piece of art and I have also seen the act of making art change me spiritually. These past few days, I feel a strong connection between my current health struggles and these window prints. Making this work is releasing an energy that needs to pass out of my body. I do not understand or know the content of this energy but I feel the profound need to work so that the body/ spirit / art trinity can be transformed and healed. I am being nurtured by creativity, the unceasing flow of change and growth which undergirds all of life.

Open, Monotype of the Day #271

Posting early today, before midnight! Will wonders never cease 😊. Today a poem... Keep on knocking
by Rumi, trans. Coleman Barks

Keep on knocking
’til the joy inside
opens a window
look to see who’s there

http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/Poets/R/RumiMevlanaJ/Keeponknocki/index.html/

the window, Monotype of the Day #269

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I am a spiritual, not religious person, but I do take much inspiration and sustenance from sacred poetry from around the world. The symbolism that comes through in my work has many layers of meaning. There is personal meaning, my own private language, archetypal, cultural, and even religious meaning attached to different traditions. My practice is about releasing control of content so that whoever comes to my work finds a meaning specific to them and a connection that leaves my intentions completely out of it.
The Thomas Merton poem, The Blessed Virgin Mary Compared To A Window, has been nagging at me over the past few days and I finally got it out to read it again. It is the first few lines that move me so profoundly.

"Because my will is simple as a window
And knows no pride of original birth,
It is my life to die, like glass, by light:
Slain in the strong rays of the bridegroom sun."
-Thomas Merton
Full poem here: https://allpoetry.com/The-Blessed-Virgin-Mary-Compared-To-A-Window

Does the artist strive to join their will with The Artist's Will, do we surrender our ego and "die, like glass, by light" or do we exert our personalities? And if we surrender as I try to do, how is it that the work is so tender and personal, like a message to my heart. These are some of the questions I ponder when I am not working. But really they are questions of the mind, and working is a matter of the heart.