bricolage project day 11 [her]
The word of the day is her randomly chosen from Rob Brezny‘s book Pronoia is the Antidote for Paranoia. Oh, how I wish I had the energy tonight to delve into her but alas, it has been a full day. I will say that I was at a poetry reading tonight at Columbia City Gallery. My friend, Daemond Arrindell was reading his soulful, permission-giving poetry which moved me to tears. The woman sitting next to me–a woman I had just met–looked at me tenderly and put her hand quietly on my arm. I cannot think of a more fitting example of what I think of when when I think of the word her. Compassion. Love. Kindness. Gentleness. Ferocity.
Also, when I think of her I think of being a mother and how hard it can be to be both a mother an artist. As I type this, my daughter keeps chatting with me and and my ex is texting me pictures to show her. I could say no. I could hole myself up but in truth, it’s just part of the experience. My life and my art are often inseparable and, at least in this moment, I’m okay with that. Apparently, other mothers have faced this. Austin Kleon wrote a post sharing a bunch of books on art and mothering. How fabulous!
Today’s quote is from Osho:
All the great artists of the world slowly slowly start growing a quality of feminineness, grace, elegance, exquisiteness. A certain flavor of softness, relaxedness, calmness and quietness surrounds them. They are no longer feverish. What I am teaching here is really to turn the whole world feminine.
Yes.
