Thursday, April 02, 2009

Spider's Web

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A Noiseless Patient Spider

A noiseless patient spider,
I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.

And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
Till the bridge you will need be form’d, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.

- Walt Whitman

Find more poems for your pocket: Choose one and carry it in celebration of National Poetry Month!

This is the first poem I landed on when picking a Pocket Poem (enough alliteration for you?). I love the imagery of venturing and seeking connections, building bridges across the emptiness. Some days it does feel like I’m flinging myself out there, casting lines to see what and who are out there. I’m delighted at all the wonderful art and writing I’ve found, the people I’ve had a chance to connect with. People have always said that it’s a small world. Perhaps the world is as broad as it always has been, but the distances between us certainly aren’t as difficult to cross.

I got home last night and plunked down to watch the news. J asked if I had heard about this huge big-rig wreak that happened here in Southern California. I saw the images and immediately knew, “Oh, that’s Foothill Blvd.” And then, thinking back on my day, I realized that I had thought about stopping by Descanso Gardens to pass the time on my way to school. My drive would have likely taken me past that intersection, about the time of the accident. The news reporters’ voice broke through my train of thought, talking about the bookstore that the rig had ploughed into. I thought out loud, “Oh, that’s someplace my buddy Karen would hang out”. And then, I blinked and thought: Oh no. Karen. I hope she’s okay.

I sent a hurried email, and thought to check Facebook. Karen is okay. Whew. But the bookstore, indeed, is where Karen has her artwork on display. She suspects the worst for her paintings, but we all feel even more sorrow for the lives lost, the businesses and livelihoods suddenly impacted.
Karen's post here.

For all the actions and decisions that we make that lead up to events that we might have been involved with – but weren’t – the reality of being connected to people who are involved reminds me that our world remains so very big, but our connections, no matter how far the distances we cross, are very very close.

I had been thinking a bit ago about lightfastness of some of my watercolor pencils. Will some of these fade unacceptably quickly in the light? Should I really just work with pencils that I know won’t fade? It’s tempting to want to use something that is rated to be lightfast for 50 years, maybe 100? Another artist obsessing about materials.

And now I have to think, “What the heck? ‘Lightfastness’?!?” The only fastness we should be concerned about is the rate at which we get to our work and enjoy the process. We can (and should) create art, no matter what it is that we’re using. In creating our art, we commit more deeply to our processes, and through that, we create and more deeply commit to ourselves.

I’m not sure if anyone new is stopping by here, following some of the lines I’ve cast out in the past months. I’m not sure who is still hanging out, peering into the fridge, wondering if there’s anything new. I’m a bit tired (and stiff) of sitting, watching in silent reverie and am casting my lines out, to see where they might stick and connect.

Say Hello, won’t you?


Joanna Young said...

I am here Wendee, and happily learning from the lines that you throw.

Donna said...

I'm still here, reading along via feed. I understand what you mean about wondering who's out there. Blogging can feel very one-sided sometimes.

Ulla Hennig said...

I am here, Wendee, enjoying your blog post!

Kat said...

I know what you mean as well Wendee.

Some days I wonder what the point of it all is. But it seems I crave it...I need to put my thoughts down. Although I don't get any response to my blog I feel like "hey, someone out there's gotta care, or is just bored..." So I keep on keepin' on.

I sometimes wonder too about this whole Twitter and Facebook thing as well. I did just fine years ago when none of this existed, why do I feel the urge to HAVE to check my FB daily, or twitter, hourly, or HAVE to have them available on my blackberry and check it every time the thing beeps at me within seconds...I feel kinda trapped...and like I wanna get out somedays.

But then I'd miss special people like you. And I don't wanna give them up. Ever.

Wendee said...

Thank you all. Without you, it would be like I'm talking out loud, by myself, going on and on ... I do that anyway, I guess, but it's way better to have the company. :)

degz said...

Hi Wendee

I'm new. followed you here from Flikr (75 ways). you have a nice thoughtful blog and i'll stop by again. I know the feeling of wondering if you are talking to yourself and even bullied one of my mum's friends into leaving a comment on mine.