Thursday, February 28, 2013
Ninety
Study (after Sherrie McGraw). I find it amazing to watch both Sherrie McGraw and Rob Liberace draw. They both use a very light touch. I'm naturally heavy handed and have had to learn to lighten up. I struggle to believe that less is more.
With a light touch the soul can rise to the surface. -Hugh Milne, "The Heart of Listening"
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Ninety-One
Study (after Sherrie McGraw). When you're struggling, stepping away can help you see. Maybe the neck is too short. But it might not be that the neck is too short, it could be that the ear is too low, the chin too long, or that back of the skull does not go out far enough.
Tension in the shoulders might be coming from unstable hips, a clenched jaw, the inability to expand the ribs to take a full breath, or difficulty finding the feet on the ground in order to truly be here. And it's when you look too hard that you can't see it.
Tension in the shoulders might be coming from unstable hips, a clenched jaw, the inability to expand the ribs to take a full breath, or difficulty finding the feet on the ground in order to truly be here. And it's when you look too hard that you can't see it.
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Ninety-Two
Study (after Sherrie McGraw). I love this model. He looks very Taos to me and that would make sense because that's where Sherrie lives. I notice when I get lost in a drawing, instead of backing away, I will get hawkish and keep darkening the dark parts, tracing again and again over the contours that are already there.
The tendency, when you are lost, is to hammer away at what you already know, hoping that if you keep trodding the same path it will somehow lead you to a new place. But it's too much focus that makes it so you can't see.
Monday, February 25, 2013
Ninety-Three
Study (after Sherrie McGraw). It was with this drawing that I realized I really need to invest in some better paper. I've been doing these on newsprint and and there's a point where the materials turn to mush and you can't go either lighter or darker. And if you keep pushing it the paper falls apart. Although there are details I'm not happy with in this drawing, I do like the overall mood it captured.
But, it reminds me of my original intent, to not just copy but to understand.
Friday, February 22, 2013
Ninety-Four
Study (after Sherrie McGraw). I love this, from "The Heart of Listening" a book about craniosacral by Hugh Milne.
In old Persia, a shaman and his apprentice are walking in the dusty foothills. Rounding the flank of the hillside, they see in the distance the stooped figure of an old man coming toward them. The apprentice, having studied hard with the shaman for ten years, is eager to show his skills. He bounds ahead of the shaman and runs up to the old man. "Sir, I know what's wrong with you, I know, and what you need for what ails you is pomegranates!" The old man brushes him aside, irritated. He looks exhausted and despondent. Soon he reaches the shaman, who says, "Kind sir, you look tired. Pray stop awhile and share some tea -my eager apprentice here will gather us some kindling, and we can make a refreshment." The old man readily agrees to this warm offer.
It takes an hour to light the fire, unpack the kettle, suffuse mountain water from a spring half a mile away with tea chipped off his tea brick. Holding his own counsel, the shaman by his very silence, allows the old man to speak. It begins backward: where he is going today, which touches on his wife who died, to their wedding, to his father's farmhouse in spring. He tells his life story.
By the time they are packing up, ready to leave, the shaman turns to the old man and, in a soft, kindly voice, asks his permission to make a suggestion regarding his health. The shaman makes a deft, calming gesture with his hands; it is like a little ritual. The old man gratefully agrees.
"Sir, what you need for what ails you is pomegranates," says the shaman. The old man bows in gratitude, and gives the shaman three silver coins from his woven purse. He walks off, a different lift to his walk.
As soon as the old man is out of earshot, the apprentice, no longer able to contain himself, speaks up: "But I told him that. I told him that immediately!" "Yes," answered the shaman, "you were right, he did need pomegranates. But he needed pomegranates, and time."
In old Persia, a shaman and his apprentice are walking in the dusty foothills. Rounding the flank of the hillside, they see in the distance the stooped figure of an old man coming toward them. The apprentice, having studied hard with the shaman for ten years, is eager to show his skills. He bounds ahead of the shaman and runs up to the old man. "Sir, I know what's wrong with you, I know, and what you need for what ails you is pomegranates!" The old man brushes him aside, irritated. He looks exhausted and despondent. Soon he reaches the shaman, who says, "Kind sir, you look tired. Pray stop awhile and share some tea -my eager apprentice here will gather us some kindling, and we can make a refreshment." The old man readily agrees to this warm offer.
It takes an hour to light the fire, unpack the kettle, suffuse mountain water from a spring half a mile away with tea chipped off his tea brick. Holding his own counsel, the shaman by his very silence, allows the old man to speak. It begins backward: where he is going today, which touches on his wife who died, to their wedding, to his father's farmhouse in spring. He tells his life story.
By the time they are packing up, ready to leave, the shaman turns to the old man and, in a soft, kindly voice, asks his permission to make a suggestion regarding his health. The shaman makes a deft, calming gesture with his hands; it is like a little ritual. The old man gratefully agrees.
"Sir, what you need for what ails you is pomegranates," says the shaman. The old man bows in gratitude, and gives the shaman three silver coins from his woven purse. He walks off, a different lift to his walk.
As soon as the old man is out of earshot, the apprentice, no longer able to contain himself, speaks up: "But I told him that. I told him that immediately!" "Yes," answered the shaman, "you were right, he did need pomegranates. But he needed pomegranates, and time."
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Ninety-Five
Study: (after Sherrie McGraw). I like how this drawing is both strong and subtle at once. In my work as a therapist I've been blown away by the huge shifts that come from subtle movement. How the more subtle we go, in order to pay attention to what truly is, the more a true inner strength emerges.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Ninety-Six
Study (after Sherrie McGraw). Even when copying, something else emerges. There's a point where I have to let go and allow this new drawing to come forth and not be frustrated that I can't get it "right," reminding myself that learning is a dance of effort and surrender.
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