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Monday, September 7, 2009

The Last Stroke

At the Authentic Leadership conference in Halifax this past June
I was asked to do a final brushstroke for the closing ceremony. 
Here is the inner and outer story . . . 


I stand on the huge sheet of paper, my heart pounding. 
In the big room it is silent, all two hundred pairs of eyes watching.
I feel a stroke emerging inside me. It is just a blurred image,
but it draws me forward. I bow to the space, the fullness
of the moment, and walk over to the big horsehair brush
soaking in the bucket of ink, take hold of the bamboo handle,
pressing the hairs down into the ink, lift up, look back at the whiteness,
my legs planted wide, knees bent. I press the brush down again 
into the shimmering blackness, lift the dripping hairs, 
down again, up, then I can't hold back anymore . . . 

The brush comes up and over and lands on the page,
like a hawk, talons extended, landing on prey, wings pulled back,
then lifting up to fly away, but the intention and the weight is too strong,
can't pull away from the page now, connected by a powerful gravity. 

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The brush moves up to the right, drops down to the left,
pushes through, curves around. This is all heaven,
descending from above, arriving - the first mark. 

stroke #2

The brush pauses. Now there is a turning towards earth,
the natural counterbalancing energy of ground. 
Mysteriously, at this moment of stillness and transition,
the brush releases ink onto the paper (and the floor) in a fan of splatters.
No time to wonder why . . . 

stroke #3

Now the earth voice is moving, speaking, slowing, steadying,
drawing the brush down and side to side, 
until it arrives at the bottom right corner of the big page. 
This is the destination, a simple stop, 
a quiet ending - humble earth.


stroke #4


I place the brush back in the bucket and pick up the red paint 
and smaller brush. The pigment is thick like blood, like plasma. 
The smaller brush is thick too, and moist, and heavy. 

Scanning the big glistening stroke now -
where is the spot for the human mark? 
Where is this human energy needed that will join and complete the act? 
I squint my eyes, narrowing the visuals so I can feel my body pull me - 
right into the center of the stroke - 
the space between heaven and earth. 
I step back onto the page and gently, directly, strike the heart mark - 
wet and juicy at the core. It is another sudden landing, but this time
the bird lifts off, leaving its brilliant color behind. 


stroke #5

I place the red brush and bucket on the side, 
stand at the bottom of the sheet, cool floor under my feet.
I bow to the stroke, turn and walk away. 
For a moment I am caught off balance, stepping awkwardly.
As the gong strikes three times my steadiness returns
and the sound dissolves , slowly, in the big space. 


stroke #6

6 comments:

Elaine said...

"Last Stroke" indeed. After this one, you never have to make another.

Sure would have loved to be in your head when you created this one, particularly with so many eyes on you. Talk about pressure!

elaine

Barbara Bash said...

Elaine - you are in my head reading this account !
Ah - working with pressure to make it right . . .
and then the ink drips on the page and it's imperfect
and perfect all at the same time -

bb

Squirrel said...

Very powerful. I love both the verbal and visual imagery. I keep reading it over and over and looking at the image. There is alot going on in that image. Thanks so much for sharing your inner thoughts. It was a privilage to read.

Joe said...

I an struck by the fragility, yet bold fragility, of what Barbara calls the human mark. The black will survive, as will the Earth itself, but we, this temporal bloody stain of endeavor and awareness...
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Caitlin said...

Beautiful Barbara,
Takes me back to an amazing week with you at ALIA - again enjoying your power and grace. It was beautiful to watch you in action. The heart mark reminds me of a sweet and strong connection. Nice to travel back there as I read your post.

Caitlin

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