Thank you for posting Lady True, I love sand art in all it's forms and have seen several videos of her works, but not this particularr one....it is really very beauiful and moving. It is such brave art, as sand is impermanent and very much art in the moment. I watched a group of Tibetan monks as they created a sand mandala once, which is destroyed when completed, to symboize this impermanence and the transience of life.
This is totally bizare and a real art form - wish i was artistic i like to draw but not that good at it . The art have seen on here and about is totally amazing my favorite art though has to be anatomical art like davinci i also love drawings of Nic they capture him really well .
Thank you for posting Lady True, I love sand art in all it's forms and have seen several videos of her works, but not this particularr one....it is really very beauiful and moving. It is such brave art, as sand is impermanent and very much art in the moment. I watched a group of Tibetan monks as they created a sand mandala once, which is destroyed when completed, to symboize this impermanence and the transience of life.
That reminded me of a tiny story I once wrote, Lula:
"There was a writer who loved a woman who worked at a stationary store. One day, passing the store, the writer noticed there was a sale on notebooks and used this to justify going into the store to gaze at the woman he loved. When standing at the checkout he told the woman that he would write a poem to celebrate her beauty on the front page of his newly-bought notebook. He still had to pay £1.20 for his purchase, but when he got home found that a small heart had been written upon the receipt in black biro. Taking out the notebook from the plastic carrier, he opened it to the front page and wrote his opening line. Dissatisfied after less than a minute, he ripped out the page and started again. This time he smudged the ink with his elbow as he reached across his desk for a tissue. He decided to sleep on it and write the poem in the morning. And so on, day after day, until the sale on notebooks finished and the writer had to engrave the poem upon the back sheet of cardboard that now comprised what was left of his notebook. Presenting this to the woman, he was horrified to discover that she was now dating an improv. comedian who drew pictures in the condensation on bathroom mirrors."
Thank you for posting Lady True, I love sand art in all it's forms and have seen several videos of her works, but not this particularr one....it is really very beauiful and moving. It is such brave art, as sand is impermanent and very much art in the moment. I watched a group of Tibetan monks as they created a sand mandala once, which is destroyed when completed, to symboize this impermanence and the transience of life.
That reminded me of a tiny story I once wrote, Lula:
"There was a writer who loved a woman who worked at a stationary store. One day, passing the store, the writer noticed there was a sale on notebooks and used this to justify going into the store to gaze at the woman he loved. When standing at the checkout he told the woman that he would write a poem to celebrate her beauty on the front page of his newly-bought notebook. He still had to pay £1.20 for his purchase, but when he got home found that a small heart had been written upon the receipt in black biro. Taking out the notebook from the plastic carrier, he opened it to the front page and wrote his opening line. Dissatisfied after less than a minute, he ripped out the page and started again. This time he smudged the ink with his elbow as he reached across his desk for a tissue. He decided to sleep on it and write the poem in the morning. And so on, day after day, until the sale on notebooks finished and the writer had to engrave the poem upon the back sheet of cardboard that now comprised what was left of his notebook. Presenting this to the woman, he was horrified to discover that she was now dating an improv. comedian who drew pictures in the condensation on bathroom mirrors."
beautiful......... Thank you for sharing... True story Sprocket??
And it reminds me a little of forums too....they are less permanent in the sense that the turnover of posts and topics is high...beautiful gems shared from everyone finally ending up on the last page that never gets lookeed at anymore! it is a brave and authentic way to share methinks, very in the moment, very here and now.
Would love to see any other of your writings Sprocket!
