Dear Rin,
Your ‘deep sea fish’. I don’t know if I have ever met this fish but we became friends
immediately, very deep indeed. I had made something for you earlier, but it was not
the right time in the conversation. Now after meeting your fish I believe it is time. It
is called “Tell me of your Island”.
Here is a more full explanation at the way I use words in the phrase ‘ the present
moment is a seed of future time’. The ‘moment’ in this sense, is not a unit of time,
not a fraction of time as a second is 1/60 of a minute but it is ‘one whole
momentum of will impulse’. Have you ever been painting and look up to see that
hours have gone by? This is what I mean by the present moment-it is always now .,
it is whole and has no measure other than itself.
Vincent Van Gogh wrote to his brother Theo that often times when he was painting a
landscape in that prolific summer of 1888 at Arles, that he would paint as if in a
dream, so absorbed was he in his work, so much in the present moment. More than
100years later we can see the results of the seed that was planted on summer day
in the South of France. The meaning of time , as I am using it , is not in the
abstract, not inert but a confluence and vital meeting ground of reverberating wills,
forces, ideas, feeling, being and cosmic rhythms.
I like very much what you say here:
”I think of the things(beings) those cannot be seen for certain. I try to hear these
fragile voices. They are my reality. We usually see only what we choose to see, we
are deleting most of information from the scene subconsciously(or consciously?).
Why do we do that?”
This is something I think about a lot. I think our minds are conditioned by social
conventions, consciously and subconsciously, to see certain things and not others.
When we see certain things differently or see things that the majority do not see…
well then, the one who sees that… is characterized as someone ‘other than’-odd,
strange etc. People are wearing filters and maybe they don’t know it.
[Questions and unformed thoughts]
I’ve been thinking about what we were speaking earlier about making the invisible
visible. I’ve been going to the ocean in the mornings and drawing and the ink keeps
asking,’ where do the visible and the invisible meet? Is that which is unseen of
different nature from what is seen or is that we do not probe deeply enough?’ I find
myself in the middle. The reed pen finds it own way, makes signatures of things, of
water, sky, birds, ships, fish, people, sand, sail boats, the island, the coast, the pier.
And these materials we use, after so many centuries, do they belong to the visible
world or the invisible one? Are they not imbued with the spirit of the human being,
the spirit of creativity? …inner-outer, visible-invisible, human spirit-spirit of nature,
impression-expression, art and life, isn’t this all a kind of great cosmic dance? I
know I can never quite put my finger on it because the music never sleeps.
Blessings,
George
Your ‘deep sea fish’. I don’t know if I have ever met this fish but we became friends
immediately, very deep indeed. I had made something for you earlier, but it was not
the right time in the conversation. Now after meeting your fish I believe it is time. It
is called “Tell me of your Island”.
Here is a more full explanation at the way I use words in the phrase ‘ the present
moment is a seed of future time’. The ‘moment’ in this sense, is not a unit of time,
not a fraction of time as a second is 1/60 of a minute but it is ‘one whole
momentum of will impulse’. Have you ever been painting and look up to see that
hours have gone by? This is what I mean by the present moment-it is always now .,
it is whole and has no measure other than itself.
Vincent Van Gogh wrote to his brother Theo that often times when he was painting a
landscape in that prolific summer of 1888 at Arles, that he would paint as if in a
dream, so absorbed was he in his work, so much in the present moment. More than
100years later we can see the results of the seed that was planted on summer day
in the South of France. The meaning of time , as I am using it , is not in the
abstract, not inert but a confluence and vital meeting ground of reverberating wills,
forces, ideas, feeling, being and cosmic rhythms.
I like very much what you say here:
”I think of the things(beings) those cannot be seen for certain. I try to hear these
fragile voices. They are my reality. We usually see only what we choose to see, we
are deleting most of information from the scene subconsciously(or consciously?).
Why do we do that?”
This is something I think about a lot. I think our minds are conditioned by social
conventions, consciously and subconsciously, to see certain things and not others.
When we see certain things differently or see things that the majority do not see…
well then, the one who sees that… is characterized as someone ‘other than’-odd,
strange etc. People are wearing filters and maybe they don’t know it.
[Questions and unformed thoughts]
I’ve been thinking about what we were speaking earlier about making the invisible
visible. I’ve been going to the ocean in the mornings and drawing and the ink keeps
asking,’ where do the visible and the invisible meet? Is that which is unseen of
different nature from what is seen or is that we do not probe deeply enough?’ I find
myself in the middle. The reed pen finds it own way, makes signatures of things, of
water, sky, birds, ships, fish, people, sand, sail boats, the island, the coast, the pier.
And these materials we use, after so many centuries, do they belong to the visible
world or the invisible one? Are they not imbued with the spirit of the human being,
the spirit of creativity? …inner-outer, visible-invisible, human spirit-spirit of nature,
impression-expression, art and life, isn’t this all a kind of great cosmic dance? I
know I can never quite put my finger on it because the music never sleeps.
Blessings,
George
NO.11
"tell me of your island"
by George (10/26/2006)
by George (10/26/2006)