How can it be, Lady, as one can see from long experience,
that the live image sculpted in hard alpine stone lasts longer
than its maker, whom the years return to ashes?
The cause bows down and yields to the effect,
from which it’s clear that nature’s defeated by art;
and I know, for I prove it true in beautiful sculpture,
that time and death can’t keep their threat to the work.
Therefore, I can give both of us long life
in any medium, whether colors or stone,
by depicting each of these faces of ours;
so that a thousand years after our departure
may be seen how lovely you were,
and how wretched I, and how,
in loving you, I was no fool.
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As I move through my yoga practice, the immense impression of all these beautiful people moving in unison, is sometimes overwhelming. I know that when I’m on my mat I’m supposed to turn inward and feel like I’m the only one in the room. As an artist and long-time student of anatomy I can’t help but look up and see the beauty that surrounds me.
In classical life drawing classes there is one model and about twenty students and everyone is sitting or standing still. In yoga class, there are 20-30 models, at least one artist, and everything is in continuous movement flowing with breath.
It is a very powerful visual experience for an artist. It gives me a completely unique perspective on any single posture or flow. The effect yoga has had on my work and my life as a fine artist is often astounding and is yet, it is still unfolding.
A way to breath.
A way to work.
A way to live.
A stillness that brings a clarity to life, to drawing, to sculpture. A community of lovely souls who are open, mindful, caring and supportive,.
I hope to give back some of the beauty I’ve been so generously given.
There is a special stone from the southern part of Italy down by the boot heal called Italian ice. It is the color and texture of frosted glass. When you strike it with a hammer and chisel it rings, vibrates. When you file and sand it, it hums or sings like the edge of a crystal wine glass.
For a thousand years, ancient Italian craftsmen cut this stone so thin that the light would pass right through it. It was used as window glass in churches, translucent and glowing. Today, in Carrera, Italy, there are still families working this stone to make beautiful lamps, sculptures, and collectables.
I first encountered this stone four years ago before ever coming to yoga. It has an intoxicating feel and addictive sound when working it that is undeniable; much like my beginning yoga practice.
Is everything vibrating? First it was the OM. The vibration that emanated from a room full of people chanting OM in unison was remarkable. It was the stone, the earth, the soul. Then I felt the sound from the primordial sound bowl. Instantly, the singing of the bowl passed through me as the ring of the stone had so effected me. I found that if I lifted my hands to the sound and vibration it would travel straight through my fingertips and into my now open heart just as the stone had.
Do all things have a resonance? Is everything vibrating? The connection between the stone, the OM and the singing bowls are one. Joined with the breath, it brings an energy that travels through all things and the artist as well.