A friend is picking apples and other delectables in an organic farm in Washington state. For the record, I'm typing this on a computer, I have a BSEE (that's collecting dust), so it's not exactly like I'm a primmie. I sense that gardens and geometry (yet another rabbit hole of a storyline) are the hubs of the gaiac equation. Here's a short excerpt of a recent chat with my friend:
9:40 PM me: aha, read this...This is so very close to what I envision as art colony,eARTh...
"Everyone needs their own space. And everyone needs a space in which they can be a community. Eating and meeting determine the communal space. The garden is in common, and all craft and artistic activities are best executed autonomously and anonymously as a collective whole. We each breathe and live in the same common space. Who is to say where the inspiration comes from? The cook in the kitchen cooks the beets which make the soul of the poet come alive. Was the poem in the beet and the love of the cook before it became a song in the mind? Give thanks to all beings and take credit for nothing. The Creator sustains the flow." - Sixteen Principles for the Reunion of Condor and Eagle
9:42 PM faun: perfect
9:43 PM me: so very perfect, so the garden of eden spirals forth again...thinking i will leave here in a month, thinking maybe NOLA, but just pack and it'll be obvious
thinking of community gardens, gardens in abandoned yards(homes)
9:46 PM faun: similar conversation tonight was over food not bombs; a friend said gardens not lawns
me: yes! oui!
9:48 PM faun: as you've once said; serendipity
one day the dream of a tree house; a forest; a garden; alternative/solar energy . . .
peace love & light
me: one day very soon, gaia would like that too
9:49 PM faun: ecovillages everywhere
9:50 PM me: i am off to skip to find spot in america that people desire that, and to create art rather than work 9-5 to pay cable bill
9:51 PM faun: something authentic
9:52 PM what we were created for; art
Indeed, what we were created for -- to create Art on eARTh.
p.s. I rigorously rambunctiously suggest you join the Twitter twibe, I'm at eve11. It's one way for artists to collectively share and mutually support our work towards building eARTh colony wherever our home and heart is. Sure, right now there is a glut of techies and PR folk on Twitter, but I'll plug you into the network of green lovers, artists and poets, if you email me privately. It definitely doesn't work to read Twitter. Its genius is not in broadcasting news; but enabling moment to moment haiku-like two-way dialogue. The Maitreya effect of friend to friend to friend in action. It's active participation (SMS aka text messaging is bonus), collaboration and bouncing inspiration back and forth that makes it worthwhile.
ART Paul Cezanne's Still-life with Apples or, Nature morte. Les Pomme; Paul Cezanne's Vessels, Basket & Fruit