“You are in the right place.”
I have been in so many places the last six weeks, from the Alabama shore, to New Mexico, to Berlin, to Basel and a little village in France. My head is bursting with ideas. I won’t explain my dream (from the title) to you just now, but the woman who appeared in it assured me: you are in the right place. Wherever I am, when I remember this, along with bless everything that happens so more of the right thing will happen — the space opens and I have freedom of movement. Of course I only remember this when I have gotten stuck somewhere….
I want to show you work from a few of the students in Taos, New Mexico and at the Akademie der Kunst in Berlin:
At the end of our class in Berlin, one of the students said it’s not the work that I did that matters most, it is what happened in the room. This means so much to me. If I were a musician, I would describe it like Debussy: Music is the space between the notes. It isn’t the notes that make a piece what it is, but the journey between them. Beauty requires emptiness to be seen or felt or even discovered. Creating a structure for contemplative emptiness is the most important thing I can put in the room. There is power in letting go of what we know, and experimenting — feeling for the sound of genuine, for what wants to come.
My class was inspired by the work of Hans-Joachim Burgert, a sculptor, painter, poet, calligrapher and writer of music. I discovered him many years ago, like other things in my life, by “accident”. I didn’t know for the longest time whose calligraphy it was I was carrying in my pocket with such admiration. I also didn’t know that he wrote music. Here is the organ he played with its hand-painted panels:
Teaching at the Akademie was an honor which came from the grant I received from The Great Meadows Foundation last year to see their collection. Teaching there allowed students to see original work and handmade and printed books from Hans-Joachim Burgert and other artists and calligraphers.
My trip was full of surprises…one of the best ones was the invitation to meet Jonas Burgert in his studio. This is where I discovered the organ. He is the son of Hans-Joachim, and after many years of struggle as an artist, has been discovered. None of my photos of his studio, which is a large compound, convey the immensity, complexity and genuineness of his work.
Now, back home, my head is still spinning. But it helps me to write to you, and to remember my dream: you are in the right place.
What have you been surprised by? I’d love to hear from you.