The Gifts
THE GIFTS OF THE ARTS
Rambling thoughts….
To be still… pause
To stand
still in the midst of time
… and space
There is no time
and space is infinite
Senses –
recapture the senses
To be …
Quiet
Feel
Hear
See …..
notice for yourself ~ the little things
Step away
be!
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The Arts ~ In viewing, performance or exhibition – offer time ….. away
Time out….
Some time to
Escape
Some time ~
For Entertainment
Reflection
It’s
Social ….. society
Connection
Community
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In doing ~ Becoming an artist
The arts ask more…
and more-
As we come to know ourselves through textures and layers,
RAW
colors and tones,
Emotions, feelings, thoughts swirling ~
The arts open feelings and true knowings …. lay bare and raw
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What IS the nature or resonance of color or tone ?
of ‘red’ – how did they make this color – from blood, or fruit or ?
Or lapsi blue … a royal color with hints of gold, promise and connection to…?
What is the key of G or tuning to A440; a string, wind instrument or a drum
Voices - tone and texture…
Have you paused to listen to the silence
silent vibrations of a note , or someone’s voice
lingering in space after the bow has left the cello
or the hand has left the skin of a drum…?
Or the words have left the throat-
Honesty-
As movers we discover the infinite possibilities of human form, pattern shape, connection,
communication through the silence of postures and gestures;
expansion, contraction lightness and weight of being;
the form of our feelings and emotions…
and we ask for more -
as we push the body toward personal perfection in form, proportions and wavelengths
We sing the songs of the Universe –
of Solitude and Desolation…
Hope and Joy in movements that talk in silence~
Musicians and composers blend, stir, swirl the wavelengths-
ALL artists
blend vibrations, resonant with our souls and the times - expressing the moans of a whale or click of a dolphin; the chirp of a sparrow;
the anger of marginalized people and the sorrow of an agonized mother ….
and we re-member
the delicate brush of a wing or the powerful surge of rage..
We are inspired, provoked, challenged, comforted –
filled to the brims with images in and infinite imagination…
and we sense beyond ourselves, toward more –
toward the infinite possibilities – be – coming
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Have you felt the velvet softness of a rose …
Or smelled the sea from a mountain top
Can you talk to a friend through the clouds as they bump and swirl into patterns, pictures, colors ~
Can you become quiet and still… hear the grass,
Talk to a bunny,
Smell the rain,
Listen to the heartbeat of your lover
And feel safe in the arms of a hug?
All of this and more are the gifts of the arts…
The arts are the vessels of history – the truth of the soul of the times
Carrying the remembrance and reminders of struggles and strife;
of power and might; richness and the ravages of the soul.
Simplicity & complexity, beauty and promise….
Humanity and all of our possibilities.
The Arts give us a life line… a living line to be-coming ~
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An artist is driven by the muse …. I know we are madmen on the edge of madness
Full blown in our senses and the infinite possibilities of …..
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