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Afterward they wanted us to journal our observations from it. I wanted to preserve my thoughts somewhere besides a piece of paper that I will most likely lose.
Movement. The swirling unknown. A part of me is clinging to the past yet the rest of me is reaching to the future; the unknown. My roots are planted in rock and I am precariously hanging to the cliff afraid to take the leap. I can see myself stretching. Grasping. Reaching. There are faces in the rock. Some stern and disapproving. There are hands withing the rock holding me in place; keeping me from jumping. There are no leaves on the tree. I can't have new growth until I jump from the cliff. I need to let the fog of the unknown envelop me in its embrace. There is a great vast otherworld beyond the fog and I want to see it. I am strong. I can withstand anything. I. Can. Do. This.
The night before they had us take a piece of clay, and with our eyes closed, create a representation of where we are now. I made an hand reaching up. Then, we took a piece of posterboard and drew a place in which we could ground the sculpture. I scribbled a bunch of ick.
Compared to the bowls and smiley faces the other retreaters made this looks pretty morbid, but oh well. It is me.
I made pottery with a wheel for the first time today and I absolutely loved it. I think I am hooked. The instructor (who was pretty damn cute) said I was a natural. He may have been talking out if his ass but the attention whore in me loved it :).
Before lunch I took a walk around the grounds.
I know this last picture. Ten paces east of the large sycamore in the background, you will find my first girlfriend. Man I miss her...FUCKING WHORE I HATE YOU!!! Hope your retreat is neato torpedo, have fun, get centered.
ReplyDeleteDid this cute instructor reenact the scene from Ghost with you, Unchained Melody and all.
You know all this is made up psycho-babble BS right?
ReplyDeleteA tree that jumps from the cliff side...becomes unrooted and dies.
Your pic is the tree looking for light to grow in...and being surrounded by fog that blocks the sun.
Of course, I'm also making stuff up...
I can do it all day long...
Next thing you know, I'll be redefining already established ideas and concepts into something new and easily exploited for personal gain and writing books about it and holding retreats for people to attend...
But, unlike the one you're at, mine will have a hobby horse...
;)
Memo: There was no reenactment from Ghost, but the thought did cross my mind. If it wasn't so far away I would probably take lessons just so I could flirt. I am terrible...
ReplyDeleteAaron: Don't be such an ass. I am actually getting something out of this.
Oh now Mary...I just had a nice long conversation with a Young Earther...who thought the Earth (and existance) was about 6,000 years old. He couldn't quite understand that if such were the case, we couldn't see stars and other outer space objects that were more than 6,000 light years distant.
ReplyDeleteIf that don't bring the snark out and the general derission for spiritualism...I don't knowwhat will.
Hope you had some fun though
Aaron: Oh I understand that, but keep in mind, I don't think jesus is damming everyone to hell, nor do I think the dinosaur bones were placed in the earth by the devil. Jeez.
ReplyDeleteI would not have the patience to go on any religious retreat. Catholic school tainted me. Bloody evil nuns.
ReplyDeleteMmmm..I love the wheel and the texture of the medium. Tis' sensual.
So, that picture of the soft looking green-that is on religious property? My first thought was, damn I would love to have some dirty sex right there. Long hard sweaty turf destroying sex. Honestly. I then looked at the other picture and thought to myself, damn that would end in disaster. Too many sticks and most likely laden with ticks.
BB, have enjoyed viewing your art. It has a desperation about it. I find desperation beautiful. I also enjoyed reading the banter with your friend Aaron. He is snarky shit, no?
He is indeed snarky shit.
ReplyDeleteThose pics were taken on religious property. All of the pics were. You know, I had a thought of sneaking one of my previous "friends" into my room :P That would have damned me instantly, I think. :D
I am glad you like my art. It tends to have a lot of movement in it.