Day 29 of Year 2
Tonight, I really got caught up in chasing this idea. I made many monotypes and, as usual, I am up too late! But it's important to follow the energy in the studio. If you're in the midst of a creative wave, you have to ride it not waste it. And if you are in an ebb, you show up and trust that the next wave is on its way.
Tonight's poem is by Fakhruddin I raqi, a 13th century poet writing in Persian, Trans. Chittick and Lamborn Wilson
As sunlight is attributed to the moon, so is the Beloved's form ascribed to the lover; but in truth
each image painted on the canvas of existence
is the form of the artist himself.
Eternal Ocean spews forth new waves.
"Waves" we call them; but there is only the Sea.