...let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.
Kahlil Gibran, Xian zhi
|Vows, journal page two|
These two journal pages are my response to last week's homework assignment for my CalArts class. For this assignment, we were to choose either a marriage announcement or an obituary and create an art piece about the person. I chose a marriage announcement about two gentlemen who were both professors and in their early 40's. They had celebrated their vows in a small church amongst close friends and family.
I imagined them not at the beginning of their relationship with each other, and because of their ages, more aware of what they want out of their relationship and out of life. I pictured two people who respect and understand each other's needs and dreams and who will be there for each other through difficult and happy times.
|Vows, journal pages one and two|
During the week while working on this journal page, I also had a dream which fit perfectly in this theme. I wrote it out and adhered the handwritten note to the page.
Last night I dreamt:
I was on a staircase, grey, metal with large gaps between steps, and wires and bolts holding everything together.
It all seemed to be suspended high above, with the beginning and the end not in sight.
I misjudged how to climb to the next step and found myself hanging onto to the outside of the staircase by one of the wires and in between steps.
Then you came along.
You had a strong rope.
You threw one end out to me.
I took hold of it because I trusted you completely.
joining sunday sketches