slow thoughts on a fast day

I am still avidly reading Jude Hill’s archives. It is a wonderful experience. Novel-like, but mostly images. I find her work so compelling and informative to my own questions.

oddly enough, selling work is less difficult than thinking about it. at least that is how it seems right now. in some ways it is rewarding but there is an element of interruption in what i like the most about creating. the flow. the slowness and lack of schedule. fitting the stitches into the rhythm of the rain or matching the colors to the weather. holding the time it takes in my hands. ignoring the destination…having no particular place to go.

It seems like a revelation to me that you can discover and embrace what you like most. And that slow wandering is okay to like.

It is very important to discern what you like and what you don’t like. This relates to the Buddhist term vedanā, relating to pleasant, unpleasant, and neutral sensations. Since I learned this term, I often find myself spontaneously categorizing some fleeting sensation. Most recently, I labeled beating eggs in a bowl as a sensation I find very pleasant. There is nothing else to do at that point, just noticing.

…the best solution i can find is using some rule outside myself. one that includes less pressure and no authority. i have chosen a lunar cycle. that suits me. it contains no hard feelings, and a personal rhythm that is more like a gentle reminder.

I love this solution of looking for a gentle rule outside yourself. I need to come up with some of these. I have never been able to tune myself to the lunar cycle. Something to think about.

Jude Hill, undoing a business cycle, June 10 2009

solstice concert

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I finally made it to the Paul Winter Solstice Concert at the Cathedral of St. John the Divine. The show was a bit upstaged by the installation of the giant Phoenix by Xu Bing.

“If they faced toward the church,” referring to the altar, Mr. Xu explained, “it would have seemed too religious.”

Feng

Feng

lit up by the light of dawn

Huang lit up by the light of dawn

Other photos from the concert:

sunrise ceremony with gong

sunrise ceremony with gong

spiral tree of sound

spiral tree of sound

The dance number “Amazing” was amazing and energetic. My heart was pounding. The cello performance of “Song of the Birds” was also incredible. There were brief moments of extreme beauty – solo soprano saxophone, the enactment of a thunderstorm, and the rising of the sun gong. Other than that the concert affected me as being overly spectacular. I found myself wishing for a more intimate, indigenously crafted solstice ceremony. And the giant presence of the Phoenix definitely diverted me from the performance.

animals in brooklyn

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My mind said “Nativity scene” and struggled to register that it was a bird between the two figures.

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Brooklyn holiday shopping itinerary:

We did not make it to F and G, but we were exhausted and overstimulated by then anyway.

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on the floor

still life on floor

on the floor

Accidental still life –

Calendar page picturing roses, sanded with sandpaper for a project
Dried leaves brought inside for a project
Gold silk ribbon I just have hanging around because I like to look at it

I wanted to manipulate this image, but maybe i like it just the way it is.

Now that I’ve taken the photo, maybe I can pick up the floor.

slow cloth

…upon waking i immediately engaged in a holding ceremony. just so it didn’t get away from me completely. slow cloth involves some role playing. some sort of bonding is required. getting involved. commitment. acknowledgment of thoughts caught… the keepers of story.

Jude Hill, Spiritcloth, March 30, 2009

So amazing, so beautiful. Can this even be possible with paper? (let alone digital files…)

fifteenth

Trees, Michigan Road, Ward Pound Ridge Reservation

Trees, Michigan Road, Ward Pound Ridge Reservation

Sometimes the image should come first? Trees standing with clarity in sunlight and shadow.

Words are not readily available these days. The steps mean something to me. A form of language.

Today’s walk – with S. She’s familiar with the trails so I don’t have to pay any attention to where I’m going.

Mud and water. Soft warm sunlight. A brilliant December day and why not include walking in holiday preparations?