Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Getting to the Core

I write frequently on this blog about simplicity, silence and letting go. For me, these themes permeate my process. Who am I in this multi-media world of noise and speed? What happens to my mind and my spirit when I disconnect from the television, the telephone, the radio, the internet? How do I handle all that  empty space?

I'm interested in exploring what happens when I honestly come to terms with the fact that I don't know and each step into that unknown is a pure moment of discovery -- a simple step by step joy at uncovering what is underneath the surface of the noise.

Shaun McNiff writes in his book Trust the Process: An Artist's Guide to Letting Go:

Getting to the core involves a realization that we are in a process that is much bigger than ourselves and that all we can do is make contributions and connections between things, one day at a time, one instant to the next. Trying too hard to find the essence tends to keep us on the periphery. The most vital expressions emerge when we are most relaxed, when we simply immerse ourselves in the immediate environment and trust that something significant will appear.

So, I continue to try to relax and trust the process and I invite you to try and do the same. Who knows what we'll uncover?

Monday, February 27, 2012

It's Really Quite Simple

This week I'm travelling and I've brought along with me a random (and easily packable) selection of small scraps of fabrics, art paper, coloured markers -- as well as a needle and several different colours of thread. Each morning I plan to do one piece as part of a daily creative practice.

I find that these are often my favourites -- simple little meditations that aren't over-thought and aren't trying to get anywhere.

Where they'll go, however, remains part of the mystery and the adventure.

Friday, February 3, 2012

What Once Was

What we thought we were and tried so hard to be is gone. 

In truth it never was.

Now we can rest.

Life is here.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Waiting Patiently for the Muse

Time and Eternity

My cocoon tightens, colors tease,
I ’m feeling for the air;
A dim capacity for wings
Degrades the dress I wear.

A power of butterfly must be
The aptitude to fly,
Meadows of majesty concedes
And easy sweeps of sky.

So I must baffle at the hint
And cipher at the sign,
And make much blunder, if at last
I take the clew divine.

- Emily Dickenson