If only for once it were still.
If the not quite right and the why is
could be muted, and the neighbor’s laughter,
and the static my senses make–
if all of it didn’t keep me from coming awake–

Then in one vast thousandfold thought
I could think you up to where thinking ends.

I could possess you,
even for the brevity of a smile,
to offer you
to all that lives,
in gladness.

The Book of Hours, I,7 – Rilke

To be creative, the not quite right voice must be muted. The critical voice paralyzes experimentation. The perfectionist mind forbids stumbling– and stumbling is necessary for discovery. If you want your work to be alive, to be authentic, to come from the seed that is yours–the dragon of perfectionism must be slain. As makers, the key is to participate fully, to lose ourselves in the act of creating. There is bravery, and perhaps even faith, in being willing to fail. 

I have decided upon the theme for my classes next year (Taos and St Meinrad are posted: http://www.lauriedoctor.com/new-events/). For a workshop to be meaningful to me, and hopefully, to my students, my teaching has to address fundamental questions about how to operate: How does one work? How do you paint? How do you know where to begin? What holds your work together? How and when do you put together image and text?

The theme for next year is absence and presence.  The blank page, the white canvas– these are universal symbols of absence for the writer, painter, calligrapher, or maker. Fear and doubt often rise to the surface. It is humbling. How, I wonder, can I ever improve on the possibility inherent in this nothingness? 

The urge to fill absence with presence impels every urge to write, draw, perform, paint and tell stories. Absence is the creative force, the initiation, the spark, for the making of anything “new". Without this, we are just “cranking things out”– which is a temptation, as it seems much easier, and often quicker. Still, I know that cranking things out depletes me– while allowing something to emerge from the presences that gather around absence is confirming on the deepest level. It is this that leads to an (albeit unpredictable and fleeting) effortless flow in my work.

For over six months I have been writing letters to an artist in Colorado. The rules were that whatever we sent had to be in a seven inch square format and the actual piece had to be stamped, canceled and sent by Pony Express– the Post Office. During this period we were allowed no other form of communication– no email, phone, or social media. My partner and I agreed on a monthly rhythm of sending correspondence that included time in each of our respective woods, without even a camera, and parallel uninterrupted time in our studios. We were propelled by curiosity– about discoveries in the natural world, and about how this mid-1800's way of dialoging would work. (The telephone was invented in 1876).

Exhibit opening June 2 at the Project Shop Gallery: http://max.ink/

http://www.deborahjonesart.com/about/

This week I am thinking about spring– the unquenchable return of the warblers, the eastern bluebirds making their nest, and the first glimmer of color in crocus and wild iris. On a walk in the winter-woods in March, when song was absent, there was all at once a noise in the air that was new. It was too early for cicadas, and too late for sleigh bells, what was it? The spring peepers! Those tiny tree frogs that begin their chorus in early spring. And what follows are the robins, cardinals and mockingbirds that begin to sing again.

The exultation of spring was partnered by the sudden knowledge that someone dear and close to my heart had fallen seriously ill. How do I hold both of these experiences? What did William Stafford really mean when he said welcome whatever comes? 

Do not measure in terms of time: one year or ten years means nothing.
For the artist there is no counting or tallying up; just ripening
like the tree that does not force its sap and endures the storms
of spring without fearing that summer will not come. But it will come. 
It comes, however, only to the patient ones who stand there as if all
eternity lay before them– vast, still, untroubled. I learn this every day
of my life, I learn it from hardships I am grateful for: patience is all.

– Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

What do you do with the push against time? How do you ripen like the tree?

            In this short life that only lasts an hour how much                                               how little is within our power  

                     – Emily Dickinson

The 2017 classes and travel began in St Louis this month. William Stafford said of his students:

It is not my job to praise or blame, but in the end, to be envious of their work.

This is what happens, in the end, I get to be envious of what my students have done. I only have a few photos– and so this is merely a glimpse of the work done in three days. Here are some samples of work with the "Greek" alphabet I am developing– and exercises in mark making and abstract painting. All of the images below are from the books the students made and stitched in class. The materials we used are watercolor, sumi ink, china marker and graphite.

Variations of this "Greek" alphabet have been developing over ten years– and more recently because the St Meinrad library– where I spend time on retreat– has many wonderful old books. Dozens of the books and manuscripts were carried over the sea by ship from Europe more than a hundred years ago, and date from a much older time.

How do you deepen your art?

I see a work of art not as a thing in itself, but as a door that opens both ways: out into the world, and inward to your soul. The timeless contemplative practices of going deeper cultivate making as a discovery. This way of operating is participatory, rather than asserting your will. It is based on the assumption that the creative process is inherently sacred, an exchange with something larger than yourself. It is, in fact, a blissful opportunity to forget yourself, your lists, your self-image, your ability, your age, etc. Freshness, power and magnetism in your work comes from depth, not from cleverness. To paraphrase Gerald Manley Hopkins: 

  There lives the dearest freshness in deep down things

How can you know what is arising within you? Long before this constant parade of information, Leonardo da Vinci, in his Notebook, implored us to stop. He believed talent is not so much something one is born with, as something that can be cultivated. He gives us ways to increase our talent by describing a contemplative device, by giving us a way to pause, a method to access our imagination. He confirms that both imagination and talent are faculties that we can develop indirectly by simply paying attention.

Stories and poetry have truth that is timeless, a truth that doesn't change with cultural conditions or politics. To create, we must turn away from the external chaos, and pause and turn within ourselves. As makers, our task is to keep that voice alive, especially in these times of great confusion. Here is Rilke's advice to a young poet:

Think, dear (one), of the world you carry within you... be it remembrance of childhood or longing for your own future. Only be attentive to what is arising in you, and prize it above all that you perceive around you. What happens most deeply inside you is worthy of your whole love. Work with that and don't waste too much time and courage explaining it to other people.

The theme in my classes this year, inspired by my students, is Deepen Your Art Through Daily Practice. I am developing short exercises for lettering, painting and writing that are both active and contemplative. These classes are for anyone who has an interest in making and contemplation– allowing being to inform your doing. What is important is that it is not only your doing (what you make) that changes, but also what you bring to your doing. The awareness that you carry into to your work is an invisible, unmeasurable, dimensional shift. This is what is required for your work to become your own.

For these classes I have also developed a "Greek inspired alphabet" that can be easily taught to beginners or advanced students.

There is space left in the March 4-6 class in St Louis, as well as my classes this summer and fall in Germany (August) with Sabine Danielzig http://www.briefundsiegel.net/, Italy (September) and Ghost Ranch (October) with Barbara Griek http://www.lauriedoctor.com/new-events/ . 

In 2018 I will teach again in St Louis, St Meinrad, Taos, Sitka and Basalt, as well as Naropa University in Boulder, CO.

Please come if you can! I'd love to hear from you.

The tasks that are entrusted to us are often difficult. Almost everything that matters is difficult, and everything matters. – Letters to a Young Poet, Rilke

I think one of the most difficult tasks is to talk open heartedly to each other– by that I mean not just across race, gender and age, but to each other: Trump supporters, Hillary supporters, Bernie supporters. All these allegiances have their reasons.

I don't write about politics. You have all heard about the march, or perhaps you were in DC (or another city!) this weekend– where more than four million people across the globe, of all ages, races and religions gathered. We had no security checks, no violence and no fear.  It was an extraordinary experience of being in the midst of what is most admirable in human beings. 

We marched in harmony, good humor and kindness, all the way to the Washington Monument. The only policeman we saw along the way was when my friend and I climbed onto the roof behind the Smithsonian in order to see Gloria Steinem. Everyone down from the roof the policeman shouted. Once we were all back on the ground, he ran along the high wall, waving his arms as the crowd clapped and cheered for him.