tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32975410.post3338370560364293859..comments2014-09-04T06:38:24.776-05:00Comments on Watercolor Haiku: Hearing With Our Eyes, Seeing With Our EarsKrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11518981252382574336noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32975410.post-2500895995259247612009-12-09T06:52:27.458-06:002009-12-09T06:52:27.458-06:00In the Torah, there is a moment when the people ar...In the Torah, there is a moment when the people are standing at the foot of Mt Sinai (natan Torah-giving of the Torah)...when the AWE of experiencing God is described as sound and sights becoming one. I know when I sit in spiritual direction that often I will receive a vision and a piece of wisdom (not exactly sound) but certainly a knowing that I am able to understand and express in words pretty much simultaneously...I think a painting, a view of nature, a piece of music that resonates deep in our hearts and bodies has the potential to bring us to that same state of Awe...the same is true of the stillness of meditation at times (which is essentially spiritual direction).<br /><br />So not always, but sometimes I have experience multiple sensory experiences that become ONE expansive KNOWING. <br /><br />gentle steps,<br />LauraLaurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15349928247626849914noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32975410.post-69843533603653713742009-11-18T07:39:49.142-06:002009-11-18T07:39:49.142-06:00Hi all! Your comments inspire me. Thank you for st...Hi all! Your comments inspire me. Thank you for stopping by and sharing your thoughts.Krishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11518981252382574336noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32975410.post-24547223160591903322009-11-16T19:56:22.623-06:002009-11-16T19:56:22.623-06:00The sound of an orchestra warming up, tuning, caco...The sound of an orchestra warming up, tuning, cacophonous. Nothing is quite in place yet. Nothing is supposed to be. The structures are there, and the colors, the textures, the light and the shadows. Everything is there, and yet it as yet all moves, all vibrates. There is no real telling how it will play, individually or as a whole. Each piece seems content preparing itself, at most half listening to a neighbor for perspective.<br /><br />And then there is our single figure, Wolf. Audience, conductor, theme? Perhaps Wolf is in fact the usher, showing us early into the disconcerted hall? Is there howling from this cliff edge? A conductor's call to attention? Or it could be that this is more of an Ornette Coleman composition (he made forays into classical composition)- Wolf is like a hiccup, a nexus point of (for) improvisational chaos?<br /><br />I don't know. I like it though. 100% uncertainty. A life of ringing bells in the zendo, missing bells in the ashram(?), missing bells in the zendo and ringing them in the ashram(?). The world that exists in (as) the shadows to T.S. Eliot's construction. The other side of the four quartets, where he speaks of the dark, dark, dark, but abandons us who must remain making sense of the penumbra.Deadmannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32975410.post-66924205114336559342009-11-15T17:21:01.653-06:002009-11-15T17:21:01.653-06:00I was "struck" :) by your description of...I was "struck" :) by your description of your experience at the Zendo: quietly humbling, openness, reverence, sacredness, vulnerability, everything seen, heard and accepted, including the frailties. Beautiful yet frightening. There also seems to be a recognition of and reverence for "the sacred" here - that sense of *awareness* of what is really present, in contrast to the "casualness" of your new group that you describe.<br /><br />I was particularly "struck" by your phrase: "Forever humbled by what comes out on paper." There was a familiar note that sounded when I read that!<br /><br /> I haven't paid much attention to color and sound, but I'm going to pay attention now! What a wonderful exercise in *awareness*! I would say that sound has color for me, and color has a fragrance, especially the color purple has a distinct odor.<br /><br />In your painting I see deeper gold hues that have a sense of a deeper tone, like the gong of a large bell, rather than the tinkling sound of the brighter yellows... But they're all playing a wonderful symphony together now that I'm aware :) ChristineMystic Meanderinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09746429719911446865noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32975410.post-32133145986907644592009-11-15T10:35:06.454-06:002009-11-15T10:35:06.454-06:00Well I had to pop by for a peek to see your grays....Well I had to pop by for a peek to see your grays. Firstly l love the story about the bell. It gives us deep insight into what the bell ringing is really all about, what it can tell us if we look deeply. There is a wonderful earthiness to your description. I feel like I'm right there with you in the Zendo.<br /><br />By nature am more comfortable in a relaxed setting and so in the number of years I sat with a Soto Group I never warmed to (and in fact bristled sometimes) at the formality of it all.<br /><br />I love your new piece too! For me it is always about feeling when I look at something, not even just artwork. This piece speaks of strength and confidence. I see yours, as a painter when I look at this piece. Nothing tentative here. It is also wonderful and ethereal. It speaks to me of mystery. I love the use of the yellow and deep grays. I love the angularity.ZenDotStudiohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06051368546505731081noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32975410.post-46068733869158350572009-11-13T20:23:22.117-06:002009-11-13T20:23:22.117-06:00I can hear music (arranged orchestra music even) w...I can hear music (arranged orchestra music even) when I look at objects. Especially paintings. Sometimes I hear a story being told linearly in my mind. Your painting above? It's an eerie soundtrack music you see in sci fi movies, not horror music, when you're exploring a strange peopleless and alien environment and you don't know what is really there or what they're made of. Something good, something bad.. you don't really know. But there's definitely something beyond the corner. It's a searching/exploring for a discovery. And that's when I looked at your title :Dhadvhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09509025772524925053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32975410.post-1641038980522726962009-11-13T16:33:29.831-06:002009-11-13T16:33:29.831-06:00Melody, If you take up painting, you might like Am...Melody, If you take up painting, you might like American Journey Watercolors— though definitely not edible, they have yummy names like sour lemon, apricot, coffee with cream, pomegranate, mint julip, or peachy keen. :~)Krishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11518981252382574336noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32975410.post-62361774672198150492009-11-13T15:08:27.959-06:002009-11-13T15:08:27.959-06:00I associate everything with flavor. I always get ...I associate everything with flavor. I always get teased when I ask what "flavor" a particular candle is. And when I see colors I often associate it with some delicious food I've eaten before. I'm not sure if that's the same thing...<br /><br />I believe that our senses enrich one another. And I am always fascinated by how when one of our senses is absent the others become heightened.spldbchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05505641654468777964noreply@blogger.com