day 7

29 faces



i love the sound of a  flute and even more, i love to hear a shakuhachi

bamboo flute.   you would recognize the haunting tune in japanese music

as that  from a  shakuhachi.   from the 6th century the instrument was used

predominantly by komuso zen monks who wore a woven basket

over their head to represent the absences of ego.

komuso monk in a contemporary parade



today i painted a version of a flute player after a picasso

over the echo of music and drums from a
distant village

the single clear tone of a shakuhachi brings a
flood of tears

startling me from a deep, melancholy dream.

ikkyu, 13th century zen buddhist monk

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this weekend i am looking forward to attending a two day workshop

with two icons of the art journaling world,

seth apter and orly avineri.  here is how the workshop was described.


We can all be found somewhere on that same dirt road, kicking up dust, gradually revealing, feverishly working toward finding new ways to form and mature. We build substrates from which we obtain our creative nourishment and the courage to inscribe our visual stories...constantly seeking where everything outside of us ends and where we begin.  


how could i resist this?  plus i will be meeting up with

old and new art pals.


wishing you a lovely weekend




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