Work and family responsibilities are keeping me away from good studio time, so tonight I am just posting one of my morning charcoal abstracts that look like something promising.
This image emerged from the paper as I worked the charcoal and chalk into and out of the paper. In time it resembled something I have never been able to depict through deliberate attempts: light and shadow in a forest – perhaps moonlight shining through a dense bamboo forest?
In the deep bamboo forest I sit alone. Loudly I sing and tune my lute. The forest is so thick that no one knows about it. Only the bright moon comes to shine on me. Chinese poet Wang Wei, quoted in: Creativity and Taoism, by Chung-yuan Chang
I keep circling back, in moments of the workday, to try and remain in touch with that hidden creative center.
...the first obligation imposed on the poet is to consent to be brought back to the hidden place near the center of the soul, where this totality exists in the state of a creative source. Jacques Maritan, quoted in: Creativity and Taoism, by Chung-yuan Chang
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