This Victorian era "clock" designed to tell time based on the moments in the day when flowers bloom should give a lift after that depressing thought:
|Swedish botanist Carl Linnaeus proposed use of this time keeping device in Philosophia Botanica (1751)|
The experience of transcendental meditation has been somewhat miraculous to me in that I haven't ever felt the way I feel while practicing this meditation. All other types of meditation have left me feeling frustrated and wondering if "it's working" or if I'm really doing anything to help my most basic anxieties. This technique seems to do as it's named, transcend. I actually don't experience time (even though my thoughts are going on and on just as "normal"). Instead, there's this inexplicable experience of all and none, here and nowhere, now and forever. I have a short, set amount of time that I'm shooting for to spend meditating and it's important that I don't meditate all day, but the precision of time just doesn't matter. It's the activity that takes precedence and must be repeated twice daily along the rise and fall of my typical human energy levels and moods.
The more personal realization of how I work on my artwork as a timeless technique came to mind as well. I'm currently working on the 2nd (of what may be a series of) cross stitch double portraits of myself and my husband. There are almost 41,000 stitches equaling the number of pixels in the 10" x 16" photograph I am reproducing. When I did the first one, titled "Spending Time," I approached it much like the honoring meditations of my repetitive artworks before it. Spend a lot of time working on it through a repeated action, practice precision and contemplate the work as it slowly evolves however sometimes frustrating or other times freeing. To me, this idea correlated with my understanding of myself in a long-term (marriage) relationship. However sometimes freeing or other times frustrating, it's all time, spending time, it's an accumulation of everything all intermingled together into one big jumble of "us." And then, there's the "no time." I'm reminded of the buddhist "no mind." There's also the "no us" and the "no me." The slowness of making my art also flies in the face of contemporary art making practices which run along the same rat race (art market) as the rest of our capitalism based self making. I realize that I am just NOT cut out for that race. So, as long as there is "no time" and I'm "spending time" I'll be taking care of the otherworld, perhaps the neitherworld (like Horvitz captures) of the Art world.
|Working on my self.|