And it's you, and it's you,
and it's you, and it's you, and it's you
And it's you, and it's you, shoo-be-doo, ba-da-da.
-tomwaits
whe the soul of a man
is born in the country
there are nets flung at
it to hold back it's light.
You talk to me of nationality,
language, religion.
I shall try to fly by those nets.
-jamesJoyce
...l use to think that you could see the soul,
where the skin stretches tight over the protruding hip bone,
that is where the soul is shining through.
Behold, l do not give lectures
or a little clarity.
When l give, l give myself.
-walt whitman
artdrifters is drifting...
I've given a number of courses this summer, dolls on Denman island, bricolage near
Barkerville, and lately a five day course at Red Deer college.
My students have made me think, making me ponder. It all seems so simple
yet l can't find the words.
"The least strained and most natural movements of the soul are the most beautiful"
-(montaigne)
This quote seems to sum up what l am trying to teach. It's a way of life,
a way of being. A way of connecting to whatever your doing.
I tell them to stop thinking, anyone can learn to draw and paste papers
on a board in a pleasant manner, but show us that you care, show us
what is important to you. Show us your passion.
But...what l'm pondering is how do you teach this.
l have had wonderful students, who do beautiful things.
And l thank them.
cause l'm getting better, l'm getting closer, but l can never get right
there. It's impossible, it's a contradiction of what l'm trying to teach.
It's like a whisper...
Blow wind blow - blow me away here
blow wind blow
-tw
This old barn sat behind the house l lived in for all of the nineties. It was in Coombs on
five acres. An oasis of beauty. I learned to plant flowers there, planted things every year,
it became a full time job just to water everyday. And l built things out of rocks l collected,
flower beds that looked like grave tombs, and a set of steps that took me two years to build.
The steps were so natural that you expected salmon to be swimming up them.
I had chickens and roosters, never collected the eggs just let them wander around pecking
things and then they'd sleep in the big cedar tree. I remember when the chicks were learning
to fly up into the tree at night. On of them was a slow learner so l put up a step ladder
to help him. I remember having to shoot a deer that had been hit on the highway,
"right behind the ear" the lady told me. I remember the cop having to shoot another
deer another time and she didn't shoot it right behind the ear, it bled to death.
My cat loved it there, she killed and ate something everyday, mostly mice but
bunnies when they were in season. Occasionally l had rats, in my basement
and in my studio. I set up a trap in the basement and learnt that you had to
use peanut butter and you had to tape it down with electrical tape and then l
also tied the trap to a post. I heard the snap of the trap one night and went
running down. The rat was trapped- his front legs and his head and he was
squirming around like a rat. I picked up the nearest spear like object and hurled
it at him. It was a poor shot and he wiggled out and got away.
The barn, the barn was beautiful. The first couple of years it was filled with
wild cats. After the cats died off it was filled with rats and then they died off.
Then it was mine, l pulled so many old boards out of that barn l'm surprised
it stood.
It was so hard to move away from that home. l tried for years. I thought l
was too comfortable, l thought that l was spoiled. I tried wandering away
from it at times but like smoking it didn't work. So l moved away
for a year to Prince Albert, Saskatchewan to work in a homeless shelter.
I don't miss it anymore, rarely think of it, but
l have a spot inside me that glows from being there.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
-robert frost
So close your eyes
Open you heart
To one who's dreaming of you
You can never hold back spring
Baby
-tw
...earth's colors in the early morning, seeping up out of the ground after a hot summer's night.
Well I don't need anybody, because I learned, I learned to be alone
Well I said anywhere, anywhere, anywhere I lay my head, boys
Well I gonna call my home
-tomwaits
...l could smell the smoke ten minutes before l found him
I was taking the boy for a walk, to the gully around 6:30 am.
We crossed the stream and saw him, a man sitting, squatting crossed legged in front of a small fire.
Little round logs burning slowly with smoke, he had collected some rocks to put around the fire
and there was a blacken pot next to it. He put his hand up against his head when l approached
kept it there like a shield, didn't say too much, neither of us did, just some light words.
He must be from out of town, else he would have hidden himself further north in the gully
and l think he wanted to hide.
Close your eyes and count to ten
I will got and hid but then
Be sure to find me.I want you to find me
And we'll play all over
We will play all over again
tomwaits
When l was 6 or 7 we moved to Rumble Beach (now Port Alice). A small townhouse kindof
town with a small wading pool just up the street from us. It was round and green and
about a foot deep. I wandered in that pool, sat down in it, and finally layed on my stomach
with my arms stretched out and my face down holding my breath.
I was swimming. I held my breath and l was swimming.
I was so excited that l ran home and told my mom to come and see me swim.
There's a baby swimming in Amy's tummy right now and when it's born, when
he or she comes running to me, arms flapping, dripping wet and telling me to come
see them swim, l will.
There is nothing ugly in art except that which
is without character, that is to say that which
offers no outer or inner truth.
-rodin
Whenever l give a workshop l always tell my students..."anyone can draw"
And l believe it, you pay enough and you could get a monkey to draw.
Now l know that a well executed drawing can be very lovely and beautiful
but look at your fridge, the only pictures that make it up there are drawn by a
two year old. Why - well they are drawn from the heart, drawn with emotion.
You can always recognize those well executed drawings copied from photographs,
stiff and without life. The sad thing is were all afraid to draw, to create,
its taken from us in grade seven. If you see something, feel something,
remember something, just draw it, draw it in all its stumbleness, draw it
awkardly, draw it blindfolded, just draw it from the heart.
To work our way toward a shared and living
language once again, we must first
learn how to discover patterns which
are deep and capable of generating life.
-timeless way of building
It's been awhile since clayton has come by. Everynow and then
l see him riding down the alley on his bike.
Slung over his sholders, a black platic bag stretched tight with bottles.
It's alot of work collecting bottles, and for very little money.
l see people dumping off there truck load of beer cases at the depot
why not just leave them in the alley and put a smile on
someone's face.
What some men will do here for diamonds
What some men will do here for gold
They're wounded but they just keep on climbing
And sleep by the side of the road
There's a hole in the ladder, a fence we can climb
Mad as a hatter, you're thin as a dime
Go out to the meadow, the hills are a-green
Sing me a rainbow, steal me a dream
-tomwaits
With all beings and all things
we shall be as relatives.
-sioux
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel
the bone structure in the landscape
-the loneliness of it -
the dead feeling of winter.
Something waits beneath it -
the whole story doesn't show.
-andrew wyeth
"In uncertainty l am certain that underneath their topmost layers of fraility
men want ot be good and want to be loved. Indeed most of their vices
are attempted short cuts to love. When a man comes to die, no matter
what his talents and influence and genius, if he dies unloved his life
must be a failure to him and his dying a cold horror. It seems to me
that if you or l must choose between two courses of thought or action,
we should remember our dying and try to live that our death
brings no pleasure to the world."
-john steinbeck (east of eden)
we were dancin' in the slaughterhouse
If you swing along the beltway
then you skid along the all day
cause I went a little crazy
and I sat upon a high chair
And I'm smokin like a diesel
way out here
Blow wind blow...
-tomwaits
My tobacco smells like chocolate.
Every 12 hours l sit outside and smoke my pipe. At night l hear the
dogs bark and in the morning l hear the crows caw.
These pages are so constrained, so tight, l want to just
scribble and stratch like a kid, tear a hole in these pages.
Maybe it's because l went to a dance tonight,
dancers from the east coast, made me feel glorious.
Made amy dance in the house, she looked so beautiful...
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