The Aspiration of The Artist

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English: "The Moselle near Schengen at th...

English: “The Moselle near Schengen at the Drailännereck”, oil painting by Luxembourg artist Nico Klopp, 1924. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

From a deep well comes a certain longing.  It is for a distant horizon, dimly remembered, portending a certain clarity.  The striving for a transcendental, gives flesh and meaning to the concreteness of everyday reality.  For the artist is always seeking something more, be it in a painting, a song, or a poem.

What is the aspiration of the artist?   This question is as old as the hills, and as new as the as the latest blog post.  Timeless in form, yet essential in delineation, the artist strives to enter into the conversation of life, the river of connection that daily engulfs our lives.  Connection is key, for the moment dialogue is engaged, the artist enters into her element, and the creative flow arises naturally.  This is a given.

Perhaps in this new year, 2014, we can assess the realities before us.  A fact is still a fact, yet a dramatization can yield rich metaphors of meaning.  Hence, a realm of poetry is entered, a landscape of vivid portrayal, giving fresh impetus to the artist’s innate desire to create.  Yet, it is the conversation that gives meaning, the open knowledge that someone has seen our work, and that someone understands and appreciates it.

This is why, we at Lavender Turquois, curate the best, most interesting and liveliest of the vast offerings present to us in the WordPress domain.  This is our calling, and we hope your enjoy our effort.  For it is entering into the conversation, the element of mutual appreciation and dialog that comes with sincere effort, that is the true aspiration of the artist.

The Westfjords of Iceland

Originally posted on meticulousmick:

In 2010 the Lonely Planet listed the West Fjords region in Iceland in its top 10 places to go in the world. West Fjords is by far the least visited region of Iceland, with only 14 percent of the 750,000 foreign tourists visiting the region*.

The reason is quite simple, the main tourist route does a circuit of the main island, but does not include this peninsular which sits at the top north west of Iceland, standing out like a cockerel’s comb. The perfect place to get away from it all and just take in the scenery.

West Fjords in June

West Fjords in June

Of course part of my objective with this post is to make the Scot in Norway drool as he looks forward to his own trip to Iceland.

For those interested this image was taken just outside Flateyri on the Onundarfjordur.

* Iceland Review Online

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Living Courageously

Originally posted on Keeping Company:

I received a lovely email from a sister wishing me a blessed time on the upcoming pilgrimage, which ended with: “…may you be gifted with much ‘courage and confidence, but above all great confidence.’ -Marie Madeleine.”

Henri Nouwen has the following to say on courage:

“Have courage,” we often say to one another.  Courage is a spiritual virtue.  The word courage comes from the Latin word cor, which means “heart.”  A courageous act is an act coming from the heart. A courageous word is a word arising from the heart.  The heart, however, is not just the place where our emotions are located.  The heart is the centre of our being, the centre of all thoughts, feelings, passions, and decisions.

To live courageously then is to live from the heart; impassionedly, authentically and humbly.

For Reflection:
• How is your heart? Describe its colour, weight or feel. Is it light or…

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Fish And Chips

Originally posted on poetreecreations.org:

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Has I walk down  Hastings promenade

I stand and watch the fishing trawler net cascade

Seagulls following right behind

Swooping, diving, seeing what they can find

Holiday makers eating chips

Seagulls watch with an eagle eye

Looking at their fish and chips

Or any odd food bits

They will dive, and swoop,

Take a sandwich from your hand

Politeness they do not understand

They will come from miles

To pinch your chips

Happily on your head they will sit

If you come to Hastings or St Leonard on sea

Don’t forget seagulls love fish and chips

Just like you and me

Thomas Sims

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