I Am a Passing Shape ;-) by dochtersions
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No AI - This artwork was created entirely by hand or with traditional digital tools.
Description
Hello dear friends,
I found a little poem from years ago, and I thought it expressed a certain message that I find funny, but also a bit of a thought-provoking one.
Hence, first the Dutch poem, and than this in a slightly more elaborate form in English.
The fractal is made with Apophysis, it's one fractal what I duplicated in PSP, to put 1 next to it in mirror image.
#Fractal, #Apophysis, #poem
Ik schilder en ik schrijf
maak foto's, fractals
kunst die ik bedrijf
zit in heel mijn wezen
en lijf
doch ik is maar een ik
het is niet dat ik blijf.
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The Art I Make, the Self I Am — a Passing Shape
I paint and write,
I capture moments
photos, fractals,
little sparks of being.
Art moves through me,
fills my body,
colors my breath
yet “I” am only
a passing shape,
a traveler through
this brief and tender world.
What I create
belongs to the now,
not to eternity;
it is only a step
in the long unfolding,
a lesson on the way
back into God’s embrace.
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Thank you very much for passing by.
Comments (11)
What a wonderful poem. I have pasted it in my "to keep" book. The image is great also. thanks for sharing.
Thank you very much Layla, so nice that you like it. :)
To be honest though I find thr artwork beautifully created, it has a rather haunting and disturbing quality.
Thank you so much, Sean, afterwards I saw that on top it looks a bit creepy, that was not ment to be. ;-)
This is lovely work.
Thank you so much, Joe!
Beautiful !!!
Thank you very much, Gary!
Fantastic "creature"
Thank you very much, illkirch.
I love both the Apo art, and your poem. The words passed through my soul, and will always be with me. Beautiful work!
I'm so touched by your comment, Rod, it means a lot to me. Thank you so much, my friend.
It is simply a wonderful creation in both image and poem! We found dragons too:)
Thank you so much for your comment, dear Beth! It's that you mention the dragons I just see them now too, thank you for that too. afterwards I saw that on top it looks a bit creepy, that was not ment to be. ;-) Stay safe my friend, God bless.
Wonderful poem and work!
Thank you very much, rbowen!
Hi Jacomina. I'm back on RR for only a brief visit---for a few comments (but no posts, I'm not ready for that yet). But it's been a while since I wrote to you (and I'll write to you this month, certainly by your birthday!). I haven't posted since July. Forgive my absence, but I've seen everything you've posted, and I'll share more about them over time. Each post has been a jewel.
I translated your poem into english---it's like a "haiku" version of your english version. Or a "Zen" version---where the writer expresses essences in a few sentences. The English version expands it, gives it more "flesh". (And there are your rhymes---schrijf, bedrijf, lijf, blijf. Part of the music of your words.) (I am always doubly amazed that you can do this in English too---while being loyal to your translation at the same time. You did it in your next upload, in fact...)
Your poems remind me of some of the texts Bach used in his vocal settings, esp his chorale preludes. A beautiful poem, about art passing through us, while our bodies are only vessels to carry our sparks into the world...and, in the end, these sparks that we put into the universe become stepping stones to the embrace of the divine. They're lessons, "learnings" (I don't think that's a word, but bear with me) that guide us to the divine threshold.
The ancient Jewish mystics say that our job on earth is to release the sparks that hide in everything we touch, so that the sparks may eventually return to God. They call this "repair": I.e., we repair the universe back to its pure divine state. My grandfather said that his mother would tear open sabbath loaves (the breads she baked for every sabbath), and hand pieces to all the children on the street (who were hungry). With each piece that she tore off the loaf, sparks of God would go back to heaven, and one day they'd all unite back in God. Thus my grandfather's mother was "repairing the universe for God". That's what i think of when I read your beautiful poem. Only your sparks aren't just a bread you baked, they're part of you.
Your fractal is like two creatures---I can see faces in them, like horses or some kind of divine creatures...maybe the horses that pulled Elijah's chariot into heaven.
Whatever these mythical 'beasts' are, they're encased in sinews...as if they were in a cradle of the sinews of creation. And they float in the air like messengers...or maybe they're the art we create, floating in space, yearning for divine embrace. Whatever they are, they're beautiful, and typical of your art. And the green and purple versions are beautiful too---the green reminding us of nature, and the purple reminding me, at least, of royalty---but heavenly royalty, not the royalty of the kings and queens (of which we have enough, on this earth). Beautiful work, Jacomina---and that's no surprise: All divinely inspired art/music/writing, etc, is a surprise. Because when we see it, or hear it, or read it, it's like being reborn all over again. Very inspiring...
(ps...I didn't forget november 21, your anniversary...I'm just late in sending you both congratulations and loving hugs)
Hello Mark, Thank you very much for everything you wrote, so special, the way you approached and described my poem and got out what I meant, so my brain worked overtime. That's why I'm quite late in replying to it. The story about your great-grandmother, thank you very much for sharing, an old Jewish custom that carries its own history. You are totally right with "learnings" moments of learning.
Yes, our body is a means of transportation here on earth, where through our current state (so to speak) our current 'self', we learn exactly those lessons that are necessary for our spiritual growth. The mind is the most important, after that comes the physical. Correct me if I'm wrong, my friend. It feels like a privilege to read from you that there are similarities with Bach's preludes, Bach's cantata mean so much to me, they help me survive, and bring me closer to my real Father in heaven. It gives me strengths and comfort.
The comparisons you write about 'those two beings' also touch me deeply. Not that I was thinking about Elijah's chariots, but I did want to make it clear that these 2 are on their way up, to be added to the perfect.
I quote "heavenly royalty", so beautifully expressed, truly special, as only you can write. Lol, I was on a break from being 'blown away' for a while, and if I didn't have those 'crap pains', I would want to write more. But it would be better if we could fly and we could meet up for a visit, haha, but who knows, one day we will fly, our route has already been mapped out. ;-)
Bless you, Mark!