Poets Responding to SB 1070
on the day of the massacre sarah palin inspired
i do not cry anymore about atrocities
only kindnesses garner my tears
i am numb to the predictability
of cruelty
disembodied heads talking out of their asses
...about ideas
they
never
even
originated
in their own heads
even one time
gleaning their "intelligence"
from soundbites
and inherited "patriotism"
words hurl fast--no time for
origin stories
or the careful tracking of where
these ideas
come from
or go to
over and over and over against the backdrop
of everyone's history
mystery
has no place
in the rush to judgment
and condemnation
of the "other"
rhetoric riles the reichs
calls the dogs
builds the walls
that always come tumbling down
after enough blood
has been extracted
from both sides
to pay hatred
to appear and disappear
when the whims of time
require
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Friday, January 1, 2010
the golden gate bridge project
EXPRESSING BRIDGES: Lived Experience Stories on the Golden Gate Bridge
open call for poetry, writing, rants, words, line drawings, notes, found objects, jpegs of artwork, photography, sculpture and other works that express stories of lived experience on the Golden Gate Bridge.
For publication consideration, Send your creative offerings via e-mail to comeknowing@theblackhut.com before Midnight, January 10, 2010.
It's our guess that everyone whose ever been to San Francisco since 1937 has crossed it, taken pictures of it, considered it up close or from a distance, bought a t-shirt or postcard with images of the thing itself or symbols of this gateway printed on their souvenir, their evidence of a lived experience in the presence of this monument to progress. For this project, we're interested in the temporary, voluntary community that gathers around symbols and monuments and the stories of moments alive in the air of that thing and place we all gather around and keep alive through our snapshots and stories.
Across any great divide, there is the choice, the option, to bridge the distance or not.
In addition to its powerful presence and beauty, The Golden Gate Bridge is also the number one monument in the entire world...for suicide.
The goal of our project is simply to walk across it--to get to the other side of the other side of the bridge and to collect work, art, mementos, stories, artifacts, there, in the vestibules of place, where those who have crossed the bridge and faced their choices as they did so can record their reflections in the moment of their experience.
Selected works will be memorialized in a book. A celebration of lived experience bridge stories will be held.
Artist Facilitated Making Days take place on Thursdays, December 17, 24, 31 and January 7
from approximately 10:30ish-1:30ish
*FREE*
see pictures of the first walk on the black hut facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/search/?q=the+black+hut&init=quick#/album.php?aid=355713&id=281609265356&ref=mf
and on eBu's profile page: http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=38503087322&v=info#/writressworder?v=photos
Catch us in the nra parking lot by the presidio entrance to the bridge in the morning and make up poetry, songs, stories as we walk together across the great expanse...or arrive any time and help yourself to the do-it-yourself making station on the back of the mobile studio or wander your own walk across and see what comes to you as story, prom, image, expression and put it in an e-mail and send it to us for publication consideration.
Contributing is free--offered and received freely without the promise of compensation of any kind. (Of course, if we find money, create support streams, strike riches or make it big, we promise to share the wealth with all who contribute).
Contributing allows The Black Hut leeway to include, promote, accept (or reject) contributor offerings and to publish findings, blog entries, promotional material and documentation on its website, blog, facebook page, in the book and in books written about the book.
Contributors who send a good $35 check payable to Juan Vincent Reyes, care of The Black Hut, 58 Rondel Pl, #1, San Francisco, CA 94103, will receive one free ticket to EXPRESSING BRIDGES: Lived Experience on the Golden Gate Bridge release party, reading & book signing *and* a contributor's copy of the book.
EXPRESSING BRIDGES: Lived Experience on the Golden Gate Bridge--the release party, reading & book signing
will take place Sunday, February 21, 2010 from 3-5pm in a San Francisco location tbd.
Additional contributor’s copies can be pre-ordered at $20 each and $180 for ten. Deeper discounts are available for larger orders. Books become available to the public after Midnight, February 22, 2010 for $25 and contributor discounts disappear at that time.
Funds generated contribute to establish The Black Hut and to further its work clearing the ground for celebration, community, animals and the earth.
We are actively seeking sponsorship for this project and others. Please e-mail to indicate an interest in exploring...
***
The Black Hut is a collaboration between transformative artists Raven Reyes and elizaBeth Benson-Udom. We work to support each other in making our work and bridging it into the world. We met in the circles held throughout JFKU's Transformative Arts Master's Degree program and we continue to bridge the distance between art and community, space and place, the sacred and profane. We continue to meet in the crossroads of art and life, show up as ourselves, do what we do, invite people to play, and be who we are in all the worlds we bridge....
keep track of the progress of this project by becoming our fan on facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/the-black-hut/281609265356?
open call for poetry, writing, rants, words, line drawings, notes, found objects, jpegs of artwork, photography, sculpture and other works that express stories of lived experience on the Golden Gate Bridge.
For publication consideration, Send your creative offerings via e-mail to comeknowing@theblackhut.com before Midnight, January 10, 2010.
It's our guess that everyone whose ever been to San Francisco since 1937 has crossed it, taken pictures of it, considered it up close or from a distance, bought a t-shirt or postcard with images of the thing itself or symbols of this gateway printed on their souvenir, their evidence of a lived experience in the presence of this monument to progress. For this project, we're interested in the temporary, voluntary community that gathers around symbols and monuments and the stories of moments alive in the air of that thing and place we all gather around and keep alive through our snapshots and stories.
Across any great divide, there is the choice, the option, to bridge the distance or not.
In addition to its powerful presence and beauty, The Golden Gate Bridge is also the number one monument in the entire world...for suicide.
The goal of our project is simply to walk across it--to get to the other side of the other side of the bridge and to collect work, art, mementos, stories, artifacts, there, in the vestibules of place, where those who have crossed the bridge and faced their choices as they did so can record their reflections in the moment of their experience.
Selected works will be memorialized in a book. A celebration of lived experience bridge stories will be held.
Artist Facilitated Making Days take place on Thursdays, December 17, 24, 31 and January 7
from approximately 10:30ish-1:30ish
*FREE*
see pictures of the first walk on the black hut facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/search/?q=the+black+hut&init=quick#/album.php?aid=355713&id=281609265356&ref=mf
and on eBu's profile page: http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=38503087322&v=info#/writressworder?v=photos
Catch us in the nra parking lot by the presidio entrance to the bridge in the morning and make up poetry, songs, stories as we walk together across the great expanse...or arrive any time and help yourself to the do-it-yourself making station on the back of the mobile studio or wander your own walk across and see what comes to you as story, prom, image, expression and put it in an e-mail and send it to us for publication consideration.
Contributing is free--offered and received freely without the promise of compensation of any kind. (Of course, if we find money, create support streams, strike riches or make it big, we promise to share the wealth with all who contribute).
Contributing allows The Black Hut leeway to include, promote, accept (or reject) contributor offerings and to publish findings, blog entries, promotional material and documentation on its website, blog, facebook page, in the book and in books written about the book.
Contributors who send a good $35 check payable to Juan Vincent Reyes, care of The Black Hut, 58 Rondel Pl, #1, San Francisco, CA 94103, will receive one free ticket to EXPRESSING BRIDGES: Lived Experience on the Golden Gate Bridge release party, reading & book signing *and* a contributor's copy of the book.
EXPRESSING BRIDGES: Lived Experience on the Golden Gate Bridge--the release party, reading & book signing
will take place Sunday, February 21, 2010 from 3-5pm in a San Francisco location tbd.
Additional contributor’s copies can be pre-ordered at $20 each and $180 for ten. Deeper discounts are available for larger orders. Books become available to the public after Midnight, February 22, 2010 for $25 and contributor discounts disappear at that time.
Funds generated contribute to establish The Black Hut and to further its work clearing the ground for celebration, community, animals and the earth.
We are actively seeking sponsorship for this project and others. Please e-mail to indicate an interest in exploring...
***
The Black Hut is a collaboration between transformative artists Raven Reyes and elizaBeth Benson-Udom. We work to support each other in making our work and bridging it into the world. We met in the circles held throughout JFKU's Transformative Arts Master's Degree program and we continue to bridge the distance between art and community, space and place, the sacred and profane. We continue to meet in the crossroads of art and life, show up as ourselves, do what we do, invite people to play, and be who we are in all the worlds we bridge....
keep track of the progress of this project by becoming our fan on facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/the-black-hut/281609265356?
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
joanna macy is rocking my world
i blogged about her--and there's some friend or another who wants to remain otherwise anonymous who is writing to me as the universe--and though i hear it through him in his playful, creative banter, where i really hear the call to respond to the call and response universe is in the voice of joanna macy--who i read about for margaret lindsey's class last night.
joanna macy: http://www.joannamacy.net/html/about.html
she calls me to community, to common action, to tribe, to growing food and taking care of animals and other children.
the action i take in response to the call is to double down on learning more.
this is my art action.
i share the word of her work in my wider world.
i intend it to bring the voice of my friend, posing as the universe, an additional view from which to write.
joanna macy: http://www.joannamacy.net/html/about.html
she calls me to community, to common action, to tribe, to growing food and taking care of animals and other children.
the action i take in response to the call is to double down on learning more.
this is my art action.
i share the word of her work in my wider world.
i intend it to bring the voice of my friend, posing as the universe, an additional view from which to write.
Monday, September 15, 2008
sarah palin
what to do about sarah palin?
how to rage about her candidacy? while endorsing her genetic resemblance
to wombed woman
as she parades her soldier son
and pregnant daughter
and down's syndrome baby
across the republican stages
in red and blue states
of consciouslessness?
what to do? but write poems?
make sounds? collages? movies?
put them on youtube? in the car windows?
on the neighborhood lawns?
what to do? but begin at the beginning?
with nothing but rage against the machine of old politics?
to try one's hand at handing out? handing off? handling?
this thing--
this candidacy offered up as pacifity
for angry women
who could have had one of their own
who knew something
about politics and motherhood
but got this one, strange being?
this one, gun toting alaskan sambo calling racist
hiding her white underbelly in the cold snow
of no--
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO.
this will not do.
please make art about this.
how to rage about her candidacy? while endorsing her genetic resemblance
to wombed woman
as she parades her soldier son
and pregnant daughter
and down's syndrome baby
across the republican stages
in red and blue states
of consciouslessness?
what to do? but write poems?
make sounds? collages? movies?
put them on youtube? in the car windows?
on the neighborhood lawns?
what to do? but begin at the beginning?
with nothing but rage against the machine of old politics?
to try one's hand at handing out? handing off? handling?
this thing--
this candidacy offered up as pacifity
for angry women
who could have had one of their own
who knew something
about politics and motherhood
but got this one, strange being?
this one, gun toting alaskan sambo calling racist
hiding her white underbelly in the cold snow
of no--
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO.
this will not do.
please make art about this.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
3rd collage panel--intention and witness
make an intention:
spend 10 minutes tearing and taping
witness after cleaning while aj's at bb practice
witness:
make an intention: 7:54pm
enjoy this b & n (barnes & noble) moment w/my daughter
7:56 enter the silence, write what i see:
today's collage is taped as a page to the right side--inside the love letter/watch panel. i see my dad--no. write what i see--physically see with my physical eyes. i see enter here. your daughter. your son. an old man in a plaid shirt and a life jacket an dsunglasses and a baseball cap holding a fishing rod--with a boy--a grandson's age--holding a pole, the direction handle for turning the motor of a boat--they are in a boat--they are evocative of a grandfather and grand son in a boat--when i found this image and taped it down to the index cards, i found myself remembering the kayak trip--aj with steven, dad following after--crossing the bridge--watching my boy with that man--the only boating experience my father had with my son. i see the words "at any other place, the idea might never have been born." i see a sailboat--for outward bound in the lower left corner. there are at least four people in the boat--on an ocean--calm and blue with a clear sky aside from a hint of billowing cloud. i see the words: it's too big for one person to solve. it's going to take all of us, working together. the good news is, the solution already exists. i see the love bus--the bug bus i fantasize about. i see the man--the business man--the professional man, relaxing by the fire with a scotch in his hand. i see the words: your brother, your sister, your mother, your father, your husband. i see the words magical lifetime and our situation is temporary and the little line drawing of the hour glass. i see the couple holding the map outside the ruins of rome? i see the upper right hand corner the words money can't buy happiness. then the paragraph from the outward bound ad: leave the familiar behind and seek a world of adventure. outside, challenge yourself to climb mountains, run whitewater rapids or sail the open ocean. inside, go far beyond what you thought you knew about yourself, your capabilities, your dreams. set sail on one of 500 wilderness adventures--and be amazed at what you'll discover within. no experience necessary. this challenge belongs to you.
finish side 1, 8:13
drive from b&n to the school where aj's bb practice is this week
8:45 make an intention:
i witness the other side of the collage--i write what i see 'til 9pm when it's time to get AJ from practice.
i see another story. isn't it wonderful to be the only item on the agenda? then the script--recently my husband lost his job and things have been tight. rediscover your family and friends. the bottom line, start earning tomorrow. peace of mind. how do you redesign the fire most beloved family trees are like every other tree. they need water. very carefully--a new generation has arrived. the power of dreams. life. the numbers. together we can. moments, memories. this is start up do-it-yourself. follow your inner compass. welcome to your imagination.
finish: 8:51
now ask: collage--what do you want me to know?
collage: there's a story telling itself through the journey of this book that's emerging--the collage shaking things up, calling things out--stories telling themselves under the surface of things and here there are secrets? re-telling--might never have been born. women who want to make a memorable entrance. there is some bridge your dad is making--or you are attempting to make with him. there is a wall of fear--a space of reaching--a child's missing of having a dad in the world. you are grieving. give yourself some room. trust. wait. breathe. unload. let go of EVERYTHING--everything you can let go of. things are in your way--old energy, stuck ideas that do not belong to you--they are his? your genealogical ancestors'--someone else's. they have no air to breath in that you do not agree to breathe for them. there is no room for those thoughts. stop thinking them. remember--time is elastic--and elapsing. do only that you KNOW you love. live with no regret--enter here: your daughter, your son. how do you redesign the fire? my beloved, very carefully. family trees are like every other tree--they need water. a new generation has arrived.
all we can ever have: time and each other for as long as we make time...to have each other--at any other place, the idea might never have been born.
constraints defy time. take time with you.
go through life
icons and innovators
wild life
sparks my passion
it is my love
a precision
fantastic four
as beautiful and seductive
the past inspiring the future
an inspiring icon is reborn
don't simply purchase--
one acquires
offering a true sense of
well being
in soul, body and mind
recalibrate your spirit as your soul
letter perfect
the art of achievement
in the service of pioneers
and discoverers
the long road
a different take
the art
the world
the art
privileged travel
system of your dreams.
spend 10 minutes tearing and taping
witness after cleaning while aj's at bb practice
witness:
make an intention: 7:54pm
enjoy this b & n (barnes & noble) moment w/my daughter
7:56 enter the silence, write what i see:
today's collage is taped as a page to the right side--inside the love letter/watch panel. i see my dad--no. write what i see--physically see with my physical eyes. i see enter here. your daughter. your son. an old man in a plaid shirt and a life jacket an dsunglasses and a baseball cap holding a fishing rod--with a boy--a grandson's age--holding a pole, the direction handle for turning the motor of a boat--they are in a boat--they are evocative of a grandfather and grand son in a boat--when i found this image and taped it down to the index cards, i found myself remembering the kayak trip--aj with steven, dad following after--crossing the bridge--watching my boy with that man--the only boating experience my father had with my son. i see the words "at any other place, the idea might never have been born." i see a sailboat--for outward bound in the lower left corner. there are at least four people in the boat--on an ocean--calm and blue with a clear sky aside from a hint of billowing cloud. i see the words: it's too big for one person to solve. it's going to take all of us, working together. the good news is, the solution already exists. i see the love bus--the bug bus i fantasize about. i see the man--the business man--the professional man, relaxing by the fire with a scotch in his hand. i see the words: your brother, your sister, your mother, your father, your husband. i see the words magical lifetime and our situation is temporary and the little line drawing of the hour glass. i see the couple holding the map outside the ruins of rome? i see the upper right hand corner the words money can't buy happiness. then the paragraph from the outward bound ad: leave the familiar behind and seek a world of adventure. outside, challenge yourself to climb mountains, run whitewater rapids or sail the open ocean. inside, go far beyond what you thought you knew about yourself, your capabilities, your dreams. set sail on one of 500 wilderness adventures--and be amazed at what you'll discover within. no experience necessary. this challenge belongs to you.
finish side 1, 8:13
drive from b&n to the school where aj's bb practice is this week
8:45 make an intention:
i witness the other side of the collage--i write what i see 'til 9pm when it's time to get AJ from practice.
i see another story. isn't it wonderful to be the only item on the agenda? then the script--recently my husband lost his job and things have been tight. rediscover your family and friends. the bottom line, start earning tomorrow. peace of mind. how do you redesign the fire most beloved family trees are like every other tree. they need water. very carefully--a new generation has arrived. the power of dreams. life. the numbers. together we can. moments, memories. this is start up do-it-yourself. follow your inner compass. welcome to your imagination.
finish: 8:51
now ask: collage--what do you want me to know?
collage: there's a story telling itself through the journey of this book that's emerging--the collage shaking things up, calling things out--stories telling themselves under the surface of things and here there are secrets? re-telling--might never have been born. women who want to make a memorable entrance. there is some bridge your dad is making--or you are attempting to make with him. there is a wall of fear--a space of reaching--a child's missing of having a dad in the world. you are grieving. give yourself some room. trust. wait. breathe. unload. let go of EVERYTHING--everything you can let go of. things are in your way--old energy, stuck ideas that do not belong to you--they are his? your genealogical ancestors'--someone else's. they have no air to breath in that you do not agree to breathe for them. there is no room for those thoughts. stop thinking them. remember--time is elastic--and elapsing. do only that you KNOW you love. live with no regret--enter here: your daughter, your son. how do you redesign the fire? my beloved, very carefully. family trees are like every other tree--they need water. a new generation has arrived.
all we can ever have: time and each other for as long as we make time...to have each other--at any other place, the idea might never have been born.
constraints defy time. take time with you.
go through life
icons and innovators
wild life
sparks my passion
it is my love
a precision
fantastic four
as beautiful and seductive
the past inspiring the future
an inspiring icon is reborn
don't simply purchase--
one acquires
offering a true sense of
well being
in soul, body and mind
recalibrate your spirit as your soul
letter perfect
the art of achievement
in the service of pioneers
and discoverers
the long road
a different take
the art
the world
the art
privileged travel
system of your dreams.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
intention and witness
yesterday i made an agreement with my friend and colleague, jenn, to create a collage and enter it in witness and share with her what came up. we're both in the place of wanting to become professionals at this transformative arts thing--to prove to ourselves--no, not prove--experience ourselves as transformative arts professionals and this intention and witness practice, best elucidated by the woman who thought it up, pat b. allen, my mentor and author of the books art is a way of knowing and art is a spiritual practice--well, this process is a foundation of finding our professional natures--exorcising our professional demons and having some practice to observe, sustain and enter into our tranformative arts professional life.
that's a long paragraph to say, we're sharing our angst and our experience, strength and hope with one another in an effort to more fully enter the world in the way in which we want to work in it--as artists, paid for being artists and creating art in community with others. anyway, this pursuit seems linked to the project--as intention and witness is the methodology we want to use to encounter our stuff--and move through it. here's what i sent to jenn:
okay--collage and witness writing. witness writing first:
i sat down this morning, and made this intention:
my intention is to collage til 9:45am--to notice the process and anything that comes up for me about my current job/financial/art making/family situation and then to witness at 10:45 after the remote reiki which i will experience in the bath --10-10:45. (the woman we met who sold albie's stuff on e-bay called me to tell me she's now a medium, invited me over, gave me chocolates and fruit and tea and told me what my dead relatives have to say. she then offered me reiki--for which i paid her. her number is 11. her fee for mediuming is $110. her fee for remote reiki is $65. we visited with the clear understanding that there was no money--just tea and conversation--but i felt to honor the gift i needed to offer a clean exchange. she is all tied up in my moneymaking some how--or helping to get me out of my own way, somehow--sharing stories and insights and experiences--seems a pure heart offering a clear story. told me my spirit guide was named suriah--she's the main one--a kind of philosopher--anyway--this is all background--but something i wanted to tell you about because it's happening in the middle of stuff that's starting to happen and shift around money. she was making good money with found value--selling other people's things on e-bay. now, her guides tell her she's a medium. they helped her write her myspace page: http://www.myspace.com/mariahaswell).
okay--now--to witness what i made.
make an intention: i intend to enter the collage piece and write what comes to me to write til 2pm.
okay--now--to witness what i did as soon as i wrote that intention: i heard something upstairs--andi went and closed all the windows i had opened when i said to the spirits in the house "thank you for coming. i know you came to protect. now, if you are not here for my highest good, and that of my family, of my husband and children, i thank you for coming and invite you to leave." i moved through each room in the house saying more or less the same thing and inviting every energy that was not in my highest good to go--to leave--reminding it as maria instructed, that it was welcome back at any time when it was coming for my highest good. my intention, as i moved throughout the house, was to ask the energy that is in it that is causing? inspiring? me to want to leave and feel unworthy of it to exit. and to re-state, as i moved through this house, my intention to stay with my husband and in this house if that was in accordance with our highest good.
it felt good--compelling--as i moved through the house--when i was inviting things to leave.
when i sat down to write my intention, though, i heard something fall or move upstairs and i wanted to close the windows in protection? in keeping my energy in? in keeping what i fear out? in keeping...protecting...something.
anyway, then i realized i was hungry and made a little lunch. i looked at the piles of laundry and the messy kids rooms and thought about doing laundry. i went around the house to close what could be closed, comfortably, and i noticed the mess i was leaving in each and every room. i felt guilty for not going to the studio as i imagined i might with this day. and then i nearly lost the intention to witness. when the microwave warmed the food, i came back to this computer--perhaps, witness writing is best recorded by hand?
it's 1:39. i'm going to write by hand what i see and then record it and send it off to you--
it's 1:42--i had to eat my chicken and read the e-mail and syllabus i just got from john fox--for this weekend's course--
okay, 1:43--i start writing now--
1:44--i enter the witness--the book? the tripod? the clear cover covering everything--taping it all together--the pieces fashioned and torn from something else--5 purple index cards arranged as backbone/ground--with a 6th--and intention recorded & taped as flap. why is the "back" not the "front"? i notice feet layid out in the sand, 4 plane windows looking down from the clouds, thee purple substances juxtaposed against a woman's back, a man riding atop an african elephant with long ivory tusks, the phrases cut from an ad for jets--shared ownership of a plane--ripped out of the Robb Report--a luxury magazine for lifestyle subscribers--(hey? am i a copywriter?). i lift up and see the crystal trees/vases fashioned from molten sand--blown into opulence--collected by the rich--here are the words aside from mine--in a blue ribbon across the top--a headline above my MAKE AN INTENTION: SOMETIMES YOU NEED TO GO TO THE EDGE OF THE EARTH TO FIND YOUR CENTER--and then there, across the bottom: it's a choice. a choice to speed up your life. a choice to slow it down. three phrases torn in fluffy cloud shapes and pinned as anchor for the bottom of this page. i travel to the cover--the sentient great leap forward with a green agean sea resort town showing as heaven above the empty clarity that bridges the blue ocean and the rainbow promise connecting to a sandy shoreline:
A NEW LIFESTYLE BEGINS
inside the flap, it's about the trip you want to take...not the plane you have to buy--arranged over an inside view of the gears of time. revolutionary reds with my brown sharpie recording the rays of radiant energy covering--recovering--extending--reconnecting onto the center panel. (i hear the owl who hooting--and i want to go and look. it stops and starts again--teasing me back to notice the time: 1:55).
i look again--the twilight of pink sky, mauve ocean--the art of selection--my own handwriting FORGIVE, LET GO, MOVE ON--the spikes of grass--connecting stitches between it's real...and it's spectacular and new york is a personal experience. STAY DIFFERENT. CONTRAINTS DEFY TIME. a compass--a line drawing of the compass tool--and the words "implements for drawing a circle" and the seal LOVE AFFAIRS aren't just between two people--the drawing on plexi or clear glass--of the architect? the engineer? the artist? creating a new car--the WHERE FAMILIES GATHER over the blue--the you merely take care of it for the next generation emphasized with my drawing of a dot inside a coffin inside a box inside the ground--the art of passion. WEALTH, FAMILY AND PHILANTHROPY as anchor to this side of the center panel.
it's 2:00. i recommit. i make an intention to continue writing to 2:10.
i move my attention to the target i drew with the sharpie--the image ANYWARE sound. vision. soul. the dots in the triangles under the cow--the domestic cow--bos taurus--with horns. (me?) i see the phrase "you never actually own" i see my writing 505 bourne lane over the torn out: ONE LEGENDARY ADDRESS. TWO OPPORTUNITIES TO MAKE IT YOURS. i see the trio of spirals the four lines ))((. the bigger spiral at the base of the love affairs oval. i see TAKE TIME WITH YOU under six of my spirals and undulating lines waving back over to bridge back to you never actually own. i see innovator (n. one who begins something new). i see Do you have the time in script leading me up to another of my handmade sharpie spirals. i check the time on the computer. 2:05. i see too fast too soon on a white background leading back to constraints defy time--words i rearranged to suit the sentence fragment and sentiment i wanted--i see LIFESTYLE and begin your own tradition and VISIONARIES align here. i see UNITED benson udom/elizabeth over a torn tsa sticker and a knowing what counts. i see there were no breakdowns linked to the living environment--a sentiment i crafted from fragments. i see my spiral--4 lines--then ART, a butterfly torn from my sister's return address label, the stamp she used to get her card all the way to me and (i stop to count them) 68 hearts. i return my gaze to above the butterfly and read FINE SENSE OF BALANCE the art--15 ways to make a great choice.
i check the time: 2:10
i make a new intention to stay in the writing 5 more minutes
i see the grid pattern along the inside seam of the left side of the center panel. i notice wht i almost forgot to record: now daily nonstop to beijing & shanghai china--visit united.com/chinatravel to book today. united. untited airlines, inc. all right reserved. finding holiday peace with the family.
i move my attention to the third panel with three watches, a love letter from president eisenhower handwritten on allied force headquarters office of the commander in chief stationery. i read the quite they pulled out that inspired me to tear it from the magazine and float it on the page:
"i want--always to do my duty to the extreme limit of my ability"
i flip the pane lover--the sum of the parts of time--the tiny record of each piece in one of the exquisite watches--separated from the whole and recorded as individual pieces--each with the space around it its size requires while still allowing a collective of others to share its line. there are, as there always are, fewer big things at the top--lots of little things at the bottom--my script; all we can ever have forever? time and each other for as long as we make time...to have each other.
witness finished recording: 2:18
my intention: to type in this witness and send it off to jenn by 2:40--when i will get in the car to pick up zoey (on time).
time sent: 2:40.
that's a long paragraph to say, we're sharing our angst and our experience, strength and hope with one another in an effort to more fully enter the world in the way in which we want to work in it--as artists, paid for being artists and creating art in community with others. anyway, this pursuit seems linked to the project--as intention and witness is the methodology we want to use to encounter our stuff--and move through it. here's what i sent to jenn:
okay--collage and witness writing. witness writing first:
i sat down this morning, and made this intention:
my intention is to collage til 9:45am--to notice the process and anything that comes up for me about my current job/financial/art making/family situation and then to witness at 10:45 after the remote reiki which i will experience in the bath --10-10:45. (the woman we met who sold albie's stuff on e-bay called me to tell me she's now a medium, invited me over, gave me chocolates and fruit and tea and told me what my dead relatives have to say. she then offered me reiki--for which i paid her. her number is 11. her fee for mediuming is $110. her fee for remote reiki is $65. we visited with the clear understanding that there was no money--just tea and conversation--but i felt to honor the gift i needed to offer a clean exchange. she is all tied up in my moneymaking some how--or helping to get me out of my own way, somehow--sharing stories and insights and experiences--seems a pure heart offering a clear story. told me my spirit guide was named suriah--she's the main one--a kind of philosopher--anyway--this is all background--but something i wanted to tell you about because it's happening in the middle of stuff that's starting to happen and shift around money. she was making good money with found value--selling other people's things on e-bay. now, her guides tell her she's a medium. they helped her write her myspace page: http://www.myspace.com/mariahaswell).
okay--now--to witness what i made.
make an intention: i intend to enter the collage piece and write what comes to me to write til 2pm.
okay--now--to witness what i did as soon as i wrote that intention: i heard something upstairs--andi went and closed all the windows i had opened when i said to the spirits in the house "thank you for coming. i know you came to protect. now, if you are not here for my highest good, and that of my family, of my husband and children, i thank you for coming and invite you to leave." i moved through each room in the house saying more or less the same thing and inviting every energy that was not in my highest good to go--to leave--reminding it as maria instructed, that it was welcome back at any time when it was coming for my highest good. my intention, as i moved throughout the house, was to ask the energy that is in it that is causing? inspiring? me to want to leave and feel unworthy of it to exit. and to re-state, as i moved through this house, my intention to stay with my husband and in this house if that was in accordance with our highest good.
it felt good--compelling--as i moved through the house--when i was inviting things to leave.
when i sat down to write my intention, though, i heard something fall or move upstairs and i wanted to close the windows in protection? in keeping my energy in? in keeping what i fear out? in keeping...protecting...something.
anyway, then i realized i was hungry and made a little lunch. i looked at the piles of laundry and the messy kids rooms and thought about doing laundry. i went around the house to close what could be closed, comfortably, and i noticed the mess i was leaving in each and every room. i felt guilty for not going to the studio as i imagined i might with this day. and then i nearly lost the intention to witness. when the microwave warmed the food, i came back to this computer--perhaps, witness writing is best recorded by hand?
it's 1:39. i'm going to write by hand what i see and then record it and send it off to you--
it's 1:42--i had to eat my chicken and read the e-mail and syllabus i just got from john fox--for this weekend's course--
okay, 1:43--i start writing now--
1:44--i enter the witness--the book? the tripod? the clear cover covering everything--taping it all together--the pieces fashioned and torn from something else--5 purple index cards arranged as backbone/ground--with a 6th--and intention recorded & taped as flap. why is the "back" not the "front"? i notice feet layid out in the sand, 4 plane windows looking down from the clouds, thee purple substances juxtaposed against a woman's back, a man riding atop an african elephant with long ivory tusks, the phrases cut from an ad for jets--shared ownership of a plane--ripped out of the Robb Report--a luxury magazine for lifestyle subscribers--(hey? am i a copywriter?). i lift up and see the crystal trees/vases fashioned from molten sand--blown into opulence--collected by the rich--here are the words aside from mine--in a blue ribbon across the top--a headline above my MAKE AN INTENTION: SOMETIMES YOU NEED TO GO TO THE EDGE OF THE EARTH TO FIND YOUR CENTER--and then there, across the bottom: it's a choice. a choice to speed up your life. a choice to slow it down. three phrases torn in fluffy cloud shapes and pinned as anchor for the bottom of this page. i travel to the cover--the sentient great leap forward with a green agean sea resort town showing as heaven above the empty clarity that bridges the blue ocean and the rainbow promise connecting to a sandy shoreline:
A NEW LIFESTYLE BEGINS
inside the flap, it's about the trip you want to take...not the plane you have to buy--arranged over an inside view of the gears of time. revolutionary reds with my brown sharpie recording the rays of radiant energy covering--recovering--extending--reconnecting onto the center panel. (i hear the owl who hooting--and i want to go and look. it stops and starts again--teasing me back to notice the time: 1:55).
i look again--the twilight of pink sky, mauve ocean--the art of selection--my own handwriting FORGIVE, LET GO, MOVE ON--the spikes of grass--connecting stitches between it's real...and it's spectacular and new york is a personal experience. STAY DIFFERENT. CONTRAINTS DEFY TIME. a compass--a line drawing of the compass tool--and the words "implements for drawing a circle" and the seal LOVE AFFAIRS aren't just between two people--the drawing on plexi or clear glass--of the architect? the engineer? the artist? creating a new car--the WHERE FAMILIES GATHER over the blue--the you merely take care of it for the next generation emphasized with my drawing of a dot inside a coffin inside a box inside the ground--the art of passion. WEALTH, FAMILY AND PHILANTHROPY as anchor to this side of the center panel.
it's 2:00. i recommit. i make an intention to continue writing to 2:10.
i move my attention to the target i drew with the sharpie--the image ANYWARE sound. vision. soul. the dots in the triangles under the cow--the domestic cow--bos taurus--with horns. (me?) i see the phrase "you never actually own" i see my writing 505 bourne lane over the torn out: ONE LEGENDARY ADDRESS. TWO OPPORTUNITIES TO MAKE IT YOURS. i see the trio of spirals the four lines ))((. the bigger spiral at the base of the love affairs oval. i see TAKE TIME WITH YOU under six of my spirals and undulating lines waving back over to bridge back to you never actually own. i see innovator (n. one who begins something new). i see Do you have the time in script leading me up to another of my handmade sharpie spirals. i check the time on the computer. 2:05. i see too fast too soon on a white background leading back to constraints defy time--words i rearranged to suit the sentence fragment and sentiment i wanted--i see LIFESTYLE and begin your own tradition and VISIONARIES align here. i see UNITED benson udom/elizabeth over a torn tsa sticker and a knowing what counts. i see there were no breakdowns linked to the living environment--a sentiment i crafted from fragments. i see my spiral--4 lines--then ART, a butterfly torn from my sister's return address label, the stamp she used to get her card all the way to me and (i stop to count them) 68 hearts. i return my gaze to above the butterfly and read FINE SENSE OF BALANCE the art--15 ways to make a great choice.
i check the time: 2:10
i make a new intention to stay in the writing 5 more minutes
i see the grid pattern along the inside seam of the left side of the center panel. i notice wht i almost forgot to record: now daily nonstop to beijing & shanghai china--visit united.com/chinatravel to book today. united. untited airlines, inc. all right reserved. finding holiday peace with the family.
i move my attention to the third panel with three watches, a love letter from president eisenhower handwritten on allied force headquarters office of the commander in chief stationery. i read the quite they pulled out that inspired me to tear it from the magazine and float it on the page:
"i want--always to do my duty to the extreme limit of my ability"
i flip the pane lover--the sum of the parts of time--the tiny record of each piece in one of the exquisite watches--separated from the whole and recorded as individual pieces--each with the space around it its size requires while still allowing a collective of others to share its line. there are, as there always are, fewer big things at the top--lots of little things at the bottom--my script; all we can ever have forever? time and each other for as long as we make time...to have each other.
witness finished recording: 2:18
my intention: to type in this witness and send it off to jenn by 2:40--when i will get in the car to pick up zoey (on time).
time sent: 2:40.
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