As ever, stay hungry and curious.
I over did the whole arm, wrist, fingers thing again. Painting like a demon for the past three days, I overexerted myself. Someone suggested ground work for me to gain fundamental understanding of media and method and bridge into new projects. The assignment is to work 1,700 geometrics in 2" x 2" squares all in water media. I may be early in racking up numbers, but I can already see that many an intelligence is gained by act. Bottom line? Do the work. As for my shoulders to finger tips, I'm shifting back to the written word for a couple of weeks until I feel solid about rest and repair. Meanwhile, I was asked to post what I have been hiding in the sketchbook. Look sees are below.
As ever, stay hungry and curious. I's five I guess. Lazin' out at Granddad's house on the couch bed, I tried to watch television. We'd just had dinner. Being a kid glazed over full in the haze of sunset makes tripping out easy. Musta been the Lima beans and corn. The taste was funny – bitter and sweet in the same bite. Drugs do that I'm sure. Confusing to the tongue and settled in the stomach. Pastor told me he thought Jonah had the same problem. God in the Lima bean, go figure.
Many arms many legs crawled out from under the couch Grandma sat on while watching Real People with Leslie Uggams. She gone to heaven, I couldn't figure where many arms many legs came from. I maybe lookin' for maw-maw and distracted by the commercial, but many arms many legs kept movin'. With Mikey gone I got my eyes transfixed to the floor. Many arms Many legs turned and started comin' at me. I didn't know what to do. Up until that point I had only trapped spiders. This many arms many legs with a long body confounded me. I sat up on the couch to watch many arms many legs crawl the length of the room. I kept watch even when it eventually wandered under the brown skirting below where I sat. Shakin' out of my daze I finally jumped up. I thought he would crawl the inner armature to land on me in the middle of the night. Cautiously, I prepared for bed. With one sheet strategically anchored around cushions, I assumed many arms many legs would not have a chance to creep though the couch. It will never make it though that barrier. I will be fine. The private drama made no sense. Mouths that small don't kill, so I thought. Me, so small, fearful of something smaller, foreign, and unfamiliar. Secretly, I wanted to pick it up. I wanted to get a close look but the little voice inside said it was poisonous. That wouldn't do to get bit. The sun's down. Don't bother Granddad he's quiet in his room. He must be asleep. It'll crawl away. I am sure. You'll wake up tomorrow just fine. I curled up in the sheet and turned off the television with the remote control. Sleeping with little terrors doesn't happen often, but when it does I sleep the night through. This can't be wise, not wise, not wise at all. At the foot of the bed a heap of many arms many legs crawl over each other. They undulate without a sound. These many armed many legged have longer bodies. Crawling onto the bed, I see they are formed at about a foot in length. Others stretch the height of the walls. The sighting is not concrete, but they remain in my eyes no matter what I pray. Spirit dictates something is trying to communicate. With many arms many legs crawling all around, whatever needs to be said has an urgency that has grown since childhood. One book and internet research later, I try not to doubt. Many arms many legs is an obligation to preservation. This is the outlook for years to come. Many arms many legs goes into Shaman's Coin and Purse sketches without a doubt. As ever, stay hungry and curious. Spending my time writing means little time for two dimensional dalliances. Still, I make the effort. As for the health of the studio, my thumbs are better. Still, I am taking my time healing. As for the literary and visual year production is steady. Staying active by working is the only thing I am concentrating on. Publication will come in time. Meanwhile the 2019 Sketchbook year started slow, but I am willing to share: Sketchbook 2019.
As ever, stay hungry and curious. Frustration and confusion led me to the garden again this afternoon. I spent a while drawing in the rain until a kind neighbor suggested I go under the awning. Thus and so I went and mulled over ink and paper. Thanks to friend's insistence, there are five additions to the end of the milieu in Sketchbook 2017.
As ever, stay hungry and curious. Forgive my drop in levels of execution. I went back and photographed the last run of sketches again. Instead of the French flag running in the background, the clarity of black and white is solid. When I realized that the second run of shots was done under hot an cold lighting, I knew I had to go after a fourth pass to correct the problem. The temperature is cold outside, but the light is fairly even away from the shade of the oak tree.
If you are interested and have a moment, take a gander. Sketchbook 2017. The twelve images are toward the end of the filmstrip. As ever, stay hungry and curious. I added twelve more to the row under Sketchbook 2017. The new images are located at the very end. Friend asked me to post. I had anticipated finishing out the sketchbook in another week then posting, but he said others are interested in progress thus far.
Meanwhile the garden pots are watered and the clouds say to wait for rain. As ever, stay hungry and curious. All innocence aside, as well as all accolades and laurels from study. Let’s also toss out all rationality and any kudos from being cool as a result of affiliations and carousing. Let’s forget the museums and being trained to see. Let’s let go of familial associations, summer stock, and extra-curricular reading. Let’s pan and forget the days of waiting in line to see independent films at the only theatre that it could happen in the county. I stood there looking out the kitchen window watching the white paper Chinese lanterns sway back and forth in the wind. I had just finished an hour in the garden surmising a youthful pepper plant in pencils from graphite to green. Friend said, “You know you do not want to hear this.” “Try me,” I said, “and before you curse, I am not posting any more drawings until Friday”. “Not fair,” he said. “Go ahead, tell me what you were going to say.” “You’re a classicist.” “Go to fucking hell.” After friend’s teases and explanation, I had to give in. Just before he opened up, I spoke of everything in the house and yard looking like a painting. He told me about mother saying being in the garden is good for me. She concluded that she will have her time as well to rest in the lush and I will be babushka tied almond skinned woman with both hands in the dirt. On those days she’ll sit quietly as I paint her in the afternoon sun and dappled shade of the Red Oak. Hell, I knew it before friend spoke a single word. The first thought to mind was Gustave Klimt coming out of the farm house and walking into the garden. He was dressed in a linen night gown and braced past the sunflowers and ivy in the front yard. The photograph is etched in my mind as well as the painting of the sunflowers. Today, tradition found me before I could wail “foul”. That struggle in college and graduate school to find my voice in images was painful. (If I find my pain in writing from then, I will post it.) The sound to be singular and tantamount to the fin de siècle was deafening. It took me a while. One day I found my edge in collage and assemblage and never looked back. I am in my second week of two worked sketches a day. I am finally getting comfortable finding my old rhythm from being in the garden years ago. I owe a credit to young and old in the neighborhood who are confident in my skills. If it were not for their consistent encouragement my eyes never would have changed and focused to understand my environment so well. So now I am daydreaming about small canvases and gouache on paper. Possibilities seem endless in this little corner of trial and I do not want to leave this realization. For some reason I know that working this way will get me through the darkest of nights and blazing hot Texas afternoons. I thought joining the Sunday Afternoon Painters Club would not come until after seventy years on the planet. I will no doubt petition for entry despite the lack of experience. Right now I am daydreaming about selling paintings at the state fair. Something of the human condition is welling in my pen and washing my pages. Discovery and execution must be next. As ever, stay hungry and curious. For you, dear friend, who wondered how I have been passing my time. Accordingly are a few selections of the month. One is from a recital. The other is from daydreaming on the back porch. The weather has been good. You will find my sometimes lengthy notations here.
As ever, stay hungry and curious. China; Beijing Ming dynasty Buddhist deity Guhyasamaja(Sandui), 1400-1600He is embracing the goddess Sparshavajra.Gilt bronzeAvery Brundage Collection Journal Notation: Yidam Mahamaya and his Shakti Buddha dakiniThis post was recorded between June 11 1994 and September 18, 1994. By then I had graduated from Hiram College and moved to Dayton, Ohio. I am presuming the piece I drew is housed in the Dayton Art Institute as I moved into that town by the end of June 1994. If vague memory serves anything to my aware intellect, the Yidam is a bronze sculpture in one of the galleries. I say this with confidence as the Asian collection did not house many paintings or prints. The upside down text reads: "... start up through the x power in me 100K up as a new being stretching w/ ampler breath to find oneself requires infinitely total conversion" The Lightning Path of Buddhism: The Power of Yidams - Buddha Weeklybuddhaweekly.com/the-lightning-path-of-buddhism-the-power-of-yidams Yidam practice is a teacher-guided method on the vajra “lightning path” to ... The unique nature of each Yidam relates more to what a student needs in his or her ... [PDF]Vajrayana and Hindu Tantricism - Australian Council Of Hindu Clergy www.australiancouncilofhinduclergy.com/.../5/.../vajrayana_and_hindu_tantricism.pd... by SSJB Rana - Cited by 1 - Related articles those as explained by Nagarjuna and his sons and Asanga\Vasubandhu ... come into Hinduism through Buddhism If he was Hindu Tantric, he felt that ... consciousness into the infinite Brahman, Chit, Chidanana, Chit-shakti, Mahamaya, ..... in Vajrayana are: 1) Guru 2) Buddhas and Bodhisatvas 3) Yidam 4) Dakinis and. Vajrayana Buddhism Vis-à-vis Hindu Tantricism - Chinese Buddhist ...www.chinabuddhismencyclopedia.com/.../Vajrayana_Buddhism_Vis-à-vis_Hindu_Ta.. Dec 31, 2014 - The main point is not whether Hindu Tantra has influenced Buddhist ... Chit, Chidshana, Chit Shakti, Mahamaya, Parasamvit, Paramshiva, ... Buddhist tenet comes from the expositions of Nagarjuna and his ..... These, it is made clear especially the Ista Devas (called Yidam in .... Dakinis and Dharmapalas 1. Mahamaya (Buddhist Deity) (HimalayanArt) - Himalayan Art Resourceswww.himalayanart.org/items/60675 Mandala of Mahamaya: A Tantric Buddhist Meditational Deity ... is depicted with four faces and four arms, blue in colour, embracing the consort Buddha Dakini. Missing: yidam Shakti
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