parted by thought
becomes a self and world
– Rupert Spira
Deep bowl, embossed poem under Chun glaze
23 cm h x 23 cm d
… the writing helps create an unfamiliar space where the pot becomes the carrier of the text and the text the carrier of the pot. Words are supposed to float in two dimensions, but here the pot and the text have a strange pull between them. Is the pot commenting on the text?
Spira pushes these ideas hard: this is not about words as decoration. As with Kenzan, there is the knowledge of how to layer meanings, how to play with the images that words bring forth and with the feelings that forms create. By embossing his poems he takes the connection between reading with the eye and reading with the hand to another level of sensitivity.
Rupert Spira knows about the texture of words. This puts him amongst a wonderful, enlivening group of artists and poets from across the centuries. In his new pots with their words ‘embedded like a vein of quartz‘, to use his own phrase, we can see and feel something special is happening.
– Edmund de Waal
Detail showing embossed poem
Edmund de Waal is a leading British potter and writer on ceramics. (Edmund is also widely known for his international bestseller The Hare with Amber Eyes)
This short extract is from: A single line of writing embedded like a vein of quartz
Read the entire essay at Rupert Spira’s website
Rupert Spira at the artisans’ gallery
every time I open my eyes
Love is the discovery that others are not others;
beauty is the discovery that objects are not objects.
– Rupert Spira
New at the artisans’ gallery – photographer Roy Money
One of the most revered figures in Zen is Eihei Dogen, a 13th century Japanese Zen master who wrote that “Seeing forms with the whole body and mind, hearing sounds with the whole body and mind, one understands them intimately.” How is it possible to notice the radiance of things as they are and convey something significant of that close encounter? Certainly acute attention and some moments of grace are a part of the process.
For some artists and philosophers nature exhibits a kind of intelligence – not mind in the conventional sense but in the systematic interaction and self regulation of differentiated parts – the mind of mountains and rivers and the body they inhabit, and the intricate complexity of their innumerable relations. A rather different kind of mind than the usual meaning of the word, but a kind that resonates with my sense of the world.
– Roy Money
Roy Money at the artisans’ gallery
be not afraid of beauty
Milosz, Lawrence, Einstein and Adyashanti on nondual awareness
the dance of Me and Mu
There is no observer.
Experience is self-knowing.
Awareness is not observing experience.
Experience is awareness.
Perceptions are awareness.
They are not happening to someone.
The happening is its own knowing of itself.
Everything is this Knowing.
To the mind it seems there is an observer or receiver of experience.
Everything self-liberates into itself.
– Jackson Peterson
Image: Dennis Cordell
dennis cordell at the artisans’ gallery
the subject is the echo of its creator
When I am totally absorbed in drawing … and have become leaf or grass, when the split between I-as-subject and It-as-object is bridged … I am now in touch with the process of Life itself. The leaf’s budding, unfurling, wilting and dying are my own! For however short a span, IT – instead of Me – has become the center of my universe. It is no longer a thing observed: but an ever-changing, ever-fleeting mystery, which, like myself, flashes past at the speed of light. Then, in this flashing Now, I may glimpse Reality, I may recognize the Self, that Original Face I share with all that is; I may glimpse the Buddha Nature: the Pearl of Great Price.
– Frederick Franck
The Awakened Eye
frederick franck at the artisans’ gallery
the Face of faces
seeing-drawing as meditation
the 10 commandments
New at the artisans’ gallery – Joan Miró
Joan Miró: Paysage [Landscape] 1927
oil on canvas 129.9 x 195.5
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra
What really counts is to strip the soul naked.
Painting is made as we make love;
a total embrace, prudence thrown to the wind,
nothing held back.
– Joan Miró
joan miró at the artisans’ gallery