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Living in a huge art museum we can never escape art. Where does the artificial end and the real begin?
798 is a district in Beijing where artists collaborate and present their vision, similar to the Left Bank or Greenwich Village.
Wu Yuren, an artist who led a public protest over land thieves was recently arrested. “You don’t realize how arcane this system is until you have to deal with it,” Ms. Patterson, his wife said. “It’s a nightmare.”
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'A mountain loses its spirit without cloud, loses its peculiarity without stones, loses its elegance without trees, and loses its life without water, and In painting, one should concentrate the mind, and hold the breath: with concentration of the mind, serenity is maintained; with the breath held up, preciseness is attained.
'One should be as serene as an old monk in meditation, and be as precise as a silk worm in spitting silk. The spirit and real fun of painting are from nature and beyond the brushes and paints.' - Chinese painter
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One illuminating little story about humans and their very short tribal life is carved on this Sumerian clay figment with someone's imagination.
It describes, in flowing vivid ecstatic gripping elusive detail, using as few reed strokes as possible given the parameters of clay space, their adventures wandering here and there across fertile plains, scorching deserts, through valleys, up and down mountains, along rivers and making camp. They carried water and chopped wood.
They domesticated wild horses. They memorized animal sounds, trails, tracks, smells and scat. They ate, wove clothing, traded shells, feathers and simple possessions, played music, danced, meditated, shared stories and rested.
The female shaman dreamed. She dreamed visions of their journey. She transmitted her dreams to the tribe through poetry, drama, music and art.
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Yes, a year now a days glancing toward assessment of healthy foods. Fourth graders are teachers. Simplicity, sanctuary and serenity. Draw wisdom in red, green, blue, black.
The cosmic free writing class of curious explorers. Begin an admirable multi-hued rainbow experience. Inside/outside their small infinite portal. No fear. Dialogue of light and color spectrums.
The Little Prince. What is essential is invisible to the eye. Accepting responsibility for living things, planting new gardens, new colors, green life promise, their beauty, truth, creativity, art, dance, music, joy, kindness and compassion.
How you manifest this reality, this waking dream, this transience, this small immediate flash of lightning. Gratitude releases all the beauty.
What color are your dreams?
Why are you so relaxed when you play?
I have nothing to prove.
Metta.
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This is the day of my dreams: The color of a hammer on brick. A trumpet, cement smoothing tool, dance.
A bike. Free wind pushing a child. A clean clear air song. High grey clouds.
Process becoming: Butterflies: yellow, white, brown, black, orange speckled.
Closing down the connections. Absolving thieves their mysteries. Selling toys.
I am the Rocket Tourist at 20% operating capacity.
The Marxist tools of production: knife, hoe, axe, elephant control stick, scythe, hammer.
Her daughter's card was the Master. Her card was Intensity. His card was the Rebel. After a dinner of grilled salmon, green salad, black olives, and fresh hot bread in Bursa they went to a cafe high above the smell and music of a river.
The river flowed strong and fast from Green Mountain. Dancing with stars was a silver-white crescent moon. They listened to water as the river cried. It was cold (May) and she wrapped his long soft leather jacket around her shoulders. She was happy.
Her daughter sat across from them drawing in this book (filled with transformations and great powerful understanding. Waves) and drinking hot chocolate. She was happy. Although now, only 8 and a strong willed child, she was a guest performer musician (piano) and character actor. She looked at them and said, Being correct is never the point.
Please put the blue sky on the white table. Unfold it gently. It is fragile and may be slightly creased along the horizon.
Am I a clown searching along the ground for an appropriate mask?
Am I this or am I dreaming?
Metta.
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