wabi-sabi and the land-grab. funny how something pops up in a different context and then seems at first odd and maybe a little willfully juxtaposed and then it seems to finally be illuminating the whole thing. like i was talking with s. about chasing euphoria and wanting inspiration to begin making art and i thought about how we need to get the materials and set ourselves up and question what it is we mean to do and it becomes rigorous before we begin and we stifle ourselves. she wondered about how i collaged and that was sporadic and yet when it was happening well it was just like a diary, like this, and it was simple engagement and continuity. each fragment joined in continuity. i, wait...
then r. asked me about some haiku for a wabi-sabi project and i didn't know what it was. then i realized it seems to be about what i talked about with s. about engagement with oneself and materials and nature. about awakening out of the slumber of life that comes upon us, about re-awakening. about the ground we walk on, about the materials we are granted, making art, using the ground we walk on like silence for music, like green space for walking, for contemplation, and for engagement with the senses and other beings, about not letting the ground beneath our feet be grabbed from under us, as they are doing with green space everywhere, and in our very own park, like creativity, our nature, and the nature we depend on and live within, even in this grid, especially in this grid, these green buffers, essential spaces we need, and often don't use, but are there for us when we are ready, and if we let them may be simply taken away, erased as green space and commodified for private use, and lost to us and we to them.
oh maybe it's all jumbled yet, maybe that's the best i can do, just to say somehow i feel it is all related.