Thursday, 17 September 2020

Notes on General Concept

 

On the Concept of the Wood Forms:
 
Generally speaking, the concept has evolved over the course of the wood forms' career, beginning with solid forms and morphing into hollow expressions of light, open invitations. Not to say that solid forms will not emerge at present, but in the interest in outlining the main stream of movement, this is the case. From the outset some aspects of the approach remain unchanged; namely, the necessity of a penetrating mind state (which unfailingly involves lucidity, peace and passion) from which curious forms may emerge on paper; and, the highly abstract conceptual direction where contours, solids and space act not as signs, symbols or concrete representations but as a vocabulary in and of themselves used in the composition of visual poetry, if you will, where in critical retrospective deconstruction the parts and whole may be identified as representations of metaphysical subjects of inquiry. As a material structure, the sculptures inevitably exploit physical ideas such as pull, tension, duality, harmony, compromise, mutuality, interdependence, inseparability, intrinsic non-duality, spatial interaction as equal partner, and dynamic structural balance. It may be interesting to note that these physical concepts may have assumed a greater focus in the earliest instances in titles such as "Arch", "Stretch", "Reach" and "Symbiosis".

Monday, 7 September 2020

Freeform No.3


Amidst the enveloping light
The scene's scrambling commotion
Available to the greater view—

Sudden blindness ceases not
The continuity of motion
Even at rest—

From the droning silence
Emerge empty attacks
And thunderstorms of peace

MS2020

Thursday, 3 September 2020

The Onlooker No.1

 The Onlooker No.1 - September 3rd, 2020

 

 

The vast space between the onlooker and the nearby plant
Seemed like infinity.
Eyes shut—

Eyes open.
The streak of illumination
Penetrated the dusty air,
Setting aglow
The slowly migrating patches
Of grey particles—

Meanwhile outside,
The bending light made people
Crook their necks in mystery—
“How could something so miraculous
Happen so effortlessly?
Why can’t we grasp anything?
By the time we reach for it
It’s already gone!”—

In his dream, suffocating volumes
Of sparkling glitter
Flowed in
In waving walls of pressure—

His eyes were flooded
With abrasive light
And crystalline powder—

Immobilized in a seated posture,
He drifted
In space.
So light yet so weighted
Was his being—

Outside, the loud speaker
Crackled with electronic
Amplification
As the deafening horn tore through
The occupied crowds—

The massive gathering
Began to rise above the ground
Whilst in a state of inattention.
The onlooker then knew
Where he was and regained
His footing.

MS2020

Thursday, 20 August 2020

The Answers Were There - A Short Poem

 The wanderer traverses
Vast lands
In search of the jewell—

On the journey
Short glimpses do disturb,
Slightly stirring up
Vast questions—

Beneath the encrusted
Questions, the answers
Were always there,
Shining in the darkness
Of quiet suffocation
And smothering damnation—

The innocence of an animal,
The infinitesimal divisions of time,
The unceasing motion,
And the smiling heart.

MS2020

The Essence of Relationship No.1 - 2020 






  

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Sunday, 9 August 2020

A morning note

The stillness of the morning air
Spreading misty forest fumes
Across the horizon—

The million year old scents
Do tint the city scape
With reminders of old—

And presently,
The sweet combo
Of rather classical tech
Amidst the mother's
Arms and breath
Does send shockwaves
Of potential and vitality
Purging through the spine.

MS2020

Thursday, 6 August 2020

Another Day

Another Day
___________

Volumes of light rain
Gently descended
Upon the city streets—

The quiet morning
Was accented by
The light grey uniform sky
And the unperturbed call
Of the gull—

The slight sway of the trees
Reminded the scene was real
And not a photograph,
The day was about to begin,
A day like billions before it,
Through trillions of eyes,
Ears and hands.
Could all this activity
Lead back to one mind?—
The heart of man,
The heart of love?

MS2020

Thursday, 30 July 2020

The walk of a thousand walks - A short poem

The walk of a thousand walks

The sun beamed with bright intensity,
The strength of Life—

Walking out by trees and cars,
Life dawned again and again
A thousand times over—

We feel, see, hear
But the ground is closer—

The sun burns down
Hotter in its cry—

"Now is all!
I shine for you.
I love you.
For we shine together
And all is you."

~MS2020

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Being No.1 - 2020