Another year is coming to a close,
it’s a time for reflection and letting go of all that has passed. There have
been moments of both great sadness and great joy, moments when I wished
things had turned out differently. I have made some good friends and I have lost some. There have been
lessons learned in almost all situations and where I have yet to learn still, I
expect I will keep being given those same difficult situations !
The word I chose last year to run
through my artwork was ‘uncertainty’ . Not uncertain where my life was going
but not expecting too much and going with the flow. My work has certainly been
varied this year, wanting to explore what came from living in a different environment. The lastest intuitive painting certainly has
a air of uncertainty about it and I am loving that.
I am not yet sure what my word for
2015 will be, but I have a few days to think about it.
Things are changing fast and I am
still enjoying the buzz of wondering where the next chapter will lead.
Just waiting !
10 Zen stories to inspire thought.
Wishing you all a very happy and prosperous New Year
1. A Cup of Tea
Nan-in, a Japanese master during the Meiji era (1868-1912),
received a university professor who came to inquire about Zen.
Nan-in served tea. He poured his visitor’s cup full, and
then kept on pouring.
The professor watched the overflow until he no longer could
restrain himself. “It is overfull. No more will go in!”
“Like this cup,” Nan-in said, “you are full of your own
opinions and speculations. How can I show you Zen unless you first empty your
2. The Burden
Two monks were returning to the monastery in the evening. It
had rained and there were puddles of water on the road sides. At one place a
beautiful young woman was standing unable to walk accross because of a puddle
of water. The elder of the two monks went up to a her lifted her and left her
on the other side of the road, and continued his way to the monastery.
In the evening the younger monk came to the elder monk and
said, “Sir, as monks, we cannot touch a woman ?”
The elder monk answered “yes, brother”.
Then the younger monk asks again, “but then Sir, how is that
you lifted that woman on the roadside ?”
The elder monk smiled at him and told him ” I left her on
the other side of the road, but you are still carrying her.”
3. Finding a Piece of the Truth
One day Mara, the Evil One, was traveling through the
villages of India with his attendants. he saw a man doing walking meditation
whose face was lit up on wonder. The man had just discovered something on the
ground in front of him. Mara’s attendant asked what that was and Mara replied,
“A piece of truth.”
“Doesn’t this bother you when someone finds a piece of
truth, O Evil One?” his attendant asked. “No,” Mara replied. “Right after this,
they usually make a belief out of it.”
4. The Other Side
One day a young Buddhist on his journey home came to the
banks of a wide river. Staring hopelessly at the great obstacle in front of
him, he pondered for hours on just how to cross such a wide barrier. Just as he
was about to give up his pursuit to continue his journey he saw a great teacher
on the other side of the river. The young Buddhist yells over to the teacher,
“Oh wise one, can you tell me how to get to the other side of this river”?
The teacher ponders for a moment looks up and down the river
and yells back, “My son, you are on the other side”.
5. Is That So?
The Zen master Hakuin was praised by his neighbors as one
living a pure life.
A beautiful Japanese girl whose parents owned a food store
lived near him. Suddenly, without any warning, her parents discovered she was
This made her parents very angry. She would not confess who
the man was, but after much harassment at last named Hakuin.
In great anger the parents went to the master. “Is that so?”
was all he would say.
When the child was born, the parents brought it to the
Hakuin, who now was viewed as a pariah by the whole village. They demanded that
he take care of the child since it was his responsibility. “Is that so?” Hakuin
said calmly as he accepted the child.
A year later the girl-mother could stand it no longer. She
told her parents the truth – that the real father of the child was a young man
who worked in the fishmarket.
The mother and father of the girl at once went to Hakuin to
ask his forgiveness, to apologize at length, and to get the child back again.
Hakuin was willing. In yielding the child, all he said was:
“Is that so?”
Once upon the time there was an old farmer who had worked
his crops for many years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news,
his neighbors came to visit. “Such bad luck,” they said sympathetically.
“Maybe,” the farmer replied.
The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it three
other wild horses. “How wonderful,” the neighbors exclaimed.
“Maybe,” replied the old man.
The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed
horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbors again came to offer their
sympathy on his misfortune.
“Maybe,” answered the farmer.
The day after, military officials came to the village to
draft young men into the army. Seeing that the son’s leg was broken, they
passed him by. The neighbors congratulated the farmer on how well things had
“Maybe,” said the farmer.
One day while walking through the wilderness a man stumbled
upon a vicious tiger. He ran but soon came to the edge of a high cliff.
Desperate to save himself, he climbed down a vine and dangled over the fatal
As he hung there, two mice appeared from a hole in the cliff
and began gnawing on the vine.
Suddenly, he noticed on the vine a plump wild strawberry. He
plucked it and popped it in his mouth. It was incredibly delicious!
8. The Blind Men and the Elephant
Several citizens ran into a hot argument about God and
different religions, and each one could not agree to a common answer. So they
came to the Lord Buddha to find out what exactly God looks like.
The Buddha asked his disciples to get a large magnificent
elephant and four blind men. He then brought the four blind to the elephant and
told them to find out what the elephant would “look” like.
The first blind men touched the elephant leg and reported
that it “looked” like a pillar. The second blind man touched the elephant tummy
and said that an elephant was a wall. The third blind man touched the elephant
ear and said that it was a piece of cloth. The fourth blind man hold on to the
tail and described the elephant as a piece of rope. And all of them ran into a
hot argument about the “appearance” of an elephant.
The Buddha asked the citizens: “Each blind man had touched
the elephant but each of them gives a different description of the animal.
Which answer is right?”
9. Right and Wrong
When Bankei held his seclusion-weeks of meditation, pupils
from many parts of Japan came to attend. During one of these gatherings a pupil
was caught stealing. The matter was reported to Bankei with the request that
the culprit be expelled. Bankei ignored the case.
Later the pupil was caught in a similar act, and again
Bankei disregarded the matter. This angered the other pupils, who drew up a
petition asking for the dismissal of the thief, stating that otherwise they would
leave in a body.
When Bankei had read the petition he called everyone before
him. “You are wise brothers,” he told them. “You know what is right and what is
not right. You may go somewhere else to study if you wish, but this poor
brother does not even know right from wrong. Who will teach him if I do not? I
am going to keep him here even if all the rest of you leave.”
A torrent of tears cleansed the face of the brother who had
stolen. All desire to steal had vanished.
10. Nothing Exists
Yamaoka Tesshu, as a young student of Zen, visited one
master after another. He called upon Dokuon of Shokoku.
Desiring to show his attainment, he said: “The mind, Buddha,
and sentient beings, after all, do not exist. The true nature of phenomena is
emptiness. There is no realization, no delusion, no sage, no mediocrity. There
is no giving and nothing to be received.”
Dokuon, who was smoking quietly, said nothing. Suddenly he
whacked Yamaoka with his bamboo pipe. This made the youth quite angry.
“If nothing exists,”
inquired Dokuon, “where did this anger come from
We are planning an exhibition in the New Year based on self portraits. There will be two portraits of each of us, one done by ourselves and the other by one of the other artists. Should be fun ! We are tossing a coin as to who we get to paint so that there is no favouritism. The object of the exersise is not to produce a likeness but more of an interpretation.....
Anyway, here is my self portrait. An intuitive painting that took about five hours or so. I really had no idea what I would do when I started and just let it evolve. I think there is probably quite a lot you could read into this !
The day started like this
Detail. I can see a day of the dead mask in here. Three faces, where do they start and end ?
I was going to do a post on the koan ' The whole world is medicine' but I wouldn't have explained myself as elequently as John Tarrant. So read his article HERE
''Koans have a status as luminous fragments, little stories
that are doorways. The phrase ‘the whole world is medicine’ is a short form,
convenient and portable, that opens into something beyond itself.'' JT
I was going to talk about how this new style of painting is a medicine. This whole process of being involved in an artist's community is medicine. Step by step I have lived my way into a healing process and discovered something beautiful as a result. But I think I will alow the viewer to weave their own story around these latest works !
The forecast threatened storms today but by 9am the sky was beautifully blue and the sun was shinning. Taking advantage of the sun, caught the 9.45 ferry and drove to Little Armier, not ten minutes from Cirkewwa.
It's a beautiful walk around the headland and at this time of year not a soul in sight.
A collapsed cave at Little Armier. People tombstone off this in the Summer.
Looking back to Comino and Gozo
This what Sundays are about. Dog walk followed by a picnic and a bottle of wine on the beach in 19c. You may notice I'm wearing a thick jumpeer but the wind was picking up as the storm slowly moved in and your blood thins when you live in a hot country !
I am sure you all know the Hans Christian Andersen fairy story 'The Red Shoes'. Briefly: A child covets a beautiful pair of red shoes. She persaudes her mother to have the shoemaker make her a pair, but she is forbidden to wear the sinful shoes to church as people will gossip. The child finally disobeys her mother's wishes and wears the shoes to church. A strange soldier comments on the red shoes and how they are beautiful dancing shoes. The shoes start to twirl and whirl uncontrolably and the child cannot stop the dancing. She becomes desperate as the shoes dance endlessly into the night and the next day. She is forced to plead with the executioner to cut off her feet. Which he does. The shoes continue to dance away with the severed feet inside. The child is repentant and dies.
To continue with my recent obsession, intuitive painting, I have interpreted the story in this piece.
The painting is full of whirling and twirling as I dance and paint through my subconcious. In the story it is not the joy of life that kills the spirit of the child, but the lack of it. Perhaps the moral of this tragic tale is that if we deny ourselves our true creative soul, we too will dance in addiction, whirling and twirling uncontrollably in the red shoes. The lives of many creatives have, through suppressing their true psyche, ended in tragedy !