Media: Ink on Yupo
ABOUT THE TITLE
The title of this piece is a quote from the Buddhist sutra poem "Genjokoan". The full quote is:
Zen master Baoche of Mount Mayu was fanning himself. A monk approached and said, "Master, the nature of wind is permanent and there is no place it does not reach. Why, then do you fan yourself?"
"Although you understand that the nature of wind is permanent;" Baoche replied, "you do not understand the meaning of its reaching everywhere."
"What is the meaning of its reaching everywhere?" asked the monk again. The master just kept fanning himself. The monk bowed deeply.
The actualization of the buddha-dharma, the vital path of its correct transmission, is like this. If you say that you do not need to fan yourself because the nature of wind is permanent and you can have wind without fanning, you will understand neither permanence nor the nature of wind. The nature of wind is permanent; because of that, the wind of the Buddha's house brings forth the gold of the earth and makes fragrant the cream of the long river.
ABOUT THE SERIES
My partner, Qayyum Johnson, and I have been honoring the moon cycle since the summer of 2019. Each new moon and full moon Qayyum writes a poem and I create a painting. Sometimes Qayyum writes the poem and I make a painting in response to that. Sometimes the other way around. Sometimes we both create from the inspiration of the moon.
The poem that Qayyum wrote in response to this painting is below.
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A NOTE ON FRAMING
This painting is unframed and is shipped rolled into a tube. If you would like, I can include instructions for an alternative framing method. It consists of two pieces of crown molding cut to the width of the painting. Upon arrival, you affix the top and bottom edges of the painting to the two pieces of molding. The top piece has a bracket for hanging on a nail.
Our Invisible, Crazy Hearts Moon
New Moon January 11, 2024
Mostly you don’t see the moon in a city
So a new moon is a double-blind bind
An experiment in lunacy for lunatics
It’s a bit kabuki & goes like this:
Imagine all the pollution, poverty & injustice
That you perceive become thin stars while
The new moon that you cannot see
Swells infinitely filling everything
Else with dark matter.
Now blessed by the uncanny weird
Able to see both the known & the unknown,
You are left with the unspeakable feeling
Of being intimately mixed up in a great matter
Whether it is clear to you or not
Today, tonight & tomorrow
Will come beating for you from deep within
And what will you do then?