Journal

fine lines...

Tuesday, July 12, 2011…

Is there a ‘fine line’ that separates drawing from painting?
Is this a distinction that still exists today in the art world?
Is there an art world?

It dawned on me, that the whole of my life experiencing… is immersed in dissolving perceived boundaries

What is primary?

My burning heart’s desire has, always been, always will be… to seek pure expression of IT. Directly, without concepts, theories, and ideas.

What I thought I had imagined or devised… in my art play of the past, turns out now, to be exactly that: made without any filters, limits, constructs…indeed, without thoughts!
Direct experience full-filled with marks
marks made with whatever medium available… honoring the sacredness of paper

When did your self, as child, become an adult? Is that imaginary line ever

Dear Friends...

i’ve been…. not keeping up with what everyone is creating, here, at rb, for quite a few weeks….

Busy, knitting, and completing the Limited Edition Sketchbook Project … OY!
[ha donna ;-)))]
and other stuff…

I miss ‘being here’… in a way…

and it unfolds… to ‘return’…soon…. me thinks!

Love and Hugs,
Doreen

my heart is always with You!

I was there...

“On July 21, 1979 Bob Marley and The Wailers, Dick Gregory, Olatunji, Eddie Palmieri, Jabula, the art of Black Dance and Patti Labelle came to Harvard Stadium in Boston for a concert to benefit the on-going struggles in Zimbabwe, Namibia and South Africa. The concert was called AMANDLA.: Festival of Unity. A benefit Concert for Relief and Humanitarian Aid to Southern Africa.”

I am thrilled to find this full length film of this concert!

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