New Website

It's been a long time since I've added a new post. It's been a time of changes, good and bad, but not a time of great productive creativity for me. The hope always is that there is more going on under the surface of things. Filling the well... Sowing the seeds...

One actual step forward has been creating my own website, which includes a blog page where I will now continue to write this blog.
Please visit me at
LauraBlakeKeyser.com

Love and Letting Go

Having had a truly empty nest for a year and a half you would think I've fully let go.  But with the holidays came a feeling of being in a "time warp". Everything seemed as it always was, yet the delight of all being together as a family was tempered with the wistfulness of letting go- yet again.

Over the years, there have been many goodbyes. Off to camp. Off to college. The Peace Corps. Graduate School. And now a long Naval deployment is on the horizon. It's not as if this was not expected- and even desired- but how did it all happen so fast?

It is all as it should be. Our greatest wish for our children is that they become independent and build lives for themselves. That they become -to paraphrase Kahlil Gibran- 'the living arrows that fly swift and far'. Sometimes they fly a little farther than you had expected.

But they know the way home.

All Souls Day

Hallowe'en marks the end of the Bright Half of the year and the beginning of the Dark Half. At this time of the year when the natural world is preparing for winter's rest our thoughts turn to those we have loved who have left us. Where do we go when we die? We know our bodies return to the earth, but our souls...that which has loved and lived and observed and felt the holy connection to all creation... is that gone forever? The veil that divides the living and the dead is said to be thinnest now. Is it possible to communicate with those that have passed into the next world? Some feel it is. Through prayer or meditation many feel connected still with loved ones and feel that they intercede on their behalf. Today is All Souls' Day in the Christian world. Although it is traditionally a day to pray for souls lost in purgatory, which is not my personal belief, I feel it is appropriate today to think about the lives of the ones who went before us into the Unknown.
From the Celts, throughout the Middle East and into India and Asia people have viewed birds as a symbol of the soul- of immortality.


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Balance

 This week marked the Autumnal Equinox- when day and night are in perfect balance. I've been thinking about balance a lot this week. In a year of physical and emotional challenges, much of the time I've felt somewhat off balance. But now I am at last regaining my footing.

 The world seems very off balance at the moment. The news is full of war, suffering and unspeakable terror. We ingest this news obsessively, feeling that to turn away from it is to dismiss it. But remember that our minds and bodies are sensitive things and we become what we think about. To become discerning of what we allow into our psyche, I believe, is the key to remaining in balance. This is certainly not to say that we should turn a blind eye to the horrors of the world, but that we make a concerted effort to balance our protests, our righteous anger and our pain with something beautiful.

Today, take a walk in the glorious autumn sunshine- read something beautiful- listen to gentle music- make art- make love. The world needs more Loveliness now than ever. Because as Phil Ochs wrote at the height of the Vietnam War: "In such an ugly time, the true protest is Beauty".

Today Is The Tomorrow....

"Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday" reads the embroidery sampler my mother started over thirty years ago. It was to be a present for my brother Ray. When she died in 1986 and we were cleaning out the old family home, I came across this and intended to finish it for her and present it to Ray one day. However, the lack of time along with my lack of skill (and patience) in the needle arts have prevented my progress.

 My mother was a master craftswoman and the back side of her needlepoint, embroidery or crewelwork canvasses were as flawless as the front. She could knit, crochet, sew, and even make lace. The dresses she made for me in grade school were legendary- teachers and moms would stop me and turn the hems of my dress to admire her finishing work. No loose threads or dropped stitches ever.

 Clearly, I am not the heir to her perfectionism, nor is my frankly hyperactive personality conducive to sitting for long stretches of time in order to create the kind of art my mother created. I like to stand when drawing or painting and never spend all that much time on any piece of work, I'm certainly not a master of anything-which is probably why only 3 people will ever read this blog...

 Anyway- I'm on the eve of surgery to correct the progress of arthritis in my foot. The recovery is supposedly pretty long and for sure I'll be off my feet for a few weeks, and yes, I'm worried about tomorrow. My foot doesn't work like it used to- at first I couldn't run- now I can't walk and it's always painful. I am anxious for a full recovery so I can get back to my hyperactive lifestyle.

Or am I?

The embroidery hoop is still in place where Mother last worked on it and I am wondering if, in that space of stillness, I can magically absorb some of her patience. The pace will be maddeningly slow but as each tiny stitch comes together to form the whole I might learn that something beautiful can be made out of time and effort.

Frühlingsglaube (Faith In Spring)

This is an English translation of my favorite Springtime poem, by Ludwig Uhland:

 

SWEET BREEZES have awoken

Day and night they stir and whisper

Everywhere they are at work

Oh fresh perfume, oh new music!

Now, poor heart, fear no longer

Now, all things must change.

 

The world grows more beautiful each day

and what may yet happen, no one can tell.

The flowering will not end, and

even the deepest, most distant valley is blooming

Now, my poor heart, forget your pain.

Now, all things must change.

Homage to Hector, Breaker of Horses

The Illiad is not an easy read, but I was encouraged by my son Joshua to tackle it a few years ago. Once you become accustomed to the unfamiliar turns of phrase and steel yourself against the brutality (This is after all a tale of war) you realize why we are still reading a story that was first told over 3,000 years ago. It's about Love, Pride, The Gods, Country, War, Fate and Death.
 This piece is painted on wood with images reminiscent of Greek vase painting, I have attached a rusted horse-bit to my composition.