Day 66 of Year 2 (Actually Day 67)
Something simple tonight. I had to dig deep for last night's piece. Today everything flowed effortlessly mainly because my ink was in charge. I just love sticky old ink, it creates the most beautiful textures. More evidence that cleaning is the enemy of art. Not only does it waste precious studio time, but if I had cleaned up my ink from yesterday, I would have missed out on so much. Old ink has a louder, more forceful voice. It doesn't pussyfoot around with its plans, it lets you know. Interestingly, such a forceful voice wanted to make this image of a drifting boat, the perfect symbol of surrender.
I've posted this poem before, but it is perfect for this print and one of my favorites so it bears repeating 🙂
Midnight.
No waves,
no wind, the empty boat
is flooded with moonlight.
by Dogen
Trans. Steohen Mitchell
From The Enlightened Heart: An Anthology of Sacred Poetry https://amzn.to/308LMnI