sometimes i get the feeling that developing and practicing a craft has far reaching implications in our personal development as well. ..a window of sorts. an edge and a meeting point between the inside and the outside. ….all things being similar, the patience to understand your material, the thought process involved in problem solving… the quiet determination that perfects a thought … the research to connect the dots and make a vision materialize…..
to understand just one thing through and through answers so many other questions for me, and it would culminate in the ability to share that feeling… my never ending quest to answer my main question, is communication really possible?
I am so taken with Jude Hill’s craft that I’ve started reading her whole blog back to 2006.
Side note: Blog software really needs to support rereading a whole blog in chronological order. Using the archives, I can read monthly in chronological order, but within each month, I have to read in reverse chronological order. It causes a whiplash effect as I see results then run into posts on planning, but it’s worth it.
I think my main question is related to hers. I would phrase it “is intimacy really possible?”
I am committed to developing personal symbols. This is a process of attention. First one: the heavy curly bracket.It really has an impact, even if there is nothing inside.
walked at Cove Island yesterday
3 times around in a cold wind
managing my internal temperature much better than yesterday, using the pit zip!
I wasn’t meditating, but my meditation was about accepting November. I don’t think November is sad. I have two poetic phrases that include November, and none that include other months. There’s something about the sounds.
- November invites
- November’s lowering opals
I gazed at the lowering opals in the sky and thought about that phrase. It’s mysterious, it has a series of long O sounds, it’s beautiful. I felt the cold wind in my face thoroughly and realized it wasn’t that cold and I didn’t have to hunch up against it. I could walk straight into it and feel refreshed.
On the last leg of the walk, I noticed a view I had never looked at before. The curve of the street bordering Holly Pond and the lights reflected in the water. The lowering opals.
back to walking my regular route
3.5 miles through the neighborhood
hiatus for trip to Maine and
catching a common cold
difference being that it is wintry now
I’m overdressed for walking in this weather
warm when I get started
uncomfortably warm when I get going
something to be figured out
no strong aversion to the neighborhood
it’s where I find myself these days
as Jude Hill says “just going”
Artist of the day: May Stevens, appreciated for “Sea of Words” which has an audio component!
I enjoy making digital crops of scans of painted/collaged papers. They are almost always more intriguing than the full pieces I have worked over. There’s a captivating randomness for how those small elements ended up next to each other, which is always a surprise. Sometimes I crop different areas of the same piece, but find there is always one that seems most pleasing. This is a kind of attention.
VAC is recurring. Vacation. Vache. Voice. Vacuuming. From Wikipedia:
Vāk or Vāc (stem vāc-, nominative vāk) is the Sanskrit word for “speech”, from a verbal root vac- “speak, tell, utter”.
Personified, Vāk is a goddess; in the Veda she is also represented as created by Prajapati and married to him; in other places she is called the “mother of the Vedas” and wife of Indra. In Hinduism, she is identified with Bharati or Sarasvati.