"I find and I know that painting from nature is meaningless for me. I'd rather create paintings from memories, as visions of a landscape - I now mostly observe the bodily movement of mountains, water, trees and flowers. They are all reminiscent of similar movements in the human body of similar stirrings of joy and pain in the plants. Painting alone is not enough for me, I know that one can create qualities with colors - in the summer you feel an automnal tree deep inside, with your essence and your heart, it is this wistfulness that I want to paint."
Tuesday, 29 November 2016
New Mexico landscape by Michael A. Muller |
Otto Kunzli – Arbeit Fur Die Hand – 1979-80 |
Francesco Viscuso |
Ruth Thorne Thomsen, dot lady, 1983 |
Martin Puryear, untitled, 1977 |
Kansuke Yamamoto |
Ana Mendieta |
Thursday, 24 November 2016
seeds
I don’t know what’s coming. I do know that, whatever it is, some of it will be terrible, but some of it will be miraculous, that term we reserve for the utterly unanticipated, the seeds we didn’t know the soil held. And I know that we don’t know what we do does. As Shane Bauer points out, the doing is the crucial thing.Rebecca Solnit, “The Arc of Justice and the Long Run”
Saturday, 19 November 2016
Take a walk. Make something.
rules for self-care
1. MOVE. Take a walk. Be in nature. Commune with Mother Earth. She has seen it all, and she's still here supporting us.
2. MAKE SOMETHING. A sandwich, a scarf, a sculpture, a song. Something small. Just remind yourself of your capable hands and self. It can help you keep the forward momentum.
people, we need to take care of ourselves and our loved ones, bake cakes and look at the moon, all while remaining outraged, active and committed to moving society in the direction of freedom for all.
1. MOVE. Take a walk. Be in nature. Commune with Mother Earth. She has seen it all, and she's still here supporting us.
2. MAKE SOMETHING. A sandwich, a scarf, a sculpture, a song. Something small. Just remind yourself of your capable hands and self. It can help you keep the forward momentum.
people, we need to take care of ourselves and our loved ones, bake cakes and look at the moon, all while remaining outraged, active and committed to moving society in the direction of freedom for all.
'i teach self-care'
"I teach self-care. I create environments for people to investigate themselves. I give them permission to touch their wounds, their blindness and numbness. I believe that deep self-knowledge is the path to healing and repairing the places where we've turned our backs on ourselves, where we were ignorant of our own body biases within our tissues and therefore our heart and soul. I help people find where they have unknowingly been at battle in their bodies. I teach this across fractured party lines. I teach people to empower themselves through body sensing and body-relating practices. And I believe that embodied self knowledge fosters compassion, understanding and better inter-relating to other humans. I want to know my neighbor, even if we disagree. I am prepared to do my part in repairing this country. I chose to not be at war with my own body a long time ago.
To my movement educator friends, let's continue to hold space for people of all ages and stages, let's honor them by hosting environments where they can find ease and peace. May we unify inside ourselves in order transform the anxiety and fear within society."
-- Jill Miller of Yoga Tune-Up
Thursday, 10 November 2016
joan mitchell
carfully tended
My desire
is always the same;
wherever life deposits me:
I want to stick my toe
& soon my whole body
into the water.
I want to shake out a fat broom
& sweep dried leaves
bruised blossoms
dead insects
& dust.
I want to grow
something.
It seems impossible that desire
can sometimes transform into devotion;
but this has happened.
And that is how I've survived:
how the hole
I carefully tended
in the garden of my heart
grew a heart
to fill it
is always the same;
wherever life deposits me:
I want to stick my toe
& soon my whole body
into the water.
I want to shake out a fat broom
& sweep dried leaves
bruised blossoms
dead insects
& dust.
I want to grow
something.
It seems impossible that desire
can sometimes transform into devotion;
but this has happened.
And that is how I've survived:
how the hole
I carefully tended
in the garden of my heart
grew a heart
to fill it
-Alice Walker
Friday, 4 November 2016
what makes us human
I could post these all day! You can check out the film in full on youtube (all 3 hours!) but I recommend going to see a version on the big screen. It's
incredible and you can see it for free. The sheer indivisible weight of
experience in the stories told by people from across the world have left
me feeling connected and inspired to do more in my little corner of
this planet. It's also interspersed with some breathtaking landscapes to
remind us, If we've forgotten, about the importance of the land. And,
in my interpretation, how much peoples freedom is tied to it.
Oohhh and the movement! Movement most definitely matters.
Oohhh and the movement! Movement most definitely matters.
Thursday, 3 November 2016
it all matters
-- Laura McBride, We Are Called to RiseIt all matters. That someone turns out the lamp, picks up the windblown wrapper, says hello to the invalid, pays at the unattended lot, listens to the repeated tale, folds the abandoned laundry, plays the game fairly, tells the story honestly, acknowledges help, gives credit, says good night, resists temptation, wipes the counter, waits at the yellow, makes the bed, tips the maid, remembers the illness, congratulates the victor, accepts the consequences, takes a stand, steps up, offers a hand, goes first, goes last, chooses the small portion, teaches the child, tends to the dying, comforts the grieving, removes the splinter, wipes the tear, directs the lost, touches the lonely, is the whole thing. What is most beautiful is least acknowledged. What is worth dying for is barely noticed.
Tuesday, 1 November 2016
several planes
"To talk to Le Guin is to encounter alternatives. At her house, the writer is present, but so is Le Guin the mother of three, the faculty wife: the woman writing fantasy in tandem with her daily life. I asked her recently about a particularly violent story that she wrote in her early thirties, in two days, while organizing a fifth-birthday party for her elder daughter. “It’s funny how you can live on several planes, isn’t it?” she said."
- Julie Phillips' profile of Ursula K. Le Guin:
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