Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
On creativity
"We must labor to remember our first reasons for wanting to create. As children we stirred up mudpies, spent hours raising sandcasles, building huts from fallen branches; why? Because to create is a natural response to joy. It is simply what we human beings do. We didn't begin creating for any outward result. We did it for the fun of making something that wasn't there before. The work of every true writer [photographer, sculpturer, painter, ...] is to remove everything that stands between oneself and one's original state of joy."
John Lee, Writing from the Body, p.92
John Lee, Writing from the Body, p.92
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
Creative Shepherds
I have never seen anything like this. I came accross this video on William Gibson's website. I am not sure what the sheep would have to say to this, whether they enjoyed it or not - I tend to think they did not. The shepherds must have find their job really enjoyable - or rather boring and so they come up with this idea to play! Hey! Crazy blokes!! I wonder...besides land art, is there anything like "animal art"... ?
Sunday, July 5, 2009
I will never fly with the grace of a swallow ...
I have just read a few lines from Carol P. Christ's paper "Rethinking Theology and Nature" and I could not help not to post this. It just fits. It just fits what I feel these days.
"Death may come at any time. Death is never early or late.
[...]
There are no hierarchies among beings on Earth. Yes, we are different from the swallows that fly, from the many-faceted stones on the beach, from the redwood trees in the forest. We may have more capacity to shape our lives than other beings, but you and I will never fly with the grace of a swallow, live as long as a redwood tree, nor endure the endless tossing of the sea like a stone. Each being has its own intrinsic value and beauty.
[...]
But life is as comic as it is tragic. Watching the sun set, the stars come out, eating, drinking, dancing, loving, and understanding are no less real than suffering, loss, and death."
"Death may come at any time. Death is never early or late.
[...]
There are no hierarchies among beings on Earth. Yes, we are different from the swallows that fly, from the many-faceted stones on the beach, from the redwood trees in the forest. We may have more capacity to shape our lives than other beings, but you and I will never fly with the grace of a swallow, live as long as a redwood tree, nor endure the endless tossing of the sea like a stone. Each being has its own intrinsic value and beauty.
[...]
But life is as comic as it is tragic. Watching the sun set, the stars come out, eating, drinking, dancing, loving, and understanding are no less real than suffering, loss, and death."
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