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April's
Musings
August 06, 2006
"Links"
I have said
for a long time that art is the servant of nature, that nature
is the teacher, the poet and the well from which art draws its
life.
When I look at the stem of a leaf, when I see the central vein
of the leaf and the small veins branching out I feel the center
of my own spine and I feel my arms reaching out as the veins
of the leaf reach out to the sides of itselfI feel its
center and I feel its lifewhen I look at nature I am
always responding to its pulse of life. Recently I was reading
the book Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain and more
than anything else in the book the quotes of different artists
called out to me—ringing like Sunday church bellsclear
and calling across centuries.
One of my favorites was of Auguste Rodin, the French sculptor.
As a young girl of fourteen I developed a passion for the work
of Auguste Rodin. After reading his biography, I spent a summer
sculpting clay figures on our back porch. I had pig tails and
bare feet, but I felt seriously artistic and inspired by his
life.
I collected clay from a field behind our home and I worked my
hands through it and wished there was someone to teach me the
confidence of Rodin. I felt his passionhis relationship
with earthhis urge to copy the human body in The Thinker,
The Lovers, and in many other of his profound works.
Reading his quoted words in Drawing on the Right Side of
Brain made me see how closely our thoughts coincided. And
surprised me too, at the conversation that Rodin had with nature,
much the same as mine! He wrote-
"The Artist is the confidant of nature. Flowers carry
on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of stems
and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms. Every
flower has a cordial word which nature directs towards him.”
I was amazed when I read his words, I felt I could have spoken
them or written them myself.
I like the linking of thoughts over generations, through centuries,
one artist calling to anotherthis time calling the recognition
of nature as the essence of art.
"and
in the center
of the leaf, I feel my
spine growing, growing,
And in the veins of the leaf
I feel my arms stretching,
Stretching,
I feel the yearn of it,
I feel the yearn.
I feel all of nature calling,
Calling."
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