The inspiration to draw or paint pretty much left me in 1990 during the time of the First Gulf War That was after a highly productive 10 years of steady drawing and painting. In 2014, I was inspired to post the mandalas made by my mother when she was just a little bit older than I was in 2014. She had been inspired by Carl Jung's mandala practice. Something moved me to begin a similar practice in September 2014. My mother stopped creating mandalas in July 1991, after having completed 21 of them. For the rest of her life, she continued to use her extraordinary creative energy for complex pattern knitting. Earlier in her life her creative energy went into writing short stories and poetry. In 1966, she permanently stopped writing and took a watercolor class, followed by classes in silk-screening, Japanese brush painting, batik, drawing, stained glass and pattern knitting, all of which she excelled in. She died in December 1994. Yesterday would have been her 102nd birthday.
If you would like to see her mandalas and some of her pattern knitting, they are here:
Just watched your mandala film. I noted the dedication to Blake: it is good that people continue to express things that can't be put into words. Jung keeps popping up in my life this week. First, in the comments to the latest post on my blog (thank you for listening -and for your comments!) - the things that have been said so far seemed infused with a sense of the collective unconscious. Then, I read something about Michael Tippett (probably my favourite composer): "Tippett holds that art's role in post-Enlightenment culture is to offer a corrective to society's spiritually injurious domination by mass technology. Art, he suggests, can articulate areas of human experience, unapproachable through scientific rationality, by presenting 'images' of the inner world of the psyche." And now your mandalas!
How can I be useful, of what service can I be? There is something inside me, what can it be? -- Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890)
Welcome to "37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE)".
The photograph currently at the top of my blog was taken on April 13, 2021, on the bluffs at the south end of Rosario Beach, which can be accessed from Highway 20 just before Deception Pass Bridge in Skagit County, Washington.
"OLD GIRL OF THE NORTH COUNTRY" (the earliest name for my blog) came to life in early December of 2006 so that I could post a 42-year retrospective of my paintings and drawings and through that action, create a new relationship with the day the man I loved returned from Vietnam in December 1970. For a while (sometime after spring of 2008, which is when he died) my blog was "TALKING 37TH DREAM WITH RAINBOW (RUMORS OF PEACE)". For a number of years, it's been "TALKING 37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE)." As of April 12, 2017 my blog was titled "37TH DREAM / TALKING 37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE/LOOKING UP)". Somewhere along the way it became 37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE).
To begin viewing the retrospective with narrative, scroll down to December 8, 2006, on this page:
I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. This is why right temporarily defeated is stronger than evil triumphant. -- Martin Luther King, Jr. (1929-1968)
All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware. -- Martin Buber (1878-1965)
It is only a little planet, but how beautiful it is.
-- Robinson Jeffers
The true end of a war is the rebirth of life; the right to die peacefully in your own bed. The true end of war is the end of fear; the true end of war is the return of laughter.
-- Alfred Molano
Enjoy every sandwich -- Warren Zevon (1947-2003)
Not in God's wilds will you ever hear the sad moan, "All is vanity." No, we are paid a thousand times for all our toil, and after a single day spent outdoors in their atmosphere of strength and beauty, one could still say, should death come — even without any hope of another life — "Thank you for this most glorious gift!" and pass on.
-- John Muir (1838-1914)
Philip Henslowe: Mr. Fennyman, allow me to explain about the theatre business. The natural condition is one of insurmountable obstacles on the road to imminent disaster. Hugh Fennyman: So what do we do? Philip Henslowe: Nothing. Strangely enough, it all turns out well. Hugh Fennyman: How? Philip Henslowe: I don't know. It's a mystery.
7 comments:
This is so wonderful!
Incredible!
Loved seeing them in a slideshow. Individually beautiful, but sort of astonishing when you see them together like this.
Thank you Sabine, Elizabeth, and bev!
How beautiful! How and when did you get started doing mandalas?
Thank you, Rosemarie!
The inspiration to draw or paint pretty much left me in 1990 during the time of the First Gulf War That was after a highly productive 10 years of steady drawing and painting. In 2014, I was inspired to post the mandalas made by my mother when she was just a little bit older than I was in 2014. She had been inspired by Carl Jung's mandala practice. Something moved me to begin a similar practice in September 2014. My mother stopped creating mandalas in July 1991, after having completed 21 of them. For the rest of her life, she continued to use her extraordinary creative energy for complex pattern knitting. Earlier in her life her creative energy went into writing short stories and poetry. In 1966, she permanently stopped writing and took a watercolor class, followed by classes in silk-screening, Japanese brush painting, batik, drawing, stained glass and pattern knitting, all of which she excelled in. She died in December 1994. Yesterday would have been her 102nd birthday.
If you would like to see her mandalas and some of her pattern knitting, they are here:
https://www.talking37thdream.com.37thdream.com/search/label/my%20mother
My mother's sonnet is in this post:
https://www.talking37thdream.com.37thdream.com/search/label/sonnet
Just watched your mandala film. I noted the dedication to Blake: it is good that people continue to express things that can't be put into words. Jung keeps popping up in my life this week. First, in the comments to the latest post on my blog (thank you for listening -and for your comments!) - the things that have been said so far seemed infused with a sense of the collective unconscious. Then, I read something about Michael Tippett (probably my favourite composer): "Tippett holds that art's role in post-Enlightenment culture is to offer a corrective to society's spiritually injurious domination by mass technology. Art, he suggests, can articulate areas of human experience, unapproachable through scientific rationality, by presenting 'images' of the inner world of the psyche." And now your mandalas!
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