I am helplessly seduced by
solitude, silence, stillness
but sooner or later
I get horny for creativity.
Sutra is a Sanskrit word that can mean thread, (sew, stitches) or spiritual teachings. Since I was on retreat at the remote Krishnamurti Uttarkashi Retreat at the time, both meanings are relevant to this piece.
Walking in the high Himalayan forest I was enchanted by the pieces of bark that would fall from the trunks of huge trees and lie scattered on the forest floor like small sculptures in their own right.
I had no art materials or equipment with me. Everything used in this piece was either scavenged from the roadside, under the trees, beside the River Ganges, or bought in the village market.
340 x 900
Stitching, gilding, assemblage
Khadi paper, hessian sackcloth, threads, river stone, old cotton dhoti, recycled cardboard, tree bark*
*Bark from the Chilgoza Pine – Pinus Gerardiana – which is native to the northwestern Himalayas. The fragments in this piece were gathered in forests near Uttarkashi, northwest India. Chilgoza Pine is a cousin of the Lacebark Pine (a native of northeastern and central China) and is also found in Pakistan and eastern Afghanistan.
painting on textured card and watercolor paper, assemblage
cardboard box, Arches watercolor paper, shade cloth, threads, twig, watercolor and acrylic paints, canvas board
460 x 460
This piece began as a watercolor study in the upper garden (kami-no-chaya) of the Shugaku-in Rikyu Imperial Villa in Kyoto.
I loved the pond with its border of perfectly rounded stones, and the way their forms were echoed in the carefully clipped azalea bushes.
Recycled boxes, canvasboard, cotton netting, acrylic paints, handmade dyed Japanese washi, linen thread
Painting, dyeing, drawing, stitching, collage, assemblage
460cm x 460cm
wonderboxes – celebrating the wonder of the everyday
recycled cardboard boxes, acrylic paint, Japanese washi, found object, sealing wax, linen thread
Forget your perfect offering
there is a crack in everything
that’s how the light gets in.
– Leonard Cohen
acrylic on textured board, oyster-bed netting, slate roof-tile
The faculty of creating is never given to us all by itself.
It always goes hand in hand with the gift of observation.
And the true creator may be recognized by his ability to find about him,
in the commonest and humblest thing, items worthy of note.
– Igor Stravinsky
painted silk Habotai, textured card, acrylic paint, fragment of steel gauze
The noun of self becomes a verb.
This flashpoint of creation in the present moment is where work and play merge.
– Stephen Nachmanovitch
acrylic on board, silver leaf, oyster-bed netting, gauze, twine, oyster shell
First thought is best in art.
– William Blake
painted silk Habotai, handmade paper, acrylic light-reflective pigments, fiber reactive dyes,
woven cotton netting
The wonder that we are
meets the wonder that always is,
and the heart sings
within the playground of serendipity.
– Rodney Smith
stained, distressed canvas, gauze, wooden slats, copper wire
Merely painting pictures or being trained to paint them
or writing a poem occasionally is not what I mean by creativity.
Creativity is something entirely different, and it comes into being
when there is no concern or fear of oneself clothed in the form of virtue,
or concern for oneself socially, economically, politically.
When that concern, that fear ceases, there is creativity.
– J Krishnamurti