In this drawing I attempt to use the Haiku by Poet and Writer Wendell Berry to completely cover the paper and leave nothing out. I contemplate these words and wonder what would our lives be like if we did our work like the snow?....
Tuesday, February 18, 2020
Wednesday, February 05, 2020
To Remember
Inspired by a recent post from friend/artist/blogger Dori Stuffer I created a drawing to honor her love and dedication to animals in need.
They find their way to her, large and small, winged and furred, and live out their lives in a small sanctuary in Bavaria Germany.
In 2013 I blogged about my visit with Dori in Germany and have remembered many of the animals some of which have passed away very recently.
As an artist I deeply connect to memories and events through art, sometimes symbolically or figuratively, the lines and paint are a conduit to the soul's expression.
Here my friend is shown with some animal companions that have died. An alpaca, white dog and chickens, a black sheep and cat all huddle around their caretaker while a sheep walks toward them. He is a red ram and is only partially drawn for he has only died a few days ago.
He was called Pauli and had a big personality. I'm sure his absence will be felt for a long time to come.
He was called Pauli and had a big personality. I'm sure his absence will be felt for a long time to come.
I go among trees.
Thinking of the words of Wendall Berry on a recent winter walk.
I go among trees and sit still.
All my stirring becomes quiet around me
like circles on water.
My tasks lie in their places where I left them
asleep like cattle.
Then what is afraid of me comes
and lives a while in my sight.
What it fears in me leaves me
and the fear of me leaves it.
It sings and I hear its song.
Than what I am afraid of comes.
I live for a while in its sight.
What I fear in it leaves it
and the fear of it leaves me.
It sings and I hear its song.
By: Wendell Berry
All my stirring becomes quiet around me
like circles on water.
My tasks lie in their places where I left them
asleep like cattle.
Then what is afraid of me comes
and lives a while in my sight.
What it fears in me leaves me
and the fear of me leaves it.
It sings and I hear its song.
Than what I am afraid of comes.
I live for a while in its sight.
What I fear in it leaves it
and the fear of it leaves me.
It sings and I hear its song.
By: Wendell Berry
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