PRAYERS FOR THE DYING
These works are dedicated to my brother, Glenn.
These works are dedicated to my brother, Glenn.
I needed to do these pieces as "prayers". They speak better to me than words. I had these wonderful casts of hands, and also tiles imprinted with words and letters..........words, syllables, sentences are what we create the stories of our lives with. Before the words, the feelings, the belonging, the response, the one who experiences. Perhaps dying is shattering those "vessels" of words and ideas and constructs that have created the personae we have come to inhabit. Terra cotta pottery shards imprinted with words seemed like a perfect medium. Perhaps, leaving the words and vessels behind, at last, we fly.
Returning 2009
"Form is empty, emptiness is form.
Likewise, sensation, discrimination,
conditioning, and awareness are empty.
In this way, Shariputra, all things are emptiness;
they are without defining characteristics;
they are not born, they do not cease"
Likewise, sensation, discrimination,
conditioning, and awareness are empty.
In this way, Shariputra, all things are emptiness;
they are without defining characteristics;
they are not born, they do not cease"
THE HEART SUTRA
Somewhere within the "hoop" of who we are, within the space between the child and the old man the beginning place and the ending place.........in the center is the heart. I think above all that is where our "soul making" has gone on.
Reliquary
This Reliquary has two potent symbols of transformation - a feather left behind from the flight of a Phoenix, and the skin of a snake.
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Dream Weaver 2009
.Of life's Spring
may we drink deep
and awake to dream
and die to sleep
and dreaming
weave another form
a shining thread
of life reborn
~~Starhawk
"The Weaver Song" from the Spiral Dance
may we drink deep
and awake to dream
and die to sleep
and dreaming
weave another form
a shining thread
of life reborn
~~Starhawk
"The Weaver Song" from the Spiral Dance