Art-Full I Am
....and so while sitting here my mind starts to range,
as a reaper of the forest glens of wood’s beholden furnishing,
till in the light of breaking dawn’s phalanx,
i am strewed about with hopes of reaching a sheen-full burnishing….
This place of where I work and live, is but the start of one of many projected projects on my ‘to do’ list of what shall yet be!
....the making of lists in my mind, is like the way of also drawing a projected detail of the what I must do….some write on paper, while I write in my mind after my ‘imagination’ has come back from some mountain top view and lets me know it’s time to be silent and listen.
I write words on paper and drool over the after-effects of fine tasted poetry, just like a fine taste of some grape vine. Poetry is a spiritual effect that knows no part of religious dividing into separate groups. Put a name on the grouping of words and watch the room shift as the crowds now start gathering into many parties. Poetry is art in it’s finest form of ‘gardens of eden’ and when I formulate words by the spewing of hurling these words on cyberspace internet cafe’s, I am found as now opiniating my poetry to the ears of such other’s as me, that some will liken’ to and some will dis-me-liken’.
What my ‘imagination has seen’ is all-ready ‘finished’ and for myself there now remains only the need to convert this image to paper or wood and canvas, since the now that remains is only for my hands to bring out the detail, that ‘imagination’ has wrote in. Some of my works of ‘wood art’ start with the the poetry of words and then other’s are given the story of their poem after ‘the process’....makes no difference to me as I am only hand working out, what ‘imagination’ has all-ready seen!
I can, I do, and I am….an object of ‘art’.....I was art before the beginning of time….after my beginning I was art….and to my ending in this place of time, I sow and reap art, till I re-turn to my before beginning where….I am art!
Art is the outcoming of my essence, having never studied art, never been taught art, and ‘art i’ thank-full that I was never skilled in art by the many schools of thought producing teachers….I can be my own art, while retaining my own sense of freedom.
Many times I have said; “I do not create the art in the piece of wood, but the object of that piece of ‘wood art’ is in essence creating all that I am….” and so again I say it; “I am the all you see of art, who I am, what I am, where I am, how I am, why I am….’art-full i am’....”
Time to digest this is in order for the day, as I now move on to what I call ‘living art’....
I found this turtle under my truck the other day as I was coming out of the hardware store in town and knew in a moment….the twinkle of an eye, that salvation was in order and so I translated by rapture transport this turtle out of the highways and byways of reality, where rubber meets road, to a place of distant pond life. So upon arriving home and after showing him//her to my wife I sat ‘turtle’ on a desk and took a picture….
....having placed 'turtle' at edge of pond, I now await to watch the entering in to a new place....
....ah yes, taste and see that all is good....very good....
....and once 'turtle, had a taste, there was not a second wasted to entering in....
....and as I step back, I can now show you turtle's new home at pond life.....if you were a turtle what would you think of your new home? A place to share with peepers, frogs, deer and moose, plus all those other assorted insects that come around....and in the distant calling of night I still hear the sounds of voices calling....well-come home 'turtle' friend....
"Every human being is an artist ... called to participate in transforming and reshaping the conditions, thinking and structures that shape and condition our lives." -- Joseph Beuys, German Artist
"Who is the Man, the Artist? He is the unspoiled core of everyman before he is choked by schooling, training, conditioning until the artist shrivels up and is forgotten. ... And yet that core is never killed completely. At times it responds to Nature, to beauty, to Life, suddenly aware again of being in the presence of a Mystery that baffles understanding and which only has to be glimpsed to renew our spirit and to make us feel that life is a supreme gift." -- Frederick Franck, Author, Zen of Seeing: Seeing/Drawing as Meditation
"From the age of six I had a mania for drawing the shapes of things. When I was fifty I had published a universe of designs. but all I have done before the the age of seventy is not worth bothering with. At seventy five I'll have learned something of the pattern of nature, of animals, of plants, of trees, birds, fish and insects. When I am eighty you will see real progress. At ninety I shall have cut my way deeply into the mystery of life itself. At a hundred I shall be a marvelous artist. At a hundred and ten everything I create; a dot, a line, will jump to life as never before. To all of you who are going to live as long as I do, I promise to keep my word. I am writing this in my old age. I used to call myself Hokosai, but today I sign my self 'The Old Man Mad About Drawing.' -- Hokusai, The Drawings of Hokosai
"In fact, whatever exists in the universe, in essence, in appearance, in the imagination, the painter has first in his mind and then in his hands … it lies in his power to create them . . ." -- Leonardo Da Vinci
"The artist within must fight the battle for Meaning with pen on paper, or brush on canvas, or chisel in wood and stone. But his Way, as that of Everyman, leads from ignorance, delusion, folly, self-inflation and phoniness to truth and authenticity … The point of practicing an art is less to discover who you are than to become your truth, to be able to shed all sham, imposture and bluff in relation to yourself and others. True art is not an indulgence of the little self, but a manifestation of the Self."
1909-, Dutch Physician, Artist, Writer
Art as a Way
"....there is the remembering from where i long ago stood, and in this place of before beginning, i drew myself as art into this place of all complete 'wood art', where i now give back what amounts to being thank-full for all i am...."
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/