Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Wayfarers All

In recent correspondence from another blogger, she referred to her blog as "a refuge, even for me". As I sit in my somewhat shambolic apartment, with its heaps and collections of china and seashells and little toys plucked out of cardboard boxes on the street (an environment which reflects my craziness, longing, confusion, impatience), I am attempting to be the wise and humorous person I present myself as here, for instance in the photo you see at right. Sometimes the goal is reached, it's a form of observance for a non-religious person. Sometimes I fall back into old habits, sometimes I am forced to realize my own limitations. But certainly having this place of sorts, this virtual bower or museum of oddities with its opportunities for dialogue with other extraordinary and flawed wanderers on the web, is helpful in working toward being that person.


California Girl said...

Well said. I told my husband I was feeling "guilty" about spending so much time on my blogs and those of others. He told me I should feel good about having a hobby I enjoy, something to take me out of my work and our household/family/personal issues. I need it more and more.

You are an artist and I always think artists have this magical vocation to which they escape. But you need a break as well. We all do.

Bee said...

Yes, we are all wayfarers . . . and in a way, our "art" (even if it is just writing, and not the wonderful images you create) has a consistency and a wholeness that our selves will never quite have. I like the way you've created a silhouette with such depth to it. Endless and endless, Susan.

mum said...

what was it Leonard Cohen wrote (think it was Cohen) about the cracks letting the light shine through.

Cheers to you, warps and all (sorry, couldn't resist.)

Jasmine said...

Your creativity increases in beauty every day. I certainly find a refuge and inspiration in blogging. Posts like this are inspiring.

You take care x

Kay said...

i really love this picture of yours, very nicely done

Clowncar said...

Such a nice piece.

Is that a keyhole shaped as Alice, with Alice on the far side? Can only she open the door to herself?

snoble24 said...

well said. sometimes i feel guilty for spending so much time reading blogs and bloggin myself. then i figuer at least its a hobby and im not negleting anyone when i do it and im not hurting anyone ether

aleph said...

I feel there´s a little pain and at the same time a sort of calm relief of pain in your words today. No words for the photo, it´s an astounding illustration of yours.

Tom said...

a very nice place to visit. I like your stuff and knickknacks.

Cláudia said...

Your images and words are very powerful!
About wayfarers - reading the comments, I remembered a poem by a spanish poet called Antonio Machado:

Caminante son tus huellas
El camino nada más;
caminante no hay camino
se hace camino al andar.
From: http://lyricstranslate.com

Traveller, the path is your tracks
And nothing more.
Traveller, there is no path
The path is made by walking.
From: http://lyricstranslate.com

Coffee Messiah said...

Well said and understood. Ditto on the picture ; )

Someone else mentioned that where they were living was chocking their creativity and outlook.

He and his wife live on a small lake out here, both in their 60s and both artists we met at our store.

He makes jewelry with trade beads and wire gold wire and his wife paints. Both great people, and both out of the mainstream.

Sometimes, we can only take one step at a time to reach what is/has been inside us from the beginning.

I've been learning that through the years out here myself.


jude said...

i love little alice inside the bigger alice. blogger in wonderland.
i know many people who have stopped blogging, needing a break from what they consider some sort of drudgery, some thing that keeps them from their real lives. there are many kinds of weblogs, and some are the real thing. the diary of an artist with the advantage of real readers, even if they seem like air.
great post.

ArtSparker said...

Thanks folks - I get by with a little help from my friends.

Anonymous said...

I wonder how the first cave painters felt.
or people in the renaissance who weren't famous felt.
I wonder if they were lonely or if they felt happy to leave something for the future or if they just did it becuase they had nothing else to do or if art just made them feel good.
I just know that, even though I do not embrace technology and even though I sometimes feel the urge to delete the blog I have created, I do love my blog and I do love hearing what people have to say and to know I am sharing my art with the world.

I love your blog as well and am glad that at this momoent in space and time we are able to find a way to know one another through art, words, html and probably some binary code.

sorry for all that rambling.
I should just stick to the usual, "lovely post." comment.

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Celeste Bergin said...

your blog is one of my favorite places

tony said...

Blogging Is A Wonderful Way To Reflect & Learn About Yourself.I Think Of It As Internal-BeachCombing.Let The Art Shine Through!

Bimbimbie said...

I like that there are things of wonder and inspiration waiting for us to look upon them whenever we care to wander the realm of blogs.

I'm glad I wandered here and saw your wonderful Alice photo*!*