Awakening Sometimes Means Remembering

Awakening Sometimes Means Remembering

Awakening to My History

Sometimes, I discover a photo or some other record of something I have created in the past, awakening curiousity. I’ve happened upon these things and then wondered, “Who did that? I’d like to see more,” or “Oh, there it is!!” Other times I simply experience chagrin, “Oh yuck! I thought I destroyed all record of that!”

Right now I am in the process of cleaning up this site, as it is going to be merged with several other of sites into a single site which presents a more complete picture of what I have to offer. I stumbled across this post: What words describe this painting?
I wondered where I got the image, so I went in search of… It turns out it was from a two-sided 3D piece called Awakening which I made for the Outside the Box Show at Placer Arts.

 

I completed the piece, photographed it, and delivered it to the show in a short period of time. I really enjoyed doing it as much as any of the pieces I’ve done for that show, because of the incorporation of sculptural problems to be solved. Awakening represents a pleasing marriage of techniques used in my early sculpture work in graduate school and my current painting.

I don’t know where this piece ended up. The way that show worked at the time, I never found out who bought it. Here is the other side of it, which hasn’t been shared before:

Having found more bamboo out on my walks, I just might play with this idea some more. I am working at awakening my sculptural urges again, as well as the 2D work.

Eternal Optimist

Ever the optimist
always doing the “right” thing
 
Waiting patiently
for the inevitable good ending
right outcome
 
Putting in ever more elbow grease
effort unceasing
 
Dealing with cards dealt
finding the lining
or at least hints of it
 
With smile and hope
and bits of sparkle

What Do You Say?

“Embrace the impossible,”
was all that she said

Yet like a digging vole
it got ensconced within his head

So blessings came and went

and miracles happened when knees bent

Life stretched to encompass
experience rich and deep
whenever ideas and actions

like a fine cup of tea steeped

• • •

One word, two, or maybe, three

can change the world, and do
every day, all the time

 
So, what do you say?

Crucible of Life

Distilled essence emerges when still
having gone through the fire
 
Crucible of life
instilled with light
heat of passionate emotion
 
Deep thirst quenched
at the eternal spring 
spirit’s grace
 
Refreshing , soothing
awakened, still

Clever Porpoises

Sailing on the E-moceans
with crisp breezes
countered by undercurrents
of vast feelings
 
Fastened with instruments
ingeniously designed
to harness even difficult waves
 
Enough to catch enormous energy
for useful purposes (or porpoises?)
 
How clever!!!

Time’s Illusion

Across the world
in the curl of a smile
eyes crinkled and engaged
 
Sagas sung as ragas
going on for ages like bronze
or other forensic terms
pass by in the single beat of a butterfly wing
 
That which separates the space between us
is the same 
as that which supports the illusion
of ever marching time
 
As I enter the mythical maze
with a smiling ticket
and a pocket full of incongruities
synapses occur

Fabric of Life

 
It used to be in days of yore
or yesterday, by my count
 
You could cut the fabric of life
in two ways, typical straight
or zigzag –  to prevent fraying
 
Until fancy craft scissors
came along in plastic tubs
Made in China
 
• • •
 
She was cut from a different cloth
some edges ripped or torn along the way
some cut with fancy scissors curlicued
while others frayed
 
Wrinkled in time
yet, time itself cut straight through
leaving her meanderings in but a moment
 
Her days spent as they started
gone before they blossomed

Butterflies

yellow drifters flit and glide
rising all around us
like powdered earth
 
poofing warm around bare toes
wafting clouds of fertile dirt
air close and fragrant rich
• • •
 
meadow embraces
puffy clouds peek
expansive sky

Humble Be

The plight of the humble me
buzzes around like a bumbling insect
sharing fertile, fluffy pollen willy-nilly
or so it would seem
 
Sometimes, it sticks
eventually
bearing right-sized fruit
 
Other times, it does not
Loud and willful barrenness
where twigs once sprouting die
 
Apparent patterns shimmer
among the dappled sunlight
shadows play in humility
 ever dancing past the music’s end…

B A L A N C E

Between

       extremes of this or that
 

A nother 

        time making the choice
        which feels cleanest, most natural
 

L oving 

         it all unconditionallly
         In harmony and forgiveness
         without judgement
 

A ligned 

         with intention
         for highest good
 

N urturing 

          acceptance and self-care
 

C entered 

          in Being, doing from center
 

E volving 

         with compassion and consciousness