IF YOU WANT TO HEAR ABOUT PASSION. OH MY!
IF YOU WANT TO HEAR ABOUT PASSION. OH MY!
Robert Boswell says:
“a percentage of researchers genuinely believe that
humans do not really learn anything ever; rather we
spend our lives discovering inborn capacities. …
If we don’t learn then we merely discover the range,
complexity and limits of our wiring….what we
seem to be doing as writers (he infers) is
listening to a story as it spins itself out..
perhaps when we talk about the pursuit of
truth, as writers often do, we’re talking about
the ability of the writer to make contact with
that pure narrative wiring, to successfully
ride the native circuitry.”
Here I have taken four pieces of birch, carved
away the negative space to reveal the images
signifying a Season of Rain, a Season of Moon,
a Season of Promise and a Season of Bloom. After
rolling the carvings with ink and stamping them
onto a paper called kozo, I embellished the
printed designs with hand applied ink and watercolor.
The bees are the result of myriad stampings of
one small carving of a bee. The paper was then
married to several layers of toile and sealed with
three pounds of beeswax.
In the Battle of the Books by Jonathan Swift,
wherein an argument ensues between the spider and the
bee, Swift describes the bees as follows:
“These bees have chosen to fill their hive with honey
and wax thus furnishing mankind with the two noblest
of things, sweetness and light.”
In terms of dedication, pursuit, protection,
trust, desire and longing, we are all married to
something or someone. Unless the bee is married
to the flower it’s wealth of honey is never realized.
And yet, it takes two million bees to make a
pound of honey. Rather than enlist assistance by
by making heroic statements the honeybee does a
dance. Her language essentially hangs on the
alphabet of dance. Dancer or not, wouldn’t it
be lovely to use our bodies to bear such a
message of goodness and light as to evoke healing
music to be orchestrated in others?
Notice how she has ripped her dress
to shreds in order to lasso the bloom
and drag it to where she has the notion might be
safe. Which clearly it isn’t.
All this is happening in the dark rain
of promise (rainbow sky in the background
behind the black leaves). AND she
is not glibly whistling along as if there is
no battle. There is. AND she KNOWS she is
on holy ground, thus the absence of shoes.
This is not me talking here, this is from John Eldridge’s Book, the Sacred Romance. I find it noteworthy…..
The Wildness of God
We live our lives before the wild, dangerous, unfettered and free character of the living God….. Walter Brueggemann writes: The unknown Romancing or the Message of the Arrows- which captures the essence of life? Should we keep our hearts open to the Romance or concentrate on protecting ourselves from the Arrows? Should we live with hopeful abandon, trusting in a larger story whose ending is good, or should we live in our small stories and glean what we can from the Romance while trying to avoid the Arrows?
Perhaps God, as the Author of the Story we’re all living in, would tilt the scale in a favorable direction if we knew we could trust him. And therein lies our dilemma. There seems to be no direct correlation between the way we live our lives and the resulting fate God has in store for us, at least on this earth. Abraham’s grandson, Jacob, lives the life of a manipulator and is blessed. Jesus lives for the sake of others and is crucified. And we never quite know when we’re going to run into the uncertainty of the part God has written for us in his play, whether our character has significant lines yet to speak or will even survive the afternoon.
(Again, this is from John Eldridge’s, The Sacred Romance , 47)
The Late Bloomer
(44″ x 60″)
Watercolor and ink applied with a brush and a stick.
“Late bloomers are prone to caution,
to much reluctance. Late and bloom is a
curious combination, an inference that
something has bloomed but should have
bloomed sooner. Though blooming late
has its frustrations, it is better than not
blooming at all. After all, there is a certain
novelty in a truant bloom, a kind of triumph.
Late bloomers arrive on the scene once the
other blooms have departed.”
(Watercolor copied onto canvas.
For Sale: $600.00)