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.
folded and buried khadi papers, powdered paint flakes from walls of village huts,
antique woven and embroidered textile fragments, chalk, whitewash, mud stains,
thorns, mosquito netting, cowrie shells, coconut twine
We do not know until the shell breaks
what kind of egg we have been sitting on.
– T S Eliot
folded and buried khadi papers, mud, powdered paint flakes from walls of village huts
Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes.
Art is knowing which ones to keep.
– Scott Adams
recycled corrugated cardboard, old dhoti, hemp twine, linen thread, ghee, acrylic pigments
Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.
fragment of tree bark, handmade khadi paper, linen thread, powdered paint flakes
Art’s purpose is to sober and quiet the mind
so that it is in accord with what happens.
– John Cage
Today’s art quote comes from Begin Again, a new post at Deborah Barlow’s ever-inspiring bog, Slow Muse.
recycled corrugated card, ghee, acrylic paints, old dhoti, linen thread
No hovel is safe from it,
no prince may depend upon it,
the vastest intelligence cannot bring it about.
– James McNeill Whistler
old dhoti, hessian, khadi papers, linen thread, river stone, gold leaf
Awe is what moves us forward.
– Joseph Campbell
handmade khadi papers, antique woven and embroidered textile fragments, chalk, whitewash, mud stains
It is only when the totality of the mind is still,
that the creative, the nameless,
comes into being.
“What do you mean by the mind?” asked the artist.
The conscious as well as the unconscious;
the hidden recesses of the heart as well as the educated bits.
– J Krishnamurti
painted silk, corrugated cardboard, rice paper, hemp twine, fiber reactive dyes
If you do not express your own original ideas,
if you do not listen to your own being,
you will have betrayed yourself.
– Rollo May