For Inmost Words: Slideshow of Possibility

Misty Mountains 1

Misty Mountains 1

Haiku by Matsuo Basho, Calligraphy by Soseki Aoyagi

Haiku by Matsuo Basho, Calligraphy by Soseki Aoyagi

Breath Visible

Breath Visible

Pablo Neruda: Lost in the Forest

Pablo Neruda: Lost in the Forest

Clear Lake

Clear Lake

Calligraphy by Aizu Yaichi

Calligraphy by Aizu Yaichi: 心 Heart

Irresistibly In Bloom

Irresistibly In Bloom

And then the day comes.. by Anais  Nin

And then the day comes.. by Anais Nin

Night Road 2

Night Road 2

Poem by Lady Kataiko, Calligraphy by Yopiko

Poem by Lady Kataiko, Calligraphy by Yopiko

For Inmost Words prints are vessels for you to fill as you choose. Lines of water, wind and ink hold the flows of nature within them, so that they may imbue your message with extra earth and roots, and carry them deeper into the heart of the receiver. Unorthodox, fluid containers for your words are an invitation to break out of the rectangular grid and explore writing that is more humanly irregular. Words thus entwined with image bypass the mind’s outer defenses and head for the core.

What will it be? a poem, marriage contract, calligraphy, a letter to a lover or yourself? This series is, in a sense, a collaboration: I provide the landscape, you complete it in a way that is unique to you. I welcome commissions to explore the merging of our work.

 

Misty Mountains 1

Haiku by Matsuo Basho (1644–1694)
Calligraphy by Soseki Aoyagi

月ぞしるべこなたへ入せ旅の宿

The moon is the guide,
Come this way to my house,
So says the host of a wayside inn.

Breath Visible

Lost In The Rorest
by Pablo Neruda

Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.

Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.

Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind

as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood—
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.

Clear Lake

Calligraphy by AIZU Yaichi (1881–1956)
Japanese poet, calligrapher and historian

heart

Irresistibly In Bloom

by Anais Nin

And then the day comes when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

Night Road 2

Poem Lady Kataiko (early 13th century)
Calligraphy by Yopiko

有馬山 猪名の笹原 風吹けば いでそよ人を 忘れやはする

As Mount Arima
Sends its rustling winds across
Ina’s bamboo plains,
I will be just as steadfast
And never will forget you.