a.i.r.
requires
artmaking.
p.i.r.
requires
poetry.
me: okay, what is art?
witness: a way of knowing
a spiritual practice
a way of seeing,
feeling,
sensing,
experiencing
made visible and shared.
me: is that it?
witness: isn't that what you're
finding? a way of
entering, giving
yourself permission
to enter artfully with
consciousness of artful
expression: artmaking,
poetry, written (literary)
reflection.
me: yes...and?
witness: and the experience,
when shared simply by
being visible, being an
artist in the act of
artmaking, a poet in
the act of crafting
poetry, a writer, with
a pen in her hand and
an open book, and
a visible concentration?
commitment to task?
this makes seeing the
act of artmaking
possible for both
YOURSELF and others.
me: yes.
witness: and it demonstrates
a possibility--
without need of
any kind of
promotional material
just the thing
itself--just the
act of being--
allows for others
to find, to encounter,
to allow the artist
in themselves a
little more room.
me: yes. seeing the possibility,
sensing the possibility,
allows for making room.
witness: yes and the "what can
i do" or "i can do
that" or "if she can
so it, i can do it"
impusle to rise up
in the witness/observer--and
they can create FOR THEM-
SELVES just what connects
for them.
me: yes.
witness: and the sense memory
of the observation of
art making, writing
done in public, a
human doing art
activities with accessible
materials gets
stored in the viewer
until such a time that
it can be activated.
me: YES-and what causes
that activation?
witness: that is an excellent
research question.
me: how can i determine that?
witness: ask.
me: ask who?
witness: ask all the artists
you know. ask
people--random
people who see you
making art. ask
in general terms on
craig's list. ask.
me: ask what?
witness: ask what activated
them as art maker.
ask what welled
up inside them so
big that action
was required. ask
what gave them
permission to finally make?
ask what deepend in them
in such a way that artmaking
became the only appropriate
response. ask.
me: okay.
witness: the rainbow has
arrived. eat it before
it melts.
you are already full--
you know.
this dessert is a completion
ritual you don't HAVE
to partake in.
me: i know. but i want to.
i'm following my pleasure.
witness: dive in w/discipline
me: yes.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
intention and witness: day 2
so much is starting for me at just this same moment--something is activating--i am again in the flow of it--whatever it is--and am continuing on with the search--my search--my find--my dig--for the juice of my authentic treasure--that which is in me to be made by me and left in this world--to enhance the journey of fellow travelers--some clue or set of clues to find or not.
at any rate--this is what i make of my life.
today, i entered day two of the collage and witness process. i am posting both here and on my artsactionamerica blog and on my own www.writressworder.com site--so the whole story of the journey is spread around in many places--a bit like me at the minute--scattered between business offices, the downstairs guest room/command center returning to money making room in the off-season, and the beloved studio.
bits of me are scattered, too, in the people who have spread themselves across this land, across this globe--each holding a little piece of something that makes up the puzzle of my life. once such pieceholder is jenn--off on some rafting river adventure in utah having arrived on the other side of the jfku ma in transformative arts degree, at the next incarnation of her interior decorator/collector/architect/housing transformer life accompanied by her big love who just gave up their money gig--and the two of them are battling through the snow, cuddled up with a fire you have to build and not just flip a switch to get.
she and i are entering a conversation about becoming transformation arts professionals--ie: getting paid for who we be and what we do in this world.
day 2: intention and witness
9:15am-my intention is to enter into collage, notice what comes up for me around job/money/house/finances/career until 10:am.
10:16 am-stopped collaging (a little late)
10:21 am-time now--when i have finished meandering the various web based distractions (e-mail, postings, blogging, the new hub thing)
now: make a new intention
new intention: to record witness--directly into this blog entry, and publish this post by 11am.
okay: witness:
i tore, a second time through the same robb report magazine i used for day 1's collage. i found these two poems?
1. the old man and the sky
it's the sound that tells you you chose the best of the best
get inspired
it's what makes the good life great
time is life's most precious commodity.
spend it wisely.
this poem was found in the remaining fragments, after i felt the collage was "finished". i decided in its making that it was the kind of thing i'd like to hear from my old man in the sky--and so i felt that it was a kind of channeling of his words to me--his comfort and his encouragement in this moment in my life. and from his vantage point, up there in the sky, he can see now what he could not say before and speaks it to me in comforting ways through this accidental collaging. i decided to believe it--i know how it might sound to others--but since you get to make up anything you want about people you love all the time--but especially after they're dead, i made it up that this came to me from him. and it made me feel better for a moment.
found poem #2
this was the first bit of the collage that began to assert itself and i layed it out directly on the tape--and set it off by itself as the center piece of the back side of the collage--it says this:
GO THROUGH LIFE
icons and innovators
wild life
sparks my passion
it is my love
fantastic four
a precision
as beautiful and seductive
the past inspiring the future
an inspiring icon is reborn
don't simply purchase
one acquires
offering a true sense of well-being
in soul, body and mind...
recalibrate your spirit as your soul
letter perfect
the art of achievement
in the service of pioneers
and discoverers
the long road
a different take
the art
the world
the art
privileged travel
system of your dreams.
i added the tweezers held by the craftsman's hands as he moved the small hand of the watch dial to the position he wanted it in. i noted that the background, spilling over to this back, is the ad for a tequila--and exquisite tequila--the kind of stuff i once told myself i could drink all night long and still be sober.
i flip over the collage and see the heart that naturally tore itself out of the tequila ad--i see the blue eye and the black lace gloves of the woman, the tree in africa--some safari wilderness, the phantom grill of the coveted black rolls, the diamonds dripping in splashy blue water, the words, moving up from the sharp point of the heart dividing its chambers--woman's blue eye, black lace gloves and wet diamonds on one side, african tree growing into phantom luxury on the other. the words across the division: "we probably learned the hard way that our best opportunity in the industry is with the luxury, premium category."
(comment distraction on hubster "how to write a love poem")
back to witnessing the collage:
i see the precision instrument--the watch, the hours, the roman numerals the sun and moon, the zodiac signs, the months, the day, the intersecting bands of precision geometry intersecting in the circle of life worn on the wrist of some discerning soul. i see the perfect collaboration. i see another diamond against a baby blue and the splash it makes above these words: "once you sat down beneath a tree with the whole community and showed the game benefited them" and then the lonely blue chair against the darkening twilight, the deepening time of day. arriving in the bottom right i see the words: women who want tot make a memorable entrance. i see the full body of the cheetah--and then, again, just the tail. i see the wings and water. investing in personal passion. a big, thick, bold worth and a tiny, all caps, wealth in perspective under only the th, i see i was happy, hearts and soul, seeds of revolution, back, compelling perspectives, out of the heavenly blue, opens up a wold of freedom and adventure. ideas for life.
great leap forward.
no compromises.
house of blues.
we invite you.
teh sky may not be the limit.
true renewal of heart.
icons and innovators
the art of desire.
the art of crafts.
a hole heart, whole in the center of things--a kind of doorway to dreams.
i'm ten minutes early--even with the distraction.
i post now--at 10:50, ready to re-enter the world of my daughter
and nurse her back to health.
she's sick today--
so i can cuddle next to her
and bring her things
and attend to her and this home.
i will cancel my money making meetings-
and join her in my big bed for the day.
at any rate--this is what i make of my life.
today, i entered day two of the collage and witness process. i am posting both here and on my artsactionamerica blog and on my own www.writressworder.com site--so the whole story of the journey is spread around in many places--a bit like me at the minute--scattered between business offices, the downstairs guest room/command center returning to money making room in the off-season, and the beloved studio.
bits of me are scattered, too, in the people who have spread themselves across this land, across this globe--each holding a little piece of something that makes up the puzzle of my life. once such pieceholder is jenn--off on some rafting river adventure in utah having arrived on the other side of the jfku ma in transformative arts degree, at the next incarnation of her interior decorator/collector/architect/housing transformer life accompanied by her big love who just gave up their money gig--and the two of them are battling through the snow, cuddled up with a fire you have to build and not just flip a switch to get.
she and i are entering a conversation about becoming transformation arts professionals--ie: getting paid for who we be and what we do in this world.
day 2: intention and witness
9:15am-my intention is to enter into collage, notice what comes up for me around job/money/house/finances/career until 10:am.
10:16 am-stopped collaging (a little late)
10:21 am-time now--when i have finished meandering the various web based distractions (e-mail, postings, blogging, the new hub thing)
now: make a new intention
new intention: to record witness--directly into this blog entry, and publish this post by 11am.
okay: witness:
i tore, a second time through the same robb report magazine i used for day 1's collage. i found these two poems?
1. the old man and the sky
it's the sound that tells you you chose the best of the best
get inspired
it's what makes the good life great
time is life's most precious commodity.
spend it wisely.
this poem was found in the remaining fragments, after i felt the collage was "finished". i decided in its making that it was the kind of thing i'd like to hear from my old man in the sky--and so i felt that it was a kind of channeling of his words to me--his comfort and his encouragement in this moment in my life. and from his vantage point, up there in the sky, he can see now what he could not say before and speaks it to me in comforting ways through this accidental collaging. i decided to believe it--i know how it might sound to others--but since you get to make up anything you want about people you love all the time--but especially after they're dead, i made it up that this came to me from him. and it made me feel better for a moment.
found poem #2
this was the first bit of the collage that began to assert itself and i layed it out directly on the tape--and set it off by itself as the center piece of the back side of the collage--it says this:
GO THROUGH LIFE
icons and innovators
wild life
sparks my passion
it is my love
fantastic four
a precision
as beautiful and seductive
the past inspiring the future
an inspiring icon is reborn
don't simply purchase
one acquires
offering a true sense of well-being
in soul, body and mind...
recalibrate your spirit as your soul
letter perfect
the art of achievement
in the service of pioneers
and discoverers
the long road
a different take
the art
the world
the art
privileged travel
system of your dreams.
i added the tweezers held by the craftsman's hands as he moved the small hand of the watch dial to the position he wanted it in. i noted that the background, spilling over to this back, is the ad for a tequila--and exquisite tequila--the kind of stuff i once told myself i could drink all night long and still be sober.
i flip over the collage and see the heart that naturally tore itself out of the tequila ad--i see the blue eye and the black lace gloves of the woman, the tree in africa--some safari wilderness, the phantom grill of the coveted black rolls, the diamonds dripping in splashy blue water, the words, moving up from the sharp point of the heart dividing its chambers--woman's blue eye, black lace gloves and wet diamonds on one side, african tree growing into phantom luxury on the other. the words across the division: "we probably learned the hard way that our best opportunity in the industry is with the luxury, premium category."
(comment distraction on hubster "how to write a love poem")
back to witnessing the collage:
i see the precision instrument--the watch, the hours, the roman numerals the sun and moon, the zodiac signs, the months, the day, the intersecting bands of precision geometry intersecting in the circle of life worn on the wrist of some discerning soul. i see the perfect collaboration. i see another diamond against a baby blue and the splash it makes above these words: "once you sat down beneath a tree with the whole community and showed the game benefited them" and then the lonely blue chair against the darkening twilight, the deepening time of day. arriving in the bottom right i see the words: women who want tot make a memorable entrance. i see the full body of the cheetah--and then, again, just the tail. i see the wings and water. investing in personal passion. a big, thick, bold worth and a tiny, all caps, wealth in perspective under only the th, i see i was happy, hearts and soul, seeds of revolution, back, compelling perspectives, out of the heavenly blue, opens up a wold of freedom and adventure. ideas for life.
great leap forward.
no compromises.
house of blues.
we invite you.
teh sky may not be the limit.
true renewal of heart.
icons and innovators
the art of desire.
the art of crafts.
a hole heart, whole in the center of things--a kind of doorway to dreams.
i'm ten minutes early--even with the distraction.
i post now--at 10:50, ready to re-enter the world of my daughter
and nurse her back to health.
she's sick today--
so i can cuddle next to her
and bring her things
and attend to her and this home.
i will cancel my money making meetings-
and join her in my big bed for the day.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
starting the conversation
it is such arrogance to think that when one joins the conversation, one is starting it. i think about this on the journey toward my MA degree in transformative arts. it--this topic of transformation--is as ancient as alchemy. it is the study--the attention to detail--of the daily process of becoming. it seems, as i deepen my understanding, ever so slowly, that it is the art of paying attention. to see things in the seed--oak trees in the acorn--and to know, when planted deep and properly watered, there will, one day, be the grand ecosystem of tree that marks and makes for the miracle of all that lives in it, on it and from it.
it is this kind of faith--the farmers faith--in planting seeds--that i must cultivate. it is an ancient art, this transformation. it is no more and no less than being human.
it is this kind of faith--the farmers faith--in planting seeds--that i must cultivate. it is an ancient art, this transformation. it is no more and no less than being human.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
art as a spiritual practice by pat b. allen
so last night, finally, i took a break from my big pile of to dos and treated myself to a long, hot bath. i soaked. i ran the hottest water my body could stand, immersed myself, and turned page after page of pat b. allen's art as a spiritual practice. now this book, a precious gift from a wealthier self, has stood waiting for me to find it in the back row of my double lined bookshelves. a dear friend from class is deep in it, and i have just signed up for pat's class at jfku next semester, and just like they say at landmark (the landmark forum: http://www.landmarkeducation.com, whenever you sign up, that's when your forum starts.
mine has started with pat. pat, who's first book, art is a way of knowing, chronicled her emerging art practice at the beginning of her collaborative, public, studio transitions through the stories of her art and art making--going from public, collaborative, to private. i am, simultaneously, at the beginning of both books, but feel a kinship with this teacher of mine. instantly. from the awakenings of that first contact--at the jfku first ever holistic approaches to arts education conference last february, where she made space for me to enter my gradual graduate pursuit.
it was there the motif of body first emerged. it was there, where i felt all the women in my line, accompanying me to art school for the first? time? i feel them, still, with me, learning. and i feel her, (pat), too. (www.patballen.com and http://www.studiopardes.blogspot.com).
in the bathtub, submerged, i read and read and read voraciously, wishing i had a highlighter to bleed and drip over all the inspirational pages. this woman, this teacher, and all the learnings of her heart--well, she leads the way for me. i want, as i shared with her back then, to do the starbucks for the soul thing. she had a comment about it all--chronicled in a february post on blogspot. i continue, through the reading and the teaching, to show up for myself and learn.
there are so many extraordinary individuals on this art as spiritual practice path. i am honored to find them, to see them visible and in the world, to hear them, to read their words, to take their pieces and add mine to the puzzle of knowing and working to find, make, create a place for this testimonial space of truth. no more a seeker, i become a finder. i continue. i continue. i continue to piece together my heritage and legacy--and i am honored by this place in the web.
mine has started with pat. pat, who's first book, art is a way of knowing, chronicled her emerging art practice at the beginning of her collaborative, public, studio transitions through the stories of her art and art making--going from public, collaborative, to private. i am, simultaneously, at the beginning of both books, but feel a kinship with this teacher of mine. instantly. from the awakenings of that first contact--at the jfku first ever holistic approaches to arts education conference last february, where she made space for me to enter my gradual graduate pursuit.
it was there the motif of body first emerged. it was there, where i felt all the women in my line, accompanying me to art school for the first? time? i feel them, still, with me, learning. and i feel her, (pat), too. (www.patballen.com and http://www.studiopardes.blogspot.com).
in the bathtub, submerged, i read and read and read voraciously, wishing i had a highlighter to bleed and drip over all the inspirational pages. this woman, this teacher, and all the learnings of her heart--well, she leads the way for me. i want, as i shared with her back then, to do the starbucks for the soul thing. she had a comment about it all--chronicled in a february post on blogspot. i continue, through the reading and the teaching, to show up for myself and learn.
there are so many extraordinary individuals on this art as spiritual practice path. i am honored to find them, to see them visible and in the world, to hear them, to read their words, to take their pieces and add mine to the puzzle of knowing and working to find, make, create a place for this testimonial space of truth. no more a seeker, i become a finder. i continue. i continue. i continue to piece together my heritage and legacy--and i am honored by this place in the web.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
transformation arts professionals
so i've gone to vistaprint--back when i was stronger--and in a fit of confidence i made up a company called transformation arts professionals. and i made business cards. and i wrote a little catch phrase about transforming work, school and suburban environments. and i outlined a business plan. and i invited friends to collaborate. and in envisioned a kind of headhunter/placement agency that offered the right transformation professional for the particular ailment of the culture in question--and i convinced myself of the need for this kind of business--a business that gets gigs for transformative artists and puts them in environments where their particular kind of magic can make its biggest impact...
and then i had sixteen people in my house for 45 days
and then i got tired
and lost my vision
and got scared
and gave up
but today, i said goodbye to my last houseguest
right before i picked up a friend's kids for the night
and, well, i stumbled upon a vlog by suziblu
and remembered how important transformation is to people
who are otherwise stuck in cubicles and cars and apartments and big sprawling houses with too many people in them
and i found a shred of something that was so sure of itself only a few short months ago
and i am following that shred of possibility
and recording its existence
and breathing deep
for the dream
if you are someone who might want to play, please let me know who you are...
and then i had sixteen people in my house for 45 days
and then i got tired
and lost my vision
and got scared
and gave up
but today, i said goodbye to my last houseguest
right before i picked up a friend's kids for the night
and, well, i stumbled upon a vlog by suziblu
and remembered how important transformation is to people
who are otherwise stuck in cubicles and cars and apartments and big sprawling houses with too many people in them
and i found a shred of something that was so sure of itself only a few short months ago
and i am following that shred of possibility
and recording its existence
and breathing deep
for the dream
if you are someone who might want to play, please let me know who you are...
Friday, February 23, 2007
feedback on the big idea
i am blessed to have really smart friends all over the world--that are thoughtful, profitable business owners who have thought through their particular creative offering and found a way for it to benefit themselves and others. one such friend, who will remain nameless until i ask him if i can share his name, offered me this, by way of the big idea and enthusiasm i sent his way:
Ok, I will throw some random ideas at you! Maybe it's all obvious or stuff you've thought of already or totally irrelevant, but I don't know much about your project! Since I don't know much I tend to think more of the nuts and bolts aspect.
Problem: continuity of ideas: Every "idealistic" group thing I've come into contact with has fallen apart at some point. For example, our boys have gone to two different alternative schools (something dear to me), and both schools fell apart (though they lasted quite a while). One problem is that the founding ideas of the schools got diluted over time, old people left, new people came in and they didn't quite get the message. Continuity was lost. If there are many of these art transformation hangouts across the country how do you maintain a continuity of your ideas? What is the "DNA" of your project that restores order after the system has had a shock?
problem: dealing with psychopaths. Another problem with both of those schools and other organizations I've been involved in is that insane people destroy them. Does that seem like a strange thing to say? But that's what I've seen! There is a significant percentage of the population that are sociopaths. They manage to move into positions of power, no matter how "idealistic", nice, hippy, healthy, organic, small, wholesome the enterprise may be. They then team up with another sociopath, hire/appoint incompetent but obedient people, then they destroy everything. Everybody else is shocked and can't believe anyone would behave that way, they don't understand what has happened, but their realization is too late. They let it happen because they couldn't imagine such a thing.
I think any kind of organization needs to be able to recognize and deal with these kinds of people. If all companies, countries, organizations of any kind did that, the world would be a much happier place. Maybe organize things so psychopaths won't be attracted to it, i.e. avoid concentration of power.
structure: a fast food chain brings to mind the cookie cutter uniformity that has infested the world. But I don't think transformative artists would want to wear brown polyester uniforms would they? Do the "franchises" grow organically, develop their own personality, grow into their community, but still remain true to your idea? Chains have some horrible headquarters person go from store to store telling the franchise managers everything they are doing wrong. How do you keep the franchises more or less in line without being a dictator?
Maybe you need some innovative kind of power structure. It seems a lot of successful companies are well managed because they are run by benevolent super-predators (think steve jobs). Would that work with artists or souls? Maybe power needs to be diffuse but coherent, everybody is empowered. Corporatism drains peoples' and places' souls away, just the opposite of what you want to do. The way capitalism works today is basically a feudal system. Or maybe a food chain. Is that what you want? (I'm not anti capitalism BTW). The way money and power flow could make or break your enterprise, it could utterly corrupt it or set it free.
Is food or drink a part of the equation? Is it a place you can hang out? Is it safe for people to walk in from the street because they are curious, without feeling intimidated?
Speaking of fast food chains... I don't know if this is true, but I heard McDonalds makes most of its money from the real estate occupied by the franchises, not by selling "food". Maybe a parallel activity like that could feed the organization. Of course it's likely the money side would end up eating the art side. Maybe something to consider though.
Are you going to build these in the middle of mall parking lots, or will they happen in special places? It seems you are seeking to undermine the void of suburbia, so maybe the mall is the place for it. But suburbanites do crave some vestige of "authenticity" (I think of westport in KC, been decades since I've been there...), so maybe a special place would be appropriate? Rehabilitate that proverbial funky warehouse by the river? Find a cool, spiritually minded architect who knows how to build things cheap.
Internet should be exploited, non? It's free and accessible to all. Maybe an online version with fun things to do leading people to the brick and mortar people spaces?
Speaking of brick and mortar, I've been reading a very enlightening architecture book called "A Pattern Language" by Christopher Alexander. It really helps to understand how to design spaces where life can do its thing. I've found it helpful in rearranging things in our little house, it's led me to create some new little spaces where I like to spend time, almost like having new rooms! He goes into how to balance private and public space, how to create a link to the outside world while maintaining intimacy, etc... But especially his approach could be applied to just about anything, not just architecture.
Maybe I'll think of more later, but that's enough for now!
Ok, I will throw some random ideas at you! Maybe it's all obvious or stuff you've thought of already or totally irrelevant, but I don't know much about your project! Since I don't know much I tend to think more of the nuts and bolts aspect.
Problem: continuity of ideas: Every "idealistic" group thing I've come into contact with has fallen apart at some point. For example, our boys have gone to two different alternative schools (something dear to me), and both schools fell apart (though they lasted quite a while). One problem is that the founding ideas of the schools got diluted over time, old people left, new people came in and they didn't quite get the message. Continuity was lost. If there are many of these art transformation hangouts across the country how do you maintain a continuity of your ideas? What is the "DNA" of your project that restores order after the system has had a shock?
problem: dealing with psychopaths. Another problem with both of those schools and other organizations I've been involved in is that insane people destroy them. Does that seem like a strange thing to say? But that's what I've seen! There is a significant percentage of the population that are sociopaths. They manage to move into positions of power, no matter how "idealistic", nice, hippy, healthy, organic, small, wholesome the enterprise may be. They then team up with another sociopath, hire/appoint incompetent but obedient people, then they destroy everything. Everybody else is shocked and can't believe anyone would behave that way, they don't understand what has happened, but their realization is too late. They let it happen because they couldn't imagine such a thing.
I think any kind of organization needs to be able to recognize and deal with these kinds of people. If all companies, countries, organizations of any kind did that, the world would be a much happier place. Maybe organize things so psychopaths won't be attracted to it, i.e. avoid concentration of power.
structure: a fast food chain brings to mind the cookie cutter uniformity that has infested the world. But I don't think transformative artists would want to wear brown polyester uniforms would they? Do the "franchises" grow organically, develop their own personality, grow into their community, but still remain true to your idea? Chains have some horrible headquarters person go from store to store telling the franchise managers everything they are doing wrong. How do you keep the franchises more or less in line without being a dictator?
Maybe you need some innovative kind of power structure. It seems a lot of successful companies are well managed because they are run by benevolent super-predators (think steve jobs). Would that work with artists or souls? Maybe power needs to be diffuse but coherent, everybody is empowered. Corporatism drains peoples' and places' souls away, just the opposite of what you want to do. The way capitalism works today is basically a feudal system. Or maybe a food chain. Is that what you want? (I'm not anti capitalism BTW). The way money and power flow could make or break your enterprise, it could utterly corrupt it or set it free.
Is food or drink a part of the equation? Is it a place you can hang out? Is it safe for people to walk in from the street because they are curious, without feeling intimidated?
Speaking of fast food chains... I don't know if this is true, but I heard McDonalds makes most of its money from the real estate occupied by the franchises, not by selling "food". Maybe a parallel activity like that could feed the organization. Of course it's likely the money side would end up eating the art side. Maybe something to consider though.
Are you going to build these in the middle of mall parking lots, or will they happen in special places? It seems you are seeking to undermine the void of suburbia, so maybe the mall is the place for it. But suburbanites do crave some vestige of "authenticity" (I think of westport in KC, been decades since I've been there...), so maybe a special place would be appropriate? Rehabilitate that proverbial funky warehouse by the river? Find a cool, spiritually minded architect who knows how to build things cheap.
Internet should be exploited, non? It's free and accessible to all. Maybe an online version with fun things to do leading people to the brick and mortar people spaces?
Speaking of brick and mortar, I've been reading a very enlightening architecture book called "A Pattern Language" by Christopher Alexander. It really helps to understand how to design spaces where life can do its thing. I've found it helpful in rearranging things in our little house, it's led me to create some new little spaces where I like to spend time, almost like having new rooms! He goes into how to balance private and public space, how to create a link to the outside world while maintaining intimacy, etc... But especially his approach could be applied to just about anything, not just architecture.
Maybe I'll think of more later, but that's enough for now!
Monday, February 19, 2007
call for stories: new book on spiritual entrepreneurship-a history & guide of transformative artists and the wealth they create in our world
it occurs to me, in my enthusiasm to create, that there might already be a billion dollar industry in transformative arts. and so, as a way of researching to determine if this is true, i am inviting stories of spirit led enterprise. it's my hypothesis that true transformative artists are the biggest grossing professionals in our world community. and so, if you've got a story or know of one, please let me know about it--so that it can inform this new book project.
thanks!
thanks!
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