On my nightstand:
It may be that when we no longer
know what to do
we have come to our real work
and that when we no longer
know which way to go
we have begun our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled
is not employed.
The impeded stream
is the one that sings.
—Wendell Berry
On my easel:
I am employed. And humming a bit of a ditty.
“the mind that is not baffled is not employed” – love that! And this serene piece (peace) of art! xo
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“the mind that is not baffled is not employed”—yes! love it! Reading that today gave me such a welcome and needed mind reset and spark of energy.
oo, thanks for reflecting back the serenity and peace of this piece ❤️
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I feel like Wendell was talking to me! So glad he was on your nightstand!
And I love this very beautiful textured piece on your easel!
Keep humming!
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I knew these words of Wendell’s would ring true with more than just myself! I just lit up when I read that little passage excerpted from an essay of his. Delighted that he spoke to you, too : )
Thanks for seeing ‘very beautiful textured’ here! I’ve been struggling to return to the class I started before I went away at the end of March, and I was so grateful for Wendell’s reframing of the stories I was telling myself. It felt great to break through self-created barriers to go experiment and see what I’d discover. Whew!
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Love this, Dotty, the words, and your delightful work. 🙂 xoxo
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Lovely! The poem and the painting!
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Thanks, Simone! My mind has felt baffled, my creative stream impeded of late, but Wendell Berry changed the lens I was looking through and I was so happy to be employed and singing instead!
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In 2014, I grab an unexpected opportunity to paint.
To make art.
I get hooked.
In 2015 I start a blog—a diary of my life as an artist.
I post my paintings and their stories. The good, the bad, the ugly.
My compass points: bust through fear, be playful, get messy, trust my gut.
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