This blog never built up the steam like my older one, so please visit and like my old and thriving blog at Charleston Through An Artist’s Eye. And also my artist page on facebook, which is public.
John O’Donohue, in his book, Beauty, The Invisible Embrace, calls ocean ‘wild divinity’. Water, he writes, stirs something very deep and ancient in the human heart.
But there is so much more to ocean. “It is beauty charged with danger.” He continues, yet even in its wildest passion, the ocean still holds dignity, it maintains poise. However and wherever it throws itself, it never falls outside of itself… it is always within the shelter of the one rhythm.”
Hope whispers in these waves. The tide always returns.
“Intimacy, says the phenomenologist Gaston Bachelard, is the highest value. I resist this statement at first. What about artistic achievement, or moral courage, or heroism, or altruistic acts, or work in the cause of social change? What about wealth or accomplishment? And yet something about it rings true, finally—that what we want is to be brought into relationship, to be inside, within. Perhaps it’s true that nothing matters more to us than that.”
— Mark Doty (Still Life With Oysters and Lemon: On Objects and Intimacy)
This 18 minute video is one of my favorites. Elizabeth Gilbert wrote Eat Pray Love, which I finally read last summer. I found the book to be a delightfully passionate and honest one, and so full of meaty research. But mostly I was taken by her sheer skill as a creative writer. This is about our creative muse…….
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me),
It’s always ourselves we find in the sea.
We’re so engaged in doing things to achieve purposes of outer value that we forget the inner value, the rapture that is associated with being alive, is what it is all about. – Joseph Campbell
Nobody sees a flower – really – it is so small it takes time – we haven’t time – and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time. – Georgia O’Keeffe
Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate
And though I oft have passed them by
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.
— J.R.R. Tolkien
Everything round invites a caress. – French poet, philosopher, Gaston Bachelard