Everything now says nothing.
Enso it goes on.
Beginning and ending.Birthing and Dying.
Each moment unique and different from the last.
Catching a few of them.
In brush and ink.
Let go of perfection,
Let go of comparison.
Let the breath draw out the lines.
And the brushes make their mark
Illustrating only the whole.
Kat Robertson September 2017
It all happened very quickly.
A combination of being around mindful people on a recent teaching course, some long unanswered questions, re-zen, being answered, (in a very zen way, through dreams and sychronicities), a deep need to simplify everything, followed, immediately, by a deep fear of letting go of my illustrative bent. But hey, my house-martins had flown away and my compassionate brave vision stands complete and this idea kept nagging at me, resulting in concentrating, focused on INTENTION and the breath alone, simply playing with this ancient intriguing enso form and delighting in every breath.
It is becoming a daily practice for me.
Exploring using fresh plants ‘pickings’ as brushes and enjoying all the shapes and ideas they suggest. I have also been intrigued by the plants own ‘signature’ made by pressing the ‘brush’ into the paper on completion of the enso. Experimenting with making digital mandalas out of those images…leading to some inkblot test style images that always suggest new stories for my work!
I am loving it.