Listening - watching
taking a moment
drawing the world
finding the way to connection
again and again.

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Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Some things I saw in Prague

Last month Steve Gorn and I visited this wonderful city.
We taught and performed with our artist friends Rena Milgrom and Hearn Gadbois.
After our lively arts offerings were over I had a day to collect images
before heading home.

I made quick sketches from the moving trams
and took some photos on the run.
Other things I drew from memory.

Here is some of what I noticed . . .


The Old Jewish Cemetery
We plan to visit on Saturday, but when we get there it is closed.

Created in the 15th century there are now over 12,000 graves inside the walls,
possibly far more because it was repeatedly covered with new layers of soil.

As I paint I wonder - why do I this ?
Why not just take photos and send along ?

I recall the irritated guard at the cave in India asking me, "Don't you have a camera?"

Spending the time translating these moments onto the page
I sense the slowing down. There is also an empty feeling that is uncomfortable,
and a not knowing why I continue to offer myself to the world in this way.

I am taking in an experience -
transforming it into a narrative of images with a beginning, middle and end -
making something whole with my life . . .
and sending it out, once again, on the wind.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Radical Compassion

I created a graphic harvest on thirty feet of paper
during the Radical Compassion conference last month
at Naropa University in Boulder, Colorado.

The process of distilling down -
working on the spot -  fresh and direct -
while often being watched by interested participants
was intense and fun . . .
though the last day I did come in at 6:30 am to finish up !

Take a look - enjoy . . .

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Drawing on Nantucket

I held a workshop this past month in my family cottage
on the eastern end of the island, one hundred steps from the ocean.
The cottage housed six women and myself for four days.
We drew and wrote, swam and napped, took walks and bike rides, and talked deeply.

Here is what came through in my sketchbooks . . .

On the first morning we began with three blind contour drawings of our non-dominant hand,
letting our lines relax from the burden of "checking back".

Then we wrote three phrases in relation to the drawings -
- the observation - what it is
- its texture, pattern or nature
- the feeling - a closer look inside
(later a little color was added to the page)

(click on the images to enlarge)

Next we chose one natural object and drew it from different angles -

Later in the day we became immersed in drawing shells. 
I demonstrated the sensing line that gradually drew forth the exquisite forms . . .

On the second day I asked everyone to choose three different natural forms
you could hold in your hand and draw them on the page together.
The first thing we drew represented the "heaven" principle and expressed the space
(the arching clematis vine here).
The second object counterbalanced and grounded the page with "earth" (the dying ligularia leaf).
The third was the "human" expression (the carex flower standing upright).
Again words were added at the end, revealing perhaps a deeper truth.

We walked over to Pochick Street one block away
(named after the Pochick riptide right offshore) and drew the little houses
inspired by fishermen cottages that had been built in the 1880's. 
I started with something big - the clouds of hydrangeas, then balanced with the climbing roses, 
and completed the page with the little mermaid basking.

Still on Pochick Street - having a conversation between form and space . . .

On the third day we drove out to Sankaty lighthouse, looking out over the ocean and moors,
and let the world draw us in, working loose and in the moment.

When the workshop was over I stayed on in the house for a few days,
adjusting gradually to the solitude after so much good conversation and connection. 

I walked back down Pochick Street with my sketchbook
and settled in with the architecture and the flowers.

Then on the last morning I biked away from the village and walked across the grassy dunes
to a far off beach of cross currents and forceful waves. 

This was the place to end - alone, exposed, content . . .

Friday, August 1, 2014

A Summer Conversation

Just emerging now
from the OPEN EYES / MOVING IN SPACE Arts Retreat
at the Sky Lake Lodge Meditation Center.

Each morning we had three hours of solo creative time
to explore, dream, ponder . . .

After wandering in circles for a couple of days
I finally made it back into the sketchbook
and had a worthwhile conversation
with line and brush - vine and flower . . .

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

A Moment in April

Everything beginning again . . .

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Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Brush Movement Sound !

Here are some highlights from my recent performance in Halifax
with Jerry Granelli and Susanne Chui.

The elements here were woven together beautifully
so that the spirit of the live collaboration comes through.

It is interesting to be doing an art form that barely allows me to consider what's
happening - I'm just in response - everything moving along with aliveness.
It's a great counterbalance to all the slowness and precision . . .

enjoy !

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Deep Winter