I was sitting outside in May and saw –just as so many people must have thought before me–that if you spend some time looking into these things that are growing that you could find deep whirlpools for your interest (the geometry of growth, the why of this or that, etc) if you wanted that, or you could just sit and more passively have an experience. Either way you could never touch bottom. Lately, when I feel myself getting pulled such a little–really, unassuming–whirlpool, I’m trying to make it a point to draw that thing that acts like a nexus, and follow it in. Though I don’t think there is anything more authentic than interfacing with its face. It is the face of reality, infinitely authentic at every level. And also not drawing it for the sake of the depiction, but as a method to spend time out there with it. Out there….within….I want that contour to dissolve.
Then I made a print so I could share something of it with other people. It’s a separate idea maybe, but coming from the same place. It’s like I’m pointing to the same thing the nexus opened to. Not restricted by location…a non-local…node…connection…. (And now this idea disintegrating into my own uncongealed thinking/feeling about it.)
This post is that too.