Category Archives: Visual Arts
Strangers in London
Strangers in London
Chris Wong
Reynoldstown
Reynoldstown
Becky Furey
108 Tsatsas in the Street
108 Tsatsas in the Street
Julie Puttgen
Tsa-tsas are miniature versions of Buddhist stupas, or markers of sacred space. In offering 108 tsatsas in the street, I am saying: mindful attention is a catalyst for experiencing sacred space, and – more radically – for causing it to occur. Participants are invited to place tsatsas as they see fit, and to share their stories and photos by emailing them to: 108namesofnow@gmail.com. Documentation will be posted on the project website: http://www.turtlenosedsnake.com/tsatsas.htm
This project is inspired by my pilgrimages to Santiago de Compostela (Spain) and on Shikoku Island (Japan), and by the transformative experience of Buddhist practice. There’s an old Zen story:
A teacher is dying, and a student despairs over this fact. The student asks what she can possibly do to honor the teacher’s memory. “Build me a seamless monument,” the teacher says.
Meaning: live in such a way that sacred and ordinary are one. Live in such a way that you are completely transparent to the world & to yourself. Live in such a way that there are no unimportant places or people.
Possible suggestions for tsatsa placements:
· in an unexpectedly beautiful nook in the urban landscape (to draw attention to the beauty of the world)
· in a place that feels neglected and in need of blessing (to help take care of the world)
· as a seed for a personal shrine at home or at work (to help focus your heart in the world)
· in a place where someone might appreciate finding a surprising gift (to keep generosity circulating in the world)
In the Street – Mexico City
Ferry Boatman
Dollhouse Play Series #3
Just Do Your Thing
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Just Do Your Thing
Sherri Caudell
Suitcase destroyer–
Double dimes on the nickel!
Gold & gray suede smothers
Bette Midler surfing Beaches.
Filmy reels–
Bonnets & Clydesdales.
Plastic is a boring uncle
& your soul is a text message.
The absence of dots–
The kidnapping of all color;
The inferior yoga mat.
Say that you are a caring soldier
Frederick’s of Hollywood
Shoulder pads & strength
Shopping bags from Target.
Bullseye!
Gold espadrilles, shiny and mirrored.
Cut-outs are SO last season.
Cutting you out of paper doesn’t hurt–
I am illuminated with your guts.
Pastel shadows hounding me. Bark!
Not half crazy, but insanely perfect.
I would not change everything
A perfect body exists in the valleys of this stapler.
Bent stars and galaxies of beer.
Ankle boots ate Mary Janes…
The zigzagged zebra,
The hexagonal Romeo.
Thunderstorm head,
Lightning bolt brain.
You are so in tune with midnights & angry pelicans.
Sweetheart, you are a pogo stick–a hockey club–a violent disaster!
Bettie’s Pages and pages of languid saxophone sonnets
Some Like It Hot!
Fava beans and lava.
I bought the wrong cat toy.
Magic carpet rides & fluted glass
break open the mouths of moths.
Nothing will ever be as good as this taco airport–
But I am trying to decorate anyway.
Cerebellum caterpillars,
Antebellum ants.
Expired lollipops from the good Salvation Army–
Your disco ball has arrived and it’s your last chance to die.