|Beware of Low Hanging Prayer Flags|
|36"x36" each that's big for me! and they quite accidentally go together!|
To make a familiar story short, sometimes you need to come to the edge of jumping into the brink to realize you want to stay where you are. You start to really appreciate what you will soon lose: the grocery store clerk who says she hasn't seen you in a while, the stunning drive into town, the people that wave at you on your way by, the neighbours who organize the most idyllic summer evening of "boules". Suddenly you feel affection and amusement at the characters who used to seem, well, annoying. It strikes you as odd and you feel a lightness of being. You have the strange sensation of feeling at home in a place where you always had a back-up plan. You wonder if someone is putting something in the water.
Blowing a hole in the old story and watching the wind whistle through frees up new energy. Energy to build can replace the inertia of doubt. And so it's in progress, the building of a new studio. Maybe it's just a story whose time has come. I don't know.
|24"x24" Used To Be A Buddha|
The new roof is on in time to keep out the fall rains and it's fun to watch the wizardry of the old becoming new. It's always like that, the old becoming new, the new becoming old. Nothing stays the same for long. Doubt transforms into energy, energy into new things. And of course the stories, rising and falling with the movement of the mind. If only we can remember to hold them up and see them for what they are, strands of shadow and light illuminated by the movement of the mind.