Attending art school means receiving training in a specific area; hopefully, ready to make your mark and ready to enter the seemingly hopeless market. Or setting your hair on fire, to go with the tattoos one covets in fantasy. Basically if all has gone well then there is sense of elation at having arrived thus far. Of course one may come from a swank art school, caparisoned with stellar credentials and skills to swoon over. Well some have all of that along with the ability to know how to gets a larger slice of the pie.
Yet some, well, as years go by develop that feeling, a niggling realization that one is not quite the complete artist. Quite often though manage to seek out what would assist towards our wholeness. For some it could be learning a calligraphic form, for others: knitting, printmaking, pastry making, etc. Soon something strikes, and having decided upon a path, a new trajectory, or grafting a brach towards bearing new awareness—one appears to feels aligned with time and space, and certainly with a sense of place, a belonging to whatever one yearned to be a part of.
For the purpose of laying out these few errant thoughts and indecent ramblings I will focus my reflections to calligraphy. Calligraphy, and particularly Eastern calligraphy has a intriguing grip, and holds many enthralled. As the realization dawns that as a form it is extremely involved and its evolution.
I may not be wrong in believing that Shodo may perhaps be one of the only Japanese ways where being 有 and nonbeing 无 are two natures which mesh to put form on a surface. So what is this distinction when calligraphy emanates. The tip of the brush? The pressure exerted.
http://tao-in-you.com/nonbeing.html
http://www.jstor.org/discover/10.2307/27511514?uid=3739832&uid=2129&uid=2134&uid=2&uid=70&uid=4&uid=3739256&sid=21103163753493
Other than the times when we OhMyGod through peering at our life’ blueprint while shrieking about this or that travesty, contrived hiccup, and throwing tantrums—it dawns on us that we may be dabblers. That we have been dabbling, and are absolutely over our heads in what we thought would be a fun way to respected, form relationships—just perhaps that special one, and age gracefully. The notion if it indeed surfaced of being a teachers teacher is now bobbing someplace deep. If only it could have been. Perhaps in the next life!
To those who believe in God: Yes we can fervently hold to the conviction that we are equal in Gods eyes. But there is no correlation between feeling equal and not having amassed the chops at being accomplished. Correlation and causality are two different criteria entirely.
Kotowaza.
We shape causality coalescing our observations as also lived phenomena with appreciable rigor to arrive at mastering an art, a craft, and even being egalitarian. Ergo, we are not equals and there is no reason to think so. Furthermore
This is relevant since too often one hears misplaced notions such as all us being beginners. Are we all beginners across the length of the journey! Or are we beginners as compared to the strides some other had made? The former appears to be a convenient self-depreciatory formula to salvage ones being, upon realization that one by ones own standards does not make the grade. But in that word beginner we reject the journey of those whose practice and focus is intense and very much real.
One can hardly say the Japanese Ways solely belong to the Japanese. Are we clear about this? This means that there will be exponents who do not have to be Japanese to be good. This true in the martial arts. Within Shodo there are many Japanese who have studied and practiced the form for three decades and more. There are ways within paths and realities within sense and sensibilities. What matters is…
Much like in the Scriptoriums of the past and intended here as a feisty parry against anybody harboring conveniently specific notions of East and West while not getting enough of the former—one has to see various possibilities extant in contemporary Shodo. one may only read to a limited extent, but have specific skills that are of a very high order.
Yet some, well, as years go by develop that feeling, a niggling realization that one is not quite the complete artist. Quite often though manage to seek out what would assist towards our wholeness. For some it could be learning a calligraphic form, for others: knitting, printmaking, pastry making, etc. Soon something strikes, and having decided upon a path, a new trajectory, or grafting a brach towards bearing new awareness—one appears to feels aligned with time and space, and certainly with a sense of place, a belonging to whatever one yearned to be a part of.
For the purpose of laying out these few errant thoughts and indecent ramblings I will focus my reflections to calligraphy. Calligraphy, and particularly Eastern calligraphy has a intriguing grip, and holds many enthralled. As the realization dawns that as a form it is extremely involved and its evolution.
I may not be wrong in believing that Shodo may perhaps be one of the only Japanese ways where being 有 and nonbeing 无 are two natures which mesh to put form on a surface. So what is this distinction when calligraphy emanates. The tip of the brush? The pressure exerted.
http://tao-in-you.com/nonbeing.html
http://www.jstor.org/discover/10.2307/27511514?uid=3739832&uid=2129&uid=2134&uid=2&uid=70&uid=4&uid=3739256&sid=21103163753493
Intimacy, Psyche, and Spirit in the Experience of Chinese and Japanese Calligraphy
Journal of Religion and Health
Vol. 40, No. 1, Memorial Issue for Barry Ulanov (Spring, 2001), pp. 129-166
Published by: Springer
Article Stable URL:http://www.jstor.org/stable/27511514
Vol. 40, No. 1, Memorial Issue for Barry Ulanov (Spring, 2001), pp. 129-166
Published by: Springer
Article Stable URL:http://www.jstor.org/stable/27511514
Other than the times when we OhMyGod through peering at our life’ blueprint while shrieking about this or that travesty, contrived hiccup, and throwing tantrums—it dawns on us that we may be dabblers. That we have been dabbling, and are absolutely over our heads in what we thought would be a fun way to respected, form relationships—just perhaps that special one, and age gracefully. The notion if it indeed surfaced of being a teachers teacher is now bobbing someplace deep. If only it could have been. Perhaps in the next life!
To those who believe in God: Yes we can fervently hold to the conviction that we are equal in Gods eyes. But there is no correlation between feeling equal and not having amassed the chops at being accomplished. Correlation and causality are two different criteria entirely.
Kotowaza.
We shape causality coalescing our observations as also lived phenomena with appreciable rigor to arrive at mastering an art, a craft, and even being egalitarian. Ergo, we are not equals and there is no reason to think so. Furthermore
This is relevant since too often one hears misplaced notions such as all us being beginners. Are we all beginners across the length of the journey! Or are we beginners as compared to the strides some other had made? The former appears to be a convenient self-depreciatory formula to salvage ones being, upon realization that one by ones own standards does not make the grade. But in that word beginner we reject the journey of those whose practice and focus is intense and very much real.
One can hardly say the Japanese Ways solely belong to the Japanese. Are we clear about this? This means that there will be exponents who do not have to be Japanese to be good. This true in the martial arts. Within Shodo there are many Japanese who have studied and practiced the form for three decades and more. There are ways within paths and realities within sense and sensibilities. What matters is…
Much like in the Scriptoriums of the past and intended here as a feisty parry against anybody harboring conveniently specific notions of East and West while not getting enough of the former—one has to see various possibilities extant in contemporary Shodo. one may only read to a limited extent, but have specific skills that are of a very high order.
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