no finality of vision

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Maren Hassinger, Whirling. Wire and wire rope


I went for a walk over the dunes again this morning
to the sea, ... the walk liberating, I was released from forms,

from the perpendiculars, straight lines,
blocks, boxes, binds of thought
into the hues, shadings, rises, flowing bends and blends

          of sight: ...

Maren Hassinger, Walking

I have reached no conclusions, have erected no boundaries,
shutting out and shutting in, separating inside
      from outside: I have

       drawn no lines: as manifold events of sand
change the dune's shape that will not be the same shape
tomorrow,

 
Maren Hassinger, Wrenching News. New York Times shredded twisted.

so I am willing to go along, to accept
the becoming thought, to stake off no beginnings or ends
establish  no walls: ...

risk is full: every living thing in
siege: the demand is life, to keep life: ...

Maren Hassinger, Remembering preserved rose leaves, cot, pillow


I will try
     to fasten into order enlarging grasps of disorder,
widening
                scope, but enjoying the freedom that
Scope eludes my grasp, that there is no finality of vision,



Maren Hassinger


that I have perceived nothing completely,
that tomorrow a new walk is a new walk.
- A.R.Ammons, from "Corson's Inlet"

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The shutter button on my camera broke in Florida last October. I choose to not send it out for repair right away, to stop myself shooting images and use that time for other focusing.  That 6 month period has been like a skip of stones, skimming hop hop hop-ripple ripple across placid water. Time of no-time. Good time. Life time.

                 Hope you are all well.

Peace!

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Sunrise tree 2012

the beginning of this harvest.

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who planted it all--the thought seeds.

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everything here before we.

earth air water fire sky

stone bone light 

bird fish song flower flesh

breath

(lemon sugar bread wine cheese

               avacado ice cream) hands

lips hair love

honey bees drawing dew

language silence

eyes

   (gazing) wisdom

inside us, all the dreams. tasted

seen felt known --before us

creation.

we bow as we breathe

the mystery

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peace to all who enter here.

2nd view

Dylan Thomas: A Child's Christmas In Wales

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Lucille Chabot, American, born 1908
Angel Gabriel Weather Vane Drawing, 1939
National Gallery of Art, Washington

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What shall I call you? Look, my lips are lame.
You are the beginning that gushes forth,
I am the slow and fearful Amen
that timidly concludes your beauty ...

Rilke,  from "The Guardian Angel"

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Ok. Sit by the fire, open the ice cold bubbly... or is it coffee and pie.



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A Child's Christmas In Wales, read by Dylan Thomas.

& text version, Dylan's changes to the spoken version fascinate as a peek into the writer/editor mind. Its hard to find time to listen, if you love words this is worth it!
The visual, sensual delight of this opens doors to such scenery in my own Christmas memories. "Lets post a snowball in Mr so;so's letterbox. Lets write in the snow." It set me jotting in a journal, too. May it bring you on a journey within as well, where all the senses thrive awake and tingling to the wondrousness of "being."

Peace and Blessings, as always. Happy Holidays (i can't honestly understand how its December at all... :) but am looking forward to some delightful goodies.

Cheers.

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A good man is hard to find

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František Skála, more here


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Hello,

Though we may sometimes, somehow "lose ourselves"
the song we carry within sings on, through us. Is
heard by others--who often help return us to ourselves.
Just listen.

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The Outrageous Foley from Nisha Ramnath on Vimeo.
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I love the use of cardboard in the video.

"One must be able to use the trivial to express the sublime--that is true power!”

— Jean-François Millet
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... and this audio, a gift, a small pot of gold for me--

Flannery O'Connor reading her short story "A Good Man Is Hard to Find" at Vanderbilt University, 1959.
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I hope you are all well, enjoying, discovering, creating, loving, dancing, indulging, finding wonder and awe, good wine (of whatever sort), etc...

Peace to all who enter here, and Blessings. Thank you all ...

exchange

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mandala II from Ivan Puig on Vimeo.

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mandala I from Ivan Puig on Vimeo.

Ivan Puig, Mexican artist Glass Mandalas via

i'd love one with a softer pitch, varied and slowed down; the shadows remind me of freight trains curving old tracks cut into the White Mountains of New Hampshire.
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Bottle from Kirsten Lepore on Vimeo 
via

.i love this exchange-- or
       How you become me and i
              become you--for such a little while.

This video reminds me of Rumi's idea of the salt doll -- "Diving into the ocean deeps, or waving this way from the shore, there's a big secret Rumi has to pass on: At some point, the salt doll hecomes the sea." Duality merges...
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I am supposed to be offline most summer    or in New England visiting {but/ah../or/is /ahmm am oft on tumblr  procrastinating (aka learning)} while simultaneously moodling/creating in the back of my imagination ...

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but i do (though less) pop about to visit you all. Blessings.

Peace.

just a small quick note

Joan Miro at Tate Modern

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Watching this tribute I thought to myself, Where is the "vitality" of a man?

Is it in the art, the artifacts he or she creates, leaves behind. Or in the intensity and wellspring of being--the joy and the sparks of transformation one initiates through passion, through living presence.

The answer is not stable, but a movable feast.
And so, too are we.
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Miro "worked like a monk in the cell of a cathedral."

And are we "still" enough to witness, to see, to truly appreciate. All the gesture, the line, the color, the scented intensity of a pause, all of it meaning  when attended. Our attenion fixes the heart there, into the gazed upon, the attention like a pulse feeling and feeding a fellow pulse, merging with it, a moment. stilling.
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a.) self portrait (i am the water splurg-l-ing all over)
b.) a new smile yoga teacher
c.) our natural state of being
d.) all of the above
found here
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+ enjoyed these Peter Skubic, Jewlery
+ also, Mari Ishikawa
+ tornado damage from Alabama last week (move mouse over images to see the earth shift
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Peace and blessings and if i could package up this temperate spring air today i send it with all the honeysuckle it sweetly carries through local time and space.
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The Fantastical Vision: John Frame

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John Frame "Three Fragments of a Lost Tale" currently playing at the Huntington Library, Art Collections and Botanical Gardens in San Marino, California from March 12 through June 20, 2011.  This Lost Tale came to the artist as Vision at night and he created it detail by detail.

Or watch in HD at JohnFrameSculpture.com/film


2 :  John Talks about having a "vision" in which the whole tale comes to him

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3 :

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I hope you "like" the imagination and emotional expression of these as much as I did.

Spread the word, ways to supprot the project, here

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Also found this week, Didier Mahieu Exhibition which shows varied  images of "the making" of the art.

tumbleword.tumblr.com/

Lots of stuff on my Tumblr too

I hope you are all well. Blessings. Peace to all who enter here

(Thank God the Tornados are over!)

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I said to the Almond tree,

"Sister, speak to me of God."

And the almond tree blossomed.

-Nikos Kazantzakis from here

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Tu+ plus

Two quick videos. Two very different perspectives on life, growth, death.
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Varathit Uthaisri, who goes by the name Tu+



"MFA thesis project, Tu+ created Surface, this short film that features a stream of anonymous New Yorkers going about their daily lives, shown from below, as if through a translucent floor." Warning, Not a Hollywood ending.

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Growing Is Forever... very tender and moving

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Growing is Forever from Jesse Rosten on Vimeo.

found via  Radiacoes

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"We often ask, What's Wrong? Doing so, we invite painful seeds of sorrow to come up and manifest. We feel suffering, anger, and depression, and produce more such seeds. We would be much happier if we tried to stay in touch with the healthy, joyful seeds inside us and around us. We should learn to ask, What's not wrong? and be in touch with that."  Thich Naht Hanh
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It is a beautiful day, sweet cut grass in the air, birdsong, and thoughts of "you" and the shared brilliance, the peace on earth already planted within us--each to each.
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Peace blessings joy to all who enter here
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My greatest weapon is mute prayer.
- Ghandi









Dayna Thacker
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I can't believe it is April!
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Things I have witnessed, discovered along the way... all on my Tumblr, which i use as a bookmark in essence, and as a platform to go out and listen to this "cry" of what seems an endless, infinite expression of human intelligence, creativity, voice, and hunger. Personal and Political. Not sure what it all means, but my mind keeps trying to "name" what it is--overwhelming, deep, magical, profound, crass--all those images and re-bloggings of words, photos, thoughts, etc.

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Dayna Thacker, found through The Atlanta Contemporary Art Center

Dayna Thacker, Structures
from Dayna Thacker's blog, her Instillation page, collage page structures, pivots, selfless.

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Kenneth Baskin, Ceramic Sculptures

Anatomy of the Machine, “Propulsion” 2007

Soda Fired Stoneware and Steel
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Kenneth Baskin, “Companions” Mid Fire Stoneware
H 15” x W 27” x D 9”
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Kenneth Baskins, 20th Century Artifact Series "Anchor"

Stoneware,  H 13” x W 47” x D 12”

I love his work, see large gallery of images at Kenneth's website.

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Varujan Boghosian

Border Ballad

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Varujan Boghosian, Pluto

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Varujan Boghosian, Racing with the Moon, 2009, mixed media, 7 3/4 x 15 1/2”


Provincetown Arts Magazine did a cover feature on V. Boghosian The Artist as Orpheus. 
He was friends with the poet Stanley Kunitz, so... :)
Many more collage images  Verujan Boghosian gallery of other works.
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Provincetown Arts Magazine also did an interview with Mary Oliver and more.

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David Knox, Photographer

















David Knox, Pheasant. 
David's web page is rich with images from the Old South, USA, which is disappearing. I love his Alabama series.

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As for me, we have had quite a burst of early Spring here.
At times I have been trying to write, at times I have been "warming" some Northern friends
who in turn, have also been warming me.

We have a new fox family that lives and lurks out on the rocks by the river, lovely creatures. They drive the dog howling wild. Which makes me a bit crazy, in turn.

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"If we remain non-violent, hatred will die as everything does, from disuse."  -Ghandi

Peace and light and Blessings sweep through your house as the warm wind sweeps through mine today.
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Life flakes off with speech. The husk goes off, playing the fool

along a flowering path of sap,

winter passes over the hills
and a tree ages hour by hour
with rings of compassion in an endless din) like the black--
with white dew

night transforms hundreds of stars
into plasma
            and wasps
are winnowed with the gods' fires

The line of plains and mountains
     whirls like a fog
whose stones envelope the moon in veins and the Siren is gold
on the bough..

but the evolution of change is less visible than smoke
hoovering like a rainbow of achievement over a steel-grey crown...
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from Description by Russian poet Arkadii Dragomoschenko
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...there is only the unattended
Moment, the moment in and out of time,
The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight,
The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightening
Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply
That it is not heard at all, but you are the music
While the music lasts.
— from T. S Eliot, “The Dry Salvages”
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.What a gift to remember to be tender with our senses.

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Sarah Vaughn  Doodlin
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my mother called and told me I was "grounded" yesterday. Because I hadn't talked to her all month. It was kind of sweet to imagine myself as a teenager, not allowed to go "out and play."

much peace, and love and light to you all, and to the world  in such political growing pains.
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added *Taming Foxes for domestication National Geographic Fascinating