Those of us who fear chaos, through our efforts to control chaos, bring about more chaos, a more virulent chaos, a more violent chaos. At such times we see chaos as the Gorgon's head, writhing, wriggling, frightening. We project our anger, anger resulting from our fears onto this horrific mass, "If I am afraid it… Continue reading Musing on Medusa, Reflections on the Gorgon’s Head
This thought experiment came to me while out sailing with a friend. What if we discovered that our boat has a compass? What if we had no idea what it was, or how it worked? There it sat. And, at times we would notice certain apparent coincidences. Certain alignments with other things we were familiar… Continue reading Imagine we had a compass…
Drawing has a series of definitions. We tend to think of drawing as a form of representation or even simply a notation. It is also a physical act. Not only does the artist draw a line. The archer draws a bow and a blacksmith draws metal. Let's look into this kind of drawing. It forms… Continue reading Drawn to Create
The trouble with talking about Craft is that everyone thinks they already know what it is. Let's take a deep breath and set all those assumptions aside. Easier said than done. To begin, here's some of what Craft is not: Backward Anachronistic, and therefore not a viable way to proceed. Continue…
In dreams we approach a form of knowing that we find difficult to access while awake. We tend to discount the sensation that there was "something to it." Or, we displace our fascination within the dream in a vain attempt to narrate its dramatic particulars. As this fails to match our original wonder, as we… Continue reading Stop Counting
Nothing exists solely to fulfill a single purpose or to take a singular role in a single process. How can I realize that the "answer" is not to remake the world in my image, that no singular image of what the world "should" be is either possible or beneficial? If these are true, then what… Continue reading Resistance
In the tension between our immersion in the fabric of being and the atomized self's struggle to achieve a stasis, a utopia, not of richness, but an illusory concretion of wealth, in which we wish to stop without falling; we define the human condition. The workings of consciousness are so easily misunderstood as signs of separateness from the rest as epitomized in Cogito Ergo Sum. Yet consciousness, our phenomenological embededness in experience is the only window we have through which to glimpse an awareness of our integration into greater systems and structures.