the sound of soft shoes
on the wooden floor,
the sound of a finger on the string-
five years become ten,
ten become twenty…
how thin the air, how innocent the sky-
we must never become too old to dream
lest we confuse an old coat
with the allness that we are.
the soul grows too grand for
the body to contain.
the dross washes away
and we become gold.
Life is So simple
and Life is Never simple…
so many shades to decipher-
all hope and imagining
collide in us-
how to span these gaps?
how to understand?
is there any sense to find
or is it all a crazy confabulation
of microbe and mystery
the eternal swirling of dimensions,
each longing to be-
with such ferocity
and such passivity-
like Water, Blessed,
we trickle and we yearn;
the benefit of certainty
comes only in rare
and then the search, again..
maybe that’s all
one ever gets?
The face of a figure is always a little bit harrowing-
somehow it seems to emerge against all odds,
both internal and external and it is always
a little bit suprising to see what it actually ‘looks like’
as there seem to be subconscious forces at play
when one is in that flow of work.
As more work goes into a piece,
the ‘onus’ of each succeeding magnifies.
At the start, there is only the Idea,
formless and free to change
but as soon as a part is completed,
the subsequent choices are limited
by what has been done.
In the case of ferrocement work,
it is then quite literally ‘set in concrete’
and retrofitting is not really an option
without drastic means.
People bandy that phrase about
but they have no idea
unless they actually work in the material!
Experimental work is always the most fun-
no pressure and even if an experiment fails,
one always learns something
( occassionally one learns more from a failure than
from a success – not that one ever
intentionally courts failure!)
But this sculpture is going into the 2014
Benchmarking Birches Bay Sculpture Trail
at Five Bob Farm in Woodbridge
so there is no room for it to fail or it won’t be there!
Next, the hand and a mosaic Earth-
this will be my first mosaic so please wish me luck-
i want it to look like the Earth from outer space,
with all the swirling white clouds and ocean currents,
like the precious jewel the earth is
( hence the name of the sculpture,
I like the way the in progress photos look,
the contrast between the finished and unfinished.
Look up – clouds and blue,
the miracle of Sky.
In the mirrored ceiling,
i see only me.
On the shiny floor,
a tangle of black thread
and the hazy reflection
of what’s above
descends into forever.
It is all Eternity.
‘Reject everything hopelessly’- grafitti on a Moonah wall in big block capitals- it made me think of this photograph taken at the bus stop. A girl on the bus had ‘Refuse to Seek’ tattooed in fancy script across her chest- i heard her tell someone it meant that she wouldn’t let anyone tell her what to do. I wondered if she knew what ‘seek’ meant?
has Time become
than it was?
thoughts, dreams, feelings-
wave upon wave,
the cascade breaks,
becomes a mind full of rainbows…
and the swell irresistable-
no room for dualism here;
wave is particle…is wave…IS
(the kaleidoscope river multiplied,
i am a speck filled with wonder)
i think i like the reflections better than i like the ‘real thing’-
as long as i have a camera, it isn’t entirely disfunctional…
what does the tiger know of fashion parade?
he has little use for shoppers paradise,
he came with his own stripes-
only an accident of glass puts his image
in the same frame-
he isn’t even tempted,
were he able,
to come buy, come buy.