Over the course of fours weeks this winter, I created a visual art journal dealing with my understanding of the creative process. I used the themes of alchemy and journey as metaphor and peppered the pages with recurring symbols. Mostly, I had fun! What I found at the end of the project is that my chops for drawing from imagination had improved. I also rediscovered my love for writing. You can download a .pdf file…
Traveler: This place seems familiar. Have I been here before? Oberon: (looking up from the slow-moving river to take in the traveler) Where are you comparing it to? Traveler: I was walking along a riverbank very much like this one. And suddenly there was this shadow. Oberon: Excuse me, did you say shadow? Traveler: Well, not so much a shadow as a rustling of leaves. I mean it was a rustling of leaves until the…
We come from darkness. We come from the earth. And it’s where we’ve been heading since the moment of birth. Escape is in our nature. We struggle from the womb, riding the waves of contractions to our first taste of air. The sunlight helps us grow stronger and taller and farther away. But our feet were built to stay on the earth, toes curling into the soil like roots. Sturdy legs to bare the weight…
Like birds in boxes, we are all dreaming of flight. I completely understand your reluctance, my friend. The earth is solid, safe. Our flesh is the very stuff of soil. The earth’s gentle curve helps us to keep our perspective. Still, there will be a universe of days for us to rest within its dark, maternal loam. Until then—why not fly?