^ Part four of (probably) five in a tiny illustrated story.
Today: unconcerned by Internet #fluffernutter or contributing same.
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I am not there any longer. I am not getting-there any more.
I am here; Now/Here. It is where I am. Seeing.
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Today: bit by spider, all over the place (!) while sleeping; upper lip is like I have just returned from the dentist. Loaded up on water and antihistamines and biked to a tea shop and walked the dog before it got hot.
Looks like I’ll live to see Art In The Park. I’m booth 583 with loads of cards, prints and new matted originals, fully coloured from my #tourdesketch Windsor book. If you are local to Windsor ON, come say hello.
Today; interesting the unintended notes to future-self one may find in ones earlier book marginalia. The book? Frederick Franck’s classic, The Zen of Seeing/Drawing. The ‘thing’ identified as, from earliest memory is an Artist.
Who is an artist if not one who truly sees their subject, becoming, as Franck would have it, in the moments of making that art becoming one with the subject, observing and recording its essence, serving it/them/etc and not self. World don’t need another self-serving Artist. Truth?
Conversations over coffee on being real, on being human, on following the primitive/primal and essential motivators, in short, on Being; grateful for that present moment/wonderful moment.
This statement by life-long peace activist, author and gentle soul, Jim Forest aligns so well with a concept of artist, writer, peace maker Frederick Franck coined “seeing-drawing”; to draw something whether human, animal, inanimate, anything, one sees it, observes it deeply capturing its essence such that in some sense one becomes, in that moment, one with the other – indeed, briefly there is no other.