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.

“Let the Paths of Your Fingertips be Your Map”

Originally posted on from the heart:

For Rob who will never know;
for Parker Palmer for his wisdom and
for David Whyte for his fierceness

Some days ago, an acquaintance visited my home and I could tell he was uncomfortable there. He told me later that my house had told him much about what my life was like now, after the divorce, the tornado, the earthquake, as I am trying to put things back together. This surprised me, because although I think of my house as a way station of sorts, it is a comfortable way station, a kind of refuge that I am, for the most part, comfortable in. Leaving aside the unpacked boxes of things I do not plan to keep, the empty bookshelves I do not intend to fill, the mirrors I do not plan to hang, it is still a place of protection for me. So I was startled by his negative…

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The Root that Flourishes in Rocky Soil

Originally posted on Contemplative in the Mud:

In Coloane, Macau

Take note of the root that flourishes in soil so rocky that it is almost impossible to plough. Still, it produces perfect fruit, good to the taste. You are that soil, beaten upon, as you are, by heavy storms of war and by the evil winds raised up by the devil. Yet… you will remain steadfast.
Saint Hildegard von Bingen

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Lemons in Mom’s Antique Yellow-ware Mixing Bowl

Originally posted on Heni's Happy Paintings:

Yellow-ware Mixing Bowl - acrylic painting by Heni Sandoval Lemon’s in Mom’s Yellow-ware Mixing Bowl – acrylic painting by Heni Sandoval

     I’ve just completed Lemons in Mom’s Antique Yellow-ware Mixing Bowl in honor of my Mom’s birthday which is on January 27th.   It was fun to paint a formal still life that I think she would have liked.  She had several antique yellow-ware bowls and used them daily in her cooking.  I remember mixing many batches of chocolate chip cookie batters in her large bowls.
     Mom loved to cook and so did Dad.  These days they would have been known as “foodies.”  Our life growing up revolved around food.  Together they made breakfast every weekend which varied from waffles or corncrakes to homemade biscuits, scrambled eggs and grits.  It seemed like most weekends they had dinner parties at which Mom tried out new recipes,
     The holidays were always about the special meals.  From black-eye peas…

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Squirrel-Proof Bird Feeder Rebuilt

Originally posted on neihtn:

Two days ago, I again hung out our squirrel-proof feeder after I had rebuilt its inside. For two days no bird came! It could have been the result of the storm which dumped 5 inches of snow on us. Or did the birds give up on us and gone away?

Today, at about lunch time, I looked out and all the birds were back, from cardinals to woodpeckers. A squirrel also investigated, but gave up in less than a minute.

Red-Bellied Woodpecker at rebuilt bird feeder Red-Bellied Woodpecker at rebuilt bird feeder

I know the bird feeder looks “war-ravaged”, but its innards are brand new and work perfectly. After the woodpecker got her seed, she flew to a nearby oak branch to work on it.

Woodpecker Woodpecker on oak branch

Meanwhile, from our yellow magnolia tree, a nuthatch eyed the feeder before flying there for a quick snatch.

Nuthatch Nuthatch aiming for bird feeder

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