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Friday, January 4, 2013

What if...


"Wizards" drawn on weave silk interactive, generative software



What if my art, making art, being in my studio, with, present to myself, present to my Self, present to the Creative Life Force is not about making money or gaining recognition at all.  What if it is about doing my soul-work?  What if it is literally, physically about saving my life?

Thursday, April 5, 2012

"ambiance of salt and sorrow"

photo courtesy of Creative Commons by AloneAlbatross via Flickr, some rights reserved.



there is nothing    more
than this:

a peptide
an impulse

an ambiance of salt
---and sorrow    after

the dying

three
a trinity
a tripod of days

Thursday, March 1, 2012

"lust in my mouth"






sweet scent
lend me a moment

dangle
 
purple lust
in my mouth

a breath 

my nostrils flare
and      quiver

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

"i am not alone in this"




a telling bell
from                 another realm

half-wakes me
(i am not alone
in this)

a slug—i stumble
answering the call

then the light
—a dim remembering

~          ~          ~

now
the sun
the ground
a niche

berries—a cadmium flash
—mob
the sky

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Would you dance a jig in the aisle?


           

What if I gave you permission to dance a jig in the grocery store aisle or go outside your office building and set up a howl?  Would you do it? 
            Of course not, you say.  I'm not crazy.  I know how to behave in public.
            See?  That's my point.  Our society has conditioned us to be quiet and still in our cubicles at work, in our desks at school, in lines at the grocery store, in our pews at church, and at the dinner table.  We call it "minding our manners."  We are taught to keep our eyes front and our mouths shut. 
            Venues for self-expression are limited to the chosen.  Choir members and celebrities have permission to sing and dance.  Authorities with recognized credentials are given platforms by the media and the publishing industry.  Socially acceptable movement is formalized and repetitive.  Working out with weights at the gym; practicing certain stylized, choreographed forms like Yoga, Tai Chi, or aerobics; participating in athletic training; and playing sports are our choices.   But the average human's need to spontaneously self-express is repressed.  You just proved it.
            Consequently, as a culture, we are rigid and angry (or depressed).  We have manifested phenomena like drive-by-shootings and road-rage, and we have become an obscenely obese population dependent on alcohol, caffeine, nicotine, anti-depressants, and sleep aids.
            I can't dance or sing, you say.  There's the problem:  you think it's about ability.  It's not.  You came into this world not only knowing how to move and sound, but doing it all the time, naturally. 
            While I affirm the necessity to teach self-control, and develop the critical thinking skills it takes to judge appropriate from inappropriate social behavior, I denounce the necessity for the rigid, industrialized, robotic, oppressive nature of the methods by which these behaviors are taught.  In fact, I hold the barriers of socially appropriate behavior in question as borderline cruelty.
            What you need to know is this:  the body carries a cellular memory of every experience you've ever had, and somatic stagnation or holding feeds disease and breeds unhappiness.  To dance and sing or writhe and groan however your body desires is your divine birthright and the kinesthetic key to your body's ability to self-heal. 
            In my work, I challenge individuals to move and sound through cultural barriers that stagnate and repress, and to transmute the term "socially appropriate behavior" into something more like "bio-dynamic, spiritual well-being."  I encourage increasing somatic awareness through movement, sounding, Healing Touch, bodywork, and breath-work. 
            I offer you the permission here to reconnect with your body, to allow it to move spontaneously in its own unique, biodynamic, rhythmic wisdom and watch what happens.  Blocked energy will move.  Holding patterns will release.  Your bio-field will expand.  Ultimately, the spontaneous fluidity you cultivate will enable your body's innate ability and voila!  Healing happens.


Sunday, August 21, 2011

"There's nothing else in Twin Sisters except a dancehalle and more land, but that's the point."


"House in Kendalia" Acrylic on Board, Buzz Heye
















It's 100 degrees.  Two AC wall units hum. I'm sitting in a rocking chair on a cement floor inside a tin building that used to be a storage facility that has morphed into a local gallery, The Bulverde Area Art Center.  Across the drive from the gallery is Mike's in the Village, a great destination, fine-dining experience with a rich, New Orleans fare.  It's located inside a 100 year old structure  that used to be a nine pin bowling alley. 

At four PM, it's so quiet, I can almost hear the old Germans who settled this area whooping "Strike!" across the landscape.  There are six vehicles in the parking lot: one of them is mine and the other five belong to Mike's employees.  Before I close the gallery at eight, six or so folks, three couples who've dined at Mikes, will stroll through, toothpicks in hand, nodding and pointing at the art.  They won't buy anything.  But they should. 

This show of local talent celebrates the 175th anniversary of Texas' independence from Mexico, so of course, it features some of Texas' most cliche scenes and images, including the capitol and a longhorn. The featured artist is retired architect, Buzz Heye . His piece titled "House in Kendalia" is my pick for best of show. Of course, Kendalia, an even more rural community than Bulverde located about 15 miles north of here, is one of my favorite spots on earth. I want to live there when I grow up. They don't have stores in Kendalia (well one very small ice house privately owned), especially not Walmart, which I've heard through the grapevine is about to build in Bulverde.  

Karl Vaught has captured a near photo-realistic image of the popular "Arneson River Theatre" located in San Antonio on the river walk.  While the Arneson Theatre is well-known and often visited by tourists, Robert W. Pettigrew's nostalgic oil on canvas painting of "Twin Sisters," another, even smaller community a few miles further north, depicts the elbow room and pastoral charm of the Hill Country landscape that Texans love.  The area is named for the two small hills in the painting.  There's nothing  else in Twin Sisters except a dancehalle and more land, but that's the point.



Next door to and inside the same building with Mike's is The Bulverde Emporium, a consignment antique shop. I'll let you know there's a spot open for lease in the shop just in case you're interested in doing business.  Besides the gallery, Mike's, The Emporium, a privately owned ice house, a post office, a couple of small business park strip centers, a courthouse, and a private air strip there's not much going on here in downtown Bulverde.  

Now if you go out onto Hwy. 281 at the intersection of Hwy. 46 about five miles from here, you'll see the world you know closing in on this sleepy German settlement:  Home Depot, a Super HEB (grocery), Chevron & Exxon gas stations, banks, schools, and soon, a Walmart.  


Progress.   It makes me sad.  And, I'm glad I no longer have to drive the twenty miles back to "town" (San Antonio) I used to have to drive for groceries.

You may be able to tell my age by my sentiment.  Good.  If you share any of it and you feel drawn to a simpler time, a slower paced culture, you can find a taste of it here.  The paintings are like a dream within a dream, the primary dream being the historical property and quaint setting in which they find themselves hanging.  


Bring a date.  Come see the art.  Dine at Mike's. Invite yourself to leave your i-phone at home & step back in time for a while.

"Arneson River Theatre" Oil on canvas, Karl M. Vaught



Entrances to Mike's in the Village & Bulverde Emporium


Emporium window panes


Adjacent landscape


Gallery exterior with antique tools


Gallery exterior


Gallery tin ceiling


Gallery rocking chairs

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"Twin Sisters"  Oil on Canvas, Robert W. Pettigrew


Thursday, August 18, 2011

blip of grace




  

photo courtesy of Creative Commons by AloneAlbatross via Flickr, some rights reserved
           

after Martha K. Grant

contentment stands
in the corner

her arms crossed
like a school marm
watching me squirm

—used to this kind of
tantrum she is completely

unmoved


this switch       has flipped &
i'm in the dark       again

my hands     i've run
along each familiar wall:

you shouldn't have done that
say you're sorry
maybe if i get some sleep

perhaps a bit of dark chocolate
i should go for a run

but no

i still can't see a thing

is anybody there
no response

anybody? 
nothing

i pace     bent slightly
at the waist    my arms

— probes groping the air      my eyes
—radar sweeping the screen

for a blip of grace      my soul

—a sonar

ping