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Another intuitive sketch with words; I’m not sure I understand the meaning or significance of all the words…

Comments are welcome, might help me make better sense of them!

“What a jumble.

“Many others fill our spaces and offer examples of ways we may awaken…

“Allah seeps in where there are gaps needing filling and makes things whole

” ‘Jesus’ lives in a circle that is a closed loop

“Jesus lives on vibrantly in the hearts of all…

“God is bigger than one dream

“(this was an enso until everyone arrived)

“Krsna simply… is love.

“U are greater than the Universe or you.

“Buddhas wish no one would notice them… but listen anyway.

“All ° bring us to one still point

“of being together as oNe.”

I hope all my kind mothers has a wonderful Mothers’ Day!


All right, Post A Day friends, let’s go diving!

Actually, I first wished to be an “Injun” and live off of nuts and berries in the wild; forget the Cowboys (well, until I saw my first Clint Eastwood Western, but that’s another story)…

Then, I read some Norse mythology and aspired vigorously to Viking-hood… But the gender issue presented itself pretty quickly, not to mention the dilemma of bringing historical figures into the present…

I finally settled, quietly and for some time, on the fantasy of plunging into azure depths as a photographer for Jacques Cousteau. I didn’t want be Jacques Couteau, I just wanted to dive in, swim around, and record visions of incredible things that live in another world. I wanted to observe, record, and simply enjoy.

How ironic… after so many years of believing I was doing other things, I now realize that I am living my dream come true…

Can you tell that green block is a diving board, and I’m going in again?

Thank you for joining me! Come on in, the water is perfect!


I sat down a few days ago and tried a new approach to my sketch journal…

I just followed my “intuition”, and the pen went on a rather wild journey across the paper, in a line that jumps and squiggles and sweeps back and forth, up and down, with WORDS interspersed.

I hope the resolution on this image is high enough that those who are interested can make out the words and follow their progression…

One thing I understand is that they can really be read in any sequence, carrying different meanings, all of which are accurate.

I’m not sure if this sketch is completed yet… Every day seems to fill in a little more of the “gaps”!


Swirling vortex, sheer force of will …

Tornadoes possess  the powerful ability to clear and raze anything that cannot withstand their relentless forces…

Outer tornadoes may be seen clearly with the physical eyes, and felt with the outer senses. They instantaneously generate fear and respect as well as sympathy and kind actions.

Inner tornadoes clear the ground in intensely personal ways, sometimes undetected by our inner radar before they barrel through our lives… They mysteriously transform in ways that may become apparent to others only over time…


There are many lines in life to be drawn, aren’t there?

I miss my blogging friends, I hope you’re all well!


She holds a place for now… more to come soon…


Immersion

For the past week I’ve been swimming in a new life: a new job, a new routine, a new environment.

I flew to Nashville, Tennessee (USA) for a whirlwind tour of a shopping mall that flooded over a year ago. It’s now spotlessly clean – and empty. The space cries tears of longing for people to meander its floors again.

I’m struck by the parallel:

My life suddenly submerged in a new manifestation, and this building (and city) rising from submersion.

Inundation pervades.

Whenever I begin a new design project, I research the history and culture of the area, in hopes that knowledge will lend a deeper understanding of the people the building will serve.

I learned that Tennessee knows floods.

From a geological standpoint, middle Tennessee is in a basin: newer (but still about 500 million years old) sedimentary rock where dinosaurs swam. Basins should expect to receive water. But the residents don’t see it that way. They still strive to make sense of their memories of an inundation that changed their lives.

The area has known great upheaval, and now I join the many, dreaming to rebuild dreams.

Here’s a quote from Geoworld.org:

In the northwest corner of the state, Reelfoot Lake was formed by the New Madrid earthquakes of 1811-1812. One eyewitness recalled the spectacle:

“Groves of trees disappeared and fissures in the earth vomited forth sand water . . . the atmosphere was so saturated with sulphurous vapors as to cause total darkness; trees cracked and fell into the roaring Mississippi.”

Some people said the Mississippi River flowed backward three days to fill the 45-square-mile basin that was formed. Reelfoot National Wildlife Refuge now occupies part of the basin. Geologists say another major earthquake can be expected in the early twentieth century.

How about that…

When it rains, it pours; when the earth heaves, it often floods.

Flooding bestows fertile plains.

Yes, life is good.


Thank you, Elizabeth, for the wonderful idea of using my artwork as blog posts!

For three weeks now I’ve been scrambling double-time, writing frantically and then scurrying to create original images for the posts… It never occurred to me that folks might just enjoy the images for their own sake.

I made this sketch yesterday while waiting on a bookstore to open… One of my friends was really on my mind, and I sketched, wishing the love that I was putting into the sketch to find its way to them.

I was thinking about how often we move through sadness and confusion and fear to get to better places. Along the way, the world can feel dark and terrifying.

Sometimes when we detect the tiniest tear in the veil of illusion of this world, the shaky ground seems to yield into abyss…

This afternoon, I added color to the sketch… You’ll get to see it in a couple days!


My friend John and I were hanging out listening to some live music a few weeks ago…

Open Mic night in a small local venue… Conversation? Out of the question.

I remembered my pack of ATCs (artist trading cards) and fountain pens. We decided to take turns sketching on the cards…

We each sketched for a few minutes, and then swapped cards and continued the drawing the other person had been working on.

Here you see one of the sketches. Maybe John will scan and post the one he kept…

I love that I can hardly even remember which lines are “mine”, versus “his”.

I often consider “my art” so personal, so self-expressive…

Giving away authorship on these sketches bumped me out of self-absorption and into a new understanding of the Emptiness of “art”.