Now that I have been opened…

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…Now that I have been opened
I can never be closed again.
The reflection of the sun on the waves
is a shining path to the horizon
a dazzling lucent shuttle
of unknowable complexity.
A cloud over the sun
momentary camera obscura.
And as I move towards resolution
the world abandons its detail
in a theatre at once dark & light
where life is a kind of joyous shade
a shadow over the sun
a dark radiance.

From A Radiant Inventory by Christopher Dewdney

 

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I need art right now…

 

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I know I need art right now. More than I ever have in my whole life. I need art to cut through the noise. …I need it to paint new worlds that help me understand this one.

Courtney E. Martin

Resonances…

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Watery abstract of the Mississippi River, Almonte, Ontario

People say that what we’re all seeking is a meaning for life. I don’t think that’s what we’re really seeking.

I think that what we’re seeking is an experience of being alive, so that our life experiences on the purely physical plane will have resonances with our own innermost being and reality, so that we actually feel the rapture of being alive.

Joseph Campbell

A life of their own…

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For years upon years upon years,

I dreamed the days away.

As I stared out the window of my speeding train,

the images of my life rushed by in a bright stream,

pulsing, flowing, exploding with colour and light

never stopping really,

ever.

 

There were always words there too, in my mind,

but they fluttered in and out,

trying so hard to make me believe them.

I couldn’t love them enough, though,

to give them a life of their own.

Until now.

Boatyard abstracts

With abstract art I can create in the moment. No preconceived ideas. I just put some color on the canvas and keep going.

Peggy Guichu

Hanging around the boatyard last year while we were getting Windsong II ready to launch, I practised “fresh seeing” — or seeing in a new way, as I’ve been striving to do.

I started to look more carefully at what I had ignored before — the peeling, chipping paint and barnacles on the old boat hulls and noticed a wealth of detail that I had overlooked before.

Most people ooh and aah over boats when they are shiny and clean and pristine. But I was captivated by the imperfections — the marks left by time and use and history. The colour and lines and shapes spoke to me as art.

I imagined that an abstract artist had paid a visit to the boatyard and left her mark — the hulls being her canvas.

I made several photographs of pieces of these beautiful hulls, and even framed and mounted one I loved for my dining room.

What is it that draws me to abstracts — both in art and photography? “No preconceived ideas” sums it up nicely. Freedom. There is nothing that I have to think of them based on what they are supposed to represent — I am free to respond and feel whatever comes up. They may or may not remind me of anything familiar — mostly not. I don’t have to rationalize or explain. I just am in the moment with them.

So this year I was eager to return to the same boatyard this year and see what was new. I wasn’t disappointed.

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boat hull 3

August break, Day 20

 

I seem to be especially drawn to abstract photography this month. I noticed the lovely colour and patterns left on the parchment paper after cooking supper.

I call them “Cooking Pattern 1, 2 and 3.”

Still further proof that beauty lies in unexpected places…

Can you guess what I was cooking?