Photo by Giulia May on Unsplash
A response to Simon Ensor's writing 'Some way back'.
In 2015 I met you on the blog page in a mystical place called #rhizo15 (not that #14 house). You are inspiring in your writing and open sharing of artwork - all the forms that it takes. I have created many a remix from these forms and feel my own work advanced because of it. This is the unseen mentorship. I am following you on your journey of art.
"Once there was a time when bringing-forth of the true into the beautiful was called techne. And the poiesis of the fine arts also was called techne." Heidegger, M. 1977.
What causes us to move our focus into a particular area? How does it feel to bring the true into beautiful? What is the technology of our art?
It is not the age marker
but the haunting
of a teachers remarks
that forms a shift of energies.
but the haunting
of a teachers remarks
that forms a shift of energies.
It is the lingering thoughts,
familiar body vibrations
in that activity
that finally coalesces.
It is the brand new day,
over the humdrum of life,
a movement in thinking
that drags charcoal
on the page.
It is the willingness
to be uncomfortable
but alive in our pursuits
that notches self-graded successes.
It is the time allowed
to push to the fore
this nagging, scribbling
scratching,
into an urgency.
It is the feeling
that there is more to say
in the chosen medium,
more to express.....more.
Beautiful, and so recognisable to me too.
ReplyDeleteThank you Teresa. Simon's writing is evocative as always!
Deletebeautiful response (as always)
ReplyDeleteAnonymous it will appear, that I am.
ReplyDeleteNo matter, ´tis sensor63 usurper who writes thus (Oh gawd! More pompous prattery you die.)
Taken aback I am by your wentale words but no Yoda am I.
Older perhaps
No wiser to mishaps...
« If no mistake you have made, losing you are. A different game you should play. »
Yoda
Happenstance.
He rants…
« Nobody’s puppet, am I. »
Resounding string movement builds to glorious crescendo.
Pomp and circumstance.
Cymbals clash.
I am but a fool, touched by generous notices given for my Tomfoolery.
Lesson learnt: Never take too much notice of the reviewers.
Never listen too much to your own faulty judgement.
«Do or do not, there is no try. » Yoda.
I am endebted and humbled to Uncle Tom Cobley, Yoda et all.
I take a bow.
Pizzicato…
He plucks a last line.
No strings on me.
Yours, Anonymous
The strings are invisible, yet all the more powerful. They tug and guide and tangle and fray... Yearning to return to a simple loop.
DeleteThere's always "more" and maybe that's what keeps us going.
ReplyDeleteThe three modalities of Dasein (not to be confused with the four horsemen of the apocalypse!)
ReplyDeletepóiesis, práxis, theoría
And their three corresponding dispositions
téchne, phrónesis and sophía
Or so Heidegger says.
Techne is a way of being which is concerned with things.
It all comes back to Aristotle. THE philosopher.
Thanks Sarah for the complete triad . Maybe 'It all comes back to...' is aligned with Fred's comment about the unknot or full circle.
DeleteSimon's reply. https://twitter.com/sensor63/status/1525841852435398656?t=3niFaueiQN6BnQImkECNMg&s=19
ReplyDeleteI came here through the mention you made on Simon's post and the discovery of both sites is the best part of my today. I love the art i see here
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