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Friday, 11 December 2020

On "Adaptability and the Indestructible Nature of the Whole No.1" Sculpture - 2019

Adaptability and the Indestructible Nature of the Whole No.1

 

Carved from Western Red Cedar, Adaptability and the Indestructible Nature of the Whole No.1 stands on three points of contact with the ground providing structural balance in combination with the organic movement of the parts. It is carved from one piece of wood with latitudinal grain orientation. It remains showing its natural surface, polished with fine grit sandpaper.

Contemplating on the inseparability of nature, I came upon a sense of profound appreciation of this physical world. No action is isolated, but contained within an environment, or rather is wholly a part of that environment. We tend to focus on visible matter but when a tennis ball travels over the net, the air is as important as the ball. Likewise, when we listen to music, it is the vibrations travelling through the air which reach our ears.
 

Upon deep reflection, the circular nature of events contains an order. This order is so balanced and immovable. It quenches all fallacy instantaneously. Moreover, any disturbance in this order, like a ripple in the pond eventually dissipates back into the surrounding environment.

This cosmic order, call it Justice,
So pure its objectivity,
So clean and crisp its power.

I revere its majesty,
But who reveres?
Another ripple in the pond,
A disturbance finding order.

Before I merge back
Into the great oneness,
May I merge into Order
And dance with the Cosmos.

The first and last lesson
From the great master—
How soon will we see?
In the timeless arena,
We already know.
For the answer is in the question—
Tomorrow is now.

~Mike Sasaki 2019

Space No.1

Space No.1

Walking in woods
Amber leaves crunching
Under light steps

Crisp air cleanses
Body as nourishment
Passes through flora
And fauna alike

Nature's outdoor home
Welcomes all indescriminately
As creation tumbles forth
In smooth acts of timeless growth

MS2020
 
 

Monday, 7 December 2020

Free Form Poem No.5

 

The dangling drip

Suspended loosely

At the bottom of

The thawing icicle—


Nature's whim

The droplet of icey

Water swaying most

Gently along the 

Rounded tip—


At times

About to give way

To the earth's great

Void but then

Not yet,

Not yet—

 

The biting wind

Doth come and,

Congealed, the

Glistening spike

Was but alone.

 

MS2020 









See available wood sculptures in detail here:

mikesasakiwoodforms.etsy.com

Thursday, 29 October 2020

Free Form Writing on the Concept Behind "Inseparability of Action No.3" Sculpture

On the Concept Behind "Inseparability of Action No.3" Sculpture

Opening and closing simultaneously evolve. The unceasing motion in the ocean, the cities, the clouds—an endless pulse. The quiet dark and cold—the absence of form and light—everpresent behind the scenes, behind the curtain—the mother of matter. The opening and closing are one movement as darkness remains with the light.

The ever pulsating form moves without direction or time. We refrain from imposing time and even space, as the cosmic energy breathes through the planet, skipping not one speckle of its surface with the paintbrush of motion.

Relationship—our cosmic union, from solar orbits to hill building ants, relationship—the essence of life.

The dark nothingness of nothingness sends ground rumbling waves of roaring silence through the vastness of emptiness, permeating all matter.

MS2020

 

Inseparability of Action No.3 - 2020

 

View sculpture in detail here:
 mikesasakiwoodforms.etsy.com

Wednesday, 21 October 2020

Freeform No.4

The geometric Order
In all its splendour—
Rushing rivers
And pulsing planets,
Non-directional motion
And unmoving speed—

Life continues
While we ponder—
The polygonal faces
Classifying the noetic planes,
The limitless musings
Penetrating endlessly—

The wonder of Ratio
And the order of sound—
The majesty of Motion
And the unfathomable Reality—
The compassion for Fish
And the rhythm of the heart—
The tones of silence
And inverse geometry—

MS2020

Tuesday, 13 October 2020

A Surrealistic Adventure: Part 2

 

Finding himself atop the high mountain

It was cold and barren.

The trees were none and the icy shell

Made for slippery steps.

On guard for danger,

He took a sudden leap,

And soaring downward

Almost weightlessly

He flipped forward in full rotations

Loosing ultimate bearings,

He also lost count of the somersaults

Because he did not have

A starting point of reference

To mark the count.

To him, his world was blurred—

The images orbited in streaks

Through his stationary field of vision.

Finally touching ground,

He found himself near the middle of the slope—

Tumbling along with the mass of a heavenly body,

He eventually ground to a halt,

Not before sending fragments of dirt

And forest floor debris hurling into

The light air.

Regaining his vision, the Mountaineer

Could now focus clearly on infinitesimally minute details

In his new found setting—

The deer roamed freely—without fear,

Casually munching on leaves and bark.

Their quiet snorts and wet mouths

Calmly but actively moving

Were received by the onlooker

In seemingly amplified fidelity.

The fleas bouncing around

The bristly hide

Sent dull, yet penetrating

Reverberations outwardly

In retarded spherical emanations

Of crashing molecules

Battling for rest in their

Weightless equilibrium.

As he gazed around the lush forest

With all the sweet aromas

Carried in the crisp and smooth air,

There was a silent sound

Tuned with exacting precision 

Which had not an end nor a begining.

In light of this quiet energy,

The traveller took to building—

First, a Hut, then an Aqueduct,

And lastly a Basket.

The latter was finely woven

With nimble fingers

And still attention.

The materials were all

Readily available

And were worked

With ease.

Every breath

The climber took

Here, in the middle

Of the slope

Was eternal.

Every task

He set

About

Was 

Finished

Before

It

Was

Started.


MS2020

 

 

Wednesday, 7 October 2020

Autumn

 

Night and Day
Come and pass—

The stream,
The moon's orbit,
Motion—

Nature's allowance,
The pristine waters,
The weaving creek—

The crystal sounds
Of the stone studded brook—

The sweet breath
Atop a mountain,
Rich green, payne's grey,
Cadmium yellow, and crimson

MS2020