SILENCE and yet there are plenty of sounds, the traffic passing, a collared dove cooing, someone moving around in the church room below. But it is a quiet place where the busyness can stop. I can write, listen, read and think. The writing is a way in, it leads me. My hand keeps going, tapping into the stream, definitely moving, following the voice. No need to find the voice, it’s there waiting to write.
SILENCE: INTERRUPTED ACTION – STANDING STILL – STEPPING BACKWARDS
LISTEN AND BE LEAD
I sketch the Eagle again.
‘ART AND FEAR’ by D. Bayles and T. Orland, they provide comfort and reassurance in the face of the shaky approach to making:
‘Making art now means working in the face of uncertainty; it means living with doubt and contradiction, doing something no one much cares whether you do and for which there may be neither audience nor reward.’
‘To you, and you alone, what matters is the process – the experience of shaping the artwork. The viewers’ concerns are not your concerns’
‘…even the failed pieces are essential.’
‘…vision is always ahead of execution, knowledge of materials is your contact with reality, and uncertainty is a virtue.’
I eat an apple. Take a photo of the choir cushion covered in William Morris material, a Lily theme I think or…
Time to go and gather some stones. And some leaves. Look for a grinder.
