i woke this morning and again....that sense of Lost, of flat~ness, of not knowing how i can go. i made the tea, did the Usuals and it clung....the word was angst. I googled it and it was wrong, not what it means to me, but what it meant to me was what i felt , so i stayed with it....Angst. i worked through thngs and thought how Wendy had given the Thing of the
Fertile Void
and how i should
Trust
Wait
and i went back to yesterday, the Mantis. Her still~ness, sure~ness and said
help! in my mind, and then aloud.....Help!
i read Jude's post and went back into that back room where all those bags of cloth reside, where Minnow now sleeps among them, and ran my hands through one but again, knew that it's not time for cloth. it just isn't. There is no purpose there whatever that means....there is no purpose there and drank another cup of tea and fed Goats and Minnow and Talkie and more cat food in Puppy's bowl on the table and listened to the new bird that sounds like a rusted gate hinge and remembered how much i used to love magazines. the FEEL of them, their visual gratification, even the smell of them, print on paper, their Weight....Magazines and i googled Art Magazines and there was a horizontal line of images but as it happens in the morning the images popped down a line into
Drawing Thought Andrea Kantrowitz image of the book cover and on it went, reading, YouTubes
"Drawing is a way of constructing ideas and observations as much as it is a means of expressing them. When we are not ready or able to put our thoughts into words, we can sometimes put them down in arrangements of lines and marks. Artists, designers, architects and others draw to generate explore and test perceptions and mental models. In Drawing Thought, artist-educator Andrea Kantrowitz invites readers to use drawing to extend and reflect on their own thought processes. She interweaves illuminating hand-drawn images with text, integrating recent findings in cognitive psychology and neuroscience with accounts of her own artistic and teaching practices."
......when we are not ready or able to put our thoughts into words......
maybe. maybe this is a path.....from the Fertile Void......on.....into finding a way to give word to that sense of Being Of.
there was a feeling of Realease. was/IS.
