The Stillness Within / 24" x 30" / acrylic on canvas
These two painting have emerged from painting up north again. Being close to the rocks and the bodies of water that I love so dearly evokes colors and shapes that reflect my inward and outward states when I am near these great beings. The rocks in particular seem to relax my entire nervous system and the water soothes the firey synapses into a stream of steady flow that I just let go into and drift. Allowing a soothing energy to envelope me while I paint.
An exceptional gift during a sudden rain storm on Lac Tremblant.
Gratitude for silence and stillness, within and without.
These clouds have appeared as gifts of tumultuous beauty throughout the past month at precisely the right moment, reminding me that Life has an...
"...uncanny way of showing up at exactly the right moment to summon you below the surface of your life."
The above quote is how Kim Rosen describes the poetry of Naomi Shihab Nye. You can read an interview between Kim and Naomi here.
Her poem, Kindness has touched me to the core this evening. Kindness is the one thing that we all need to give and receive more of. Perhaps it is all that is left after everything else has been stripped away.
By Naomi Shihab Nye
Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.
Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread,
Exhibiting in NYC was exhilarating and stimulating, in equal measures. The Parallax Art Fair was an eclectic and interesting mix of art work and artists. A refreshing art fair originating in London that encourages the visitors to "be themselves" and relax into the works being exhibited. Dialogue between the artists and the viewers is encouraged and becomes an integral part of the whole event.
The fair was extremely well attended and I sold a couple of small pieces to a group of delightful women visiting NYC from Turkey. I was most fortunate to have my youngest daughter helping me to unpack and hang the show. We later braved the stifling heat of the city and went out to explore the High Line Park and the MOMA.
It was a joy to share the experience with Georgia. She discovered and connected with Boccini's "Dynamism of a Soccer Player" in the MOMA.
And the Monet "Water Lilies" room that always sings its delightful song of colors and texture to me, no matter how many times I see it.