My third, self-administered ink therapy session started with great enthusiasms. Fantastic things were about to happen. Or, so I thought.
It turned out that habitual thinking was locking me out of the drawing space I wanted to occupy for most of the night. I was poised above the paper, but the ink pen did not want to move of its own accord.
Blank-minded and anxious to start, I finally borrowed a pattern from one of Pam’s latest art quilts. Thereafter, I turned the beautiful abstract pueblos of the quilt into a winless kind of tic-tac-toe game.
Sheesh! What to do?
I called on the Cavalry. Soon my old, pen-headed friend Tanda appeared, but almost begrudgingly he stood at the edge of the page. We stared at each other for a long while.
My representative of the subconscious mind was not ready for my prime time. Just before bed time, however, Tanda’s tan tien opened into a flower out of which a snake-like, pixie-eared muse came forward to show her/his face. Was this a message from my subconscious regarding mind games?
Click on drawing to enlarge.
Did you notice that the pixie-eared muse has one eye closed and the other eye only partly open?
It seems the intended collaborators in this ink therapy session (the conscious and subconscious minds of Gerry Zeck) were not working in unison for much of the evening; we struggled with control issues for hours.
At the end of the session, this ink drawing seems to be telling me two things: 1. Sometimes enthusiasm can destroy equilibrium and, 2. Sometimes the subconscious knows better than the conscious mind.
Next: Learning to listen.
2 comments:
Greg said that he is unable to post a comment on your blog, so I am his proxy.
You are the greatest brother anyone could have.
My friend, the Berg, has spoken sooth. He took the plain and simple words out of my mouth. (Why am I able to reply to his reply but not to my brother directly? As through a mirror darkly?)
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