Sharing

Free Now (at night) by Jess Puglisi

Thank you friends who have shared your beautiful words and images with me this week...its amazing to be adorned with your gifts. I am honored and encouraged by your interest and enthusiasm in my art.

I often look skyward too.

To the clouds when they are there.

To the pure colors of the air when they are not.

To experience the ever-changing nature heavenward.

The sky does not remain still.

Not even one fragment of a second.

Even in its quieter moments, turmoil.

It is always on the move.

And to the river.

There is never the same river.

Moment to moment it renews.

Every particle, branch, wave, current.

Sometimes flowing up.

Sometimes down.

Sometimes stalled.

Choked with ice chunks.

Often serene, so still, glass-like.

Reflective of the sky especially at sunset.

It catches fire around twilight even in winter.

Earth, river and sky too all ember-lit.

Like hearts.

Yours, mine, all of ours.

Churning, burning, icy, reflective.

Always on the move.

And its ships.

Silly, colorful, laden, determined.

Gliding up, sliding back down.

Heading to all kinds of places in the world.

Like my dreams.

Effortlessly hard at work.

Chugging along.

Horizon-bound.

I enjoy my daily doses of you.

Thank You For The Sky-Peter Barton 11/3/09

Fate

Mongolian Shaman Tent

Free Now

"...no experience has been too unimportant, and the smallest event unfolds like a fate, and fate itself is like a wonderful, wide fabric in which every thread is guided by an infinitely tender hand and supported by a hundred others."-Rilke

I tend to think of life as both a scavenger/treasure hunt...where you run and find a clue then run to the next, I also imagine that we are a giant puzzle, and we don't know what our picture is. We go about trying out pieces, and slowly putting our lives together. As we go along we realize that something from the past now fits, and we make progress and put that piece in its place, we also realize that our puzzle is only part of the larger puzzle, of life, and that we are all connected to the same game. Our ancestors contributed their pieces that lay the ground for ours....so, I guess "knowing" what we are going to be forever is the same as being stuck, completely faithless....because every day presents another piece or clue to our game. The "Unknowing" is our challenge, but it is also the fun and the space to find the next clue and adventure. Personal fate that I am tremendously excited about is a similarity between my most recent works, ( Free Now and Shrine of Summers Shells) and their connection to Mongolian Shamanic Shrines (ovoo's). A good friend recently suggested I see the movie, "The Horse Boy" because she felt their was a similarity between my sculpture and the shamans in the movie. I am so grateful to her, for being so attentive to my sculpture and so considerate to pass this recommendation on to me. The movie was incredibly moving and inspiring, for many reasons and I highly recommend it!

I am soooo excited about this connection.....where am I going next?

Mongolian Ovoo

Artfullness....

A beautiful view while apple picking with Sunny

Right now I am not physically in the process of making art every day. Meaning, physically going in to a studio and painting or sculpting, whatever. I don't have a studio, and I don't have the time or means at the moment. Hopefully not for long though, actually definitely not for long!

However I am still practicing my art, just differently. I am reading, writing, meditating each morning. I am walking, I am seeing, I am listening, I am feeling and I thought that I would begin to share some of this side of my art with you, sometimes; like today.

Things aren't so tangible and sayable as people would usually have us to believe; most experiances are unsayable, they happen in a space that no word has entered, and more unsayable than other things are works of art, thise mysterious existences, whose life endures beside our own small, transitory life. -Rilke

Sunny exploring a castle of rustling leaves

Our inspiration comes as a surprise to us.
Following them our lives are fresh and unpredictable.-Agnes Martin