We strive to make 

what wants to be made. 

We open ourselves to inspiration 

and as we do, we are led.

JULIA CAMERON

street art by Vidar

je me demande :

le vacarme fondera-t-il avec la neige ?

le confort retrouvé au soleil ?

l'espoir pousse-t-il comme une mauvaise herbe ?

yeux fermés

souhait soufflé

sur un pissenlit. 

La poésie dévoile, dans toute la force du terme. Elle montre nues, sous une lumière qui secoue la torpeur, les choses surprenantes qui nous environnent et que nos sens enregistraient machinalement...

JEAN COCTEAU, 1922

..... -----

    « Ay ! Pouvez-vous m'aidez ?

            -- M'aidez-maydé-mayday, gazouille le corbeau à la fenêtre du deuxième étage.
            -- Je réponds...  »

may flowers

                                                                                                                                                         mandala v

upside down

Upside down. That's how Garry felt. Since hooking up with Susan he couldn't make sense of simple . It wasn't anything Garry could put his finger on. Susan cha-cha'd to his cheek-to-cheek, it seemed. Toes were stepped on regularly, words tossed up and lost in the whirl wind. And the worse of it was that he blamed himself for not knowing the cha-cha. He had a deep affection for sweet Susan, but the whole affair had left his reality standing on its head. Garry was moving further away from himself with each and every dance.

moon flow

mandala iv

...how are you responding to today's new snow?

street art

                Surely all art is 

the result of one's having been in 

    danger, 

          of having gone through an experience 

all the way to the end, 

               where no-one can go any         

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RAINER MARIA RILKE

An artist's P.O.V.

Canada's best spoken word artist (in this girl's opinion), C.R. Avery tells it like it is on the subject of Nature - and our people - vs. Big Government.

Nature & the Artist

Does the artist intrinsically understand his place in nature, his part in the creative journey that rises from the soil, that breathes life through its shoots, that always gives back? Annie and I made the best of yet another prairie winter day (yes, it IS April) and hiked the Cedar Bog trail this weekend.

I was struck by this question as we passed through woods filled with bird houses avec feed, a fir tree someone had decorated at Christmas time, and lovely works of art hanging on tree trunks.

 

Maybe it's a mutual respect. Maybe it's about assuring each other strong, healthy roots.  Maybe it's about the way the tree and I both lean toward the midday sun with a smile, thanking our creator for making creators of all of us.

Through the eyes of a child...

Every year, the WAG (Winnipeg Art Gallery) presents children's art in Gallery 5. It's the one exhibit I try not to miss, because who else can ImagIne as well as a child or create from a more honest place?

Picasso said it well, I think: 

Every child is an artist.

The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.

through the eyes of a child, WAG 2013

He who knows others is wise; 

he who knows himself is enlightened.

LAO-TZU