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red (newt) mandala and remains

I found this red-spotted newt (Notophthalmus viridescens) hanging out by what remained of a mandala I’d built only a few days before. I love these small creatures for their fantastic color, and resemblance to dinosaurs. Easily scared into a frozen posture, it can take many minutes of sitting very calm and still to witness their tiny feet move to a prehistoric rhythm, but it’s well worth the wait. I’ll try to capture this on video to share with you sometime soon.

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Rescuing Cairn [part 3]

[This is a story in progress continued from 10Aug2020]

Unable to free her with a push from behind, I clawed at tree roots and dark, loamy earth to create more space for my arm. I got enough leverage to lift her halfway out, but she let out a louder cry than before – this one tinged with pain, so I quickly set her back down. Supporting her with my left hand for fear that she might slip out of reach and into the stream below, I wasn’t so sure I could save her.

After more frantic digging, I got my hand far enough into the hole to discover one of her back legs pinned between two boulders. I maneuvered her leg up and around the pinch point, freeing it and finally lifting her all the way out. Seeing her whole body for the first time, I was amazed at how tiny she was – about 18” long and not more than 3 weeks old by the look of it. Placing her gently on a moss-covered rock I kept one hand on her back as I reigned in my fear of losing her. 

Hoping for the best. I took a few deep breaths and lifted her tiny body high enough to see if she could bear some weight. Her legs immediately collapsed underneath like a wet rag. Not knowing what else to do, I quickly wrapped her in my raincoat, carried her up and over the porcupine lair, and made my way back to the office for help.

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Low Tide, New Moon, August 4, 2014

  

With sand between toes Allie scours the ocean floor, searching for traces of ancient mariners. Petrified hulls, once hell-bent for high water, now teeming with life: urchin, fish spawn, and seagrass tethered to transom reviving mythic tales of treasure and conquest. An ocean exploration spawned by her father’s unfinished dreams brought her to these shores, once home to the family she now knows only from photographs, their paper edges rounded with time, surfaces creased and cracking, resembling the grooves on her grandmother’s papery skin – what little she remembers of it. 

She relishes those moments, few and far between, when she can reach into the past, wondering about her family’s history and what her father was thinking as he sanded the tiller of his first sailboat. At 8 years old, he looks so grand sitting there on that rickety bench, happily sanding away, his aunt and uncle hard at work repairing the hull of a boat that would take him on his first adventure away from home. Is this why she decided to take this journey? She brushes the bangs from her eyes and looks off to the distant shore of Gardiner’s Island, the white windmill glinting in the sun, as it has so many times before, like a beacon calling on a courage that she never knew existed until the day her father left.

…to be continued

[A novel start]

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In Living Color

Over the past weeks and months I’ve struggled to find a way to process the chaos, change and suffering in the world today. At times I work through my reactions by creating art, and in the process of making, I find some solace. I create these mandalas for the joy of creating and I feel my work is stronger when I hold the thought of sharing with others in mind.

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The Fluidity of Twigs

When we were very young, invented games like stick races kept my sister and I occupied in the outdoors for hours. The concept was simple enough: find a set of worthy sticks, capable of withstanding the rigors of mini rapids, whirlpools and submerged obstacles, launch them at the head of turmoil and the race was on! The simplicity of the game’s name belied an underlying truth: discoveries made here resonated deeply within our young bodies and, for me, sparked a lifetime of discovery, including continuing explorations in art making, yoga, educational research, teaching, and travel. 

It was during the stick game that I became fascinated by the pure physicality of the stick in relation to a changing environment: the apparent stiffness of dry wood could be as graceful as a ballerina when a mid-stream rock sent it spinning in pirouettes, or simply dead weight when captured in a whirlpool’s vortex. Similar observations surfaced for me during my initial year of graduate school: stiff little twigs manipulated within a sculptural nest piece appeared fluid when placed in relation to other twigs. This discovery had a profound effect on subsequent art making, where careful observations and interactions with art materials themselves revealed a deeper understanding of the visual problem at hand. My personal art making discoveries informed a classroom research study of ways that students respond to movement-based art problems. Observations of student behavior were reminiscent of the thrill of discovery that my sister and I experienced playing in the stream. I shared these discoveries with educators at Columbia University Teachers College (2011) as well as local and national education conferences (2009, 2010). My research findings later evolved into an article published in Art Education Journal titled, “Art and Transformation: Embodied Action in a First-grade Art Class” (2012). 

During the stick game, a single-pointed focus transported me away from worldly worries into a state of being present to the experience, much like the steady stream of thought just prior to deep meditation, and the flow of ideas present during creative process. In fact, I attribute many of my strengths to the study of yoga and meditation: my keen observational skills, my tendency toward self-reflection, as well as the clarity of writing my prose. I have found myself returning to the image of the stream again and again as I seek a balance between external and internal influences and thought patterns that may get stuck in a whirlpools’ vortex or flow smoothly like an unbroken stream. I have integrated my interests in yoga, art making and travel in a series of photographs of India (2005) where I documented the incredible spirit of the Garhwal Himalaya and the people who live there; a blog documenting travels to New Zealand (2013) including humorous and poignant reflections on traveling solo; a continued practice of creative writing on social media (Instagram & Twitter); as well as in my ongoing art making practice in ceramics and photography.

The process of exploration and discovery continue to resonate deeply with my interests in movement and cognition, artists and inspiration, people and the environment, and spirit and the body. It is the dynamic nature of these meetings that, for me, makes life most interesting. In future, I plan to continue exploring relationships between embodiment, cognition and the art making process in writing assignments and collaborative art projects.