Energy

Have I written about energy already?

It's something I think about a lot with taiko, how energy flows from person to person in a performance, how it moves through your body from your center to fingertips.  How to move that energy.  

But it seems so finite lately - I only have so much energy to give and after that there is no more.  I'm disappointed to see that my last blog post was in November.  Pushing out creative energy has been difficult as of late.  Its interesting because I work in the arts, yet the way your creative energy moves in such a dynamic organization is not always up to you.  Sometimes it pools over here or there and waits, sometimes it gets pushed out when not ready.  That is not anyone's fault, it just is.

Drawings from the last few months are about energy.  Looking at it sitting there, or draining away.

A Good Day

I've been drawing lots of sun motifs lately. I need sunshine. Where I grew up, you can go weeks and weeks in grey blah-ness. I have SAD, I don't like grey. One day soon, I'll talk more about this.



Today was a good day. It was sunny and warm. Walking home from work I saw this scene. I don't know why, but I was captivated by the man fixing the Buddhist Church parking lot sign. It reminded me of my trip to Boracay, in the Philippines when I visited an artist's studio there ten years ago. It was basically a shack, without even 4 walls. But every morning the artist was out sweeping the yard out in front, and his works laid out carefully for passers by to see.


Adam and I were talking about memory last night - what things we remember, and what things we don't. I remember scenes that made me change who I am, decide things, come to realizations. (I'm terrible at remembering movies or tv shows, although that means I can watch the same ones over and over again!)

I remember thinking that I really admired how much care he took of his space, no matter how bare and simple.


This is my space. Quite simple too... Full of lots of little bits, mostly paper. I'm trying to appreciate where I live, even if the sun doesn't always get in.

Winter

It's December and sunny in California. But that doesn't matter, I still want to hibernate...


I walked down 7th street the other day and saw the pomegranates squished on the pavement. Splat. That's how I've been feeling lately. My body is unreliable.





My friend Laura reminded me years ago, that the fruit falls off for a reason. And that it's not a waste... It's to rot, then nourish the roots of the tree so that it can live through the winter and get on with its cycle.


And do the same thing again next year, hopefully a little taller and a little stronger.

Happy Year of the Rat

Taiko makes me tired. Winter makes me want to crawl into a hole and burrow in my papers.