cotton, felt, embroidery floss, beads, love...
cotton, felt, embroidery floss, beads, love...
cotton, felt, embroidery floss, beads, love...
a meditation on jacob's ladder
paper sculpture Karen Brooks 2010
Born into the world between silence.
The sounds reverberate between silence.
Keyboard, fret board, musical staff, all resemble ladders.
Fingers, notes, angels, ascend and descend the spaces between.
The silence embraces the sound, form is etched onto silent space.
From where ever you are, still connected to the eternal one.
A life, a brief and holy moment
between silence.
fire dragon
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| paper sculpture by Karen Brooks 2010 |
A loved one reminds me; "you speak in color, it flows from your eyes, don't make yourself gray for others. You belong here too."
Then I realize that I'm not in the wrong place. The force of transformation is here, to be called on, the force of love and power, promising to be here as long as we need. Ancient and twisted through to the core, reaching back to the stars, what we are born to be. To be a blessing, each and everyone, in our own way. We get to practice this with each other, and no one is excluded.
still climbing...
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| paper sculpture/ Karen Brooks 2010 |
the fleeting sweetness of summer days
driftwood girl
Here is a girl that I painted on driftwood. Yesterday my son Roscoe and I were walking on the path by Lake Champlain and I picked up a lovely scrap of driftwood. I admit I have far more driftwood than I can paint in one lifetime. It was with me anyway when I reached home, along with 5 delightfully small acorns, and lingering bits of conversation edging on the enormity of the unknown.
orange spiral felted doll
A new being has sprouted, made of cloth with felt face, ears, hands and tails. The eyes are felted directly on from wool. Fun!
We walked across the Golden Gate Bridge in August and looked out at the bay. Everything appeared to shimmer with possibility.Is it possible to begin again?
It happens every day.
Sometimes it takes an open horizon, a reflective body of water, and a dazzling golden bridge to see the velocity of change heading toward us.
That day, on the bridge, the spiral ran right through me.
We walked across the Golden Gate Bridge in August and looked out at the bay. Everything appeared to shimmer with possibility.Is it possible to begin again?
It happens every day.
Sometimes it takes an open horizon, a reflective body of water, and a dazzling golden bridge to see the velocity of change heading toward us.
"Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries" Roethke
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talking to the creation angel...not so sure about the willing part of being vulnerable, definitely moving among mysteries... paper sculpture by Karen Brooks 2010 |
Paper Sculpture of Ganesha
Here is a paper sculpture that I made. It is Ganesha, playing a song, removing obstacles.
Can you hear the music?
Ganesha is on the cover of a new guitar CD:
Between Silence, poems for solo guitar by David Kraus.
Ganesha
This is Little Nemo. He holds a central role in the Pomeranian Circus. Some have compared him to Ganesha, the remover (and creator!) of obstacles. It seems that this is the role of love too, to create and remove obstacles. If stories can turn into prayers, then make this a story of obstacles removed.
Dance
He sat and danced and walked, backwards and forwards, dervishly spinning and I saw before me the Pomeranian Circus. There would be 6 dogs in colorful costumes, leaping through hoops, dancing, rolling on balls, standing each others shoulders to form double pyramids.
Devotion
In devotion there is a focus that guides one to the extraordinary.
Threshold
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| Lion Dog awaits at the gate... |
