I’m re-blogging this as I’m also pondering and writing about ‘negative space’ on my blog right now – and trying to develop artwork with that as a focus. So nice to have ‘found’ Patricia Spangler and her wonderfully insightful blog. Ann 🙂
Many years ago I bought a ceramic plaque for my sister. It was whimsical–had a figure dancing on a mountainside and the inscription read something like “Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away.” This thought was with me when I awoke this a.m. But not quite this thought–more like “the magic happens in the in- between.” In that place some have called “the gap.” As in the moment between inhale and exhale. That place where thoughts vanish. Where all is well. Where time doesn’t exist–is not measured by seconds–but is measured by some mysterious sense of empty space.
As I was washing out scarves from yesterday’s printing, this was on my mind. This idea of the space in-between–and in this washing out process, the drying, the ironing, my vision shifted. Usually I’m studying the impression of leaves–did…
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