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September 12, 2011


That must have been a shock! But a good one.

I do think that each art has something to teach us about the others, just as each form in writing teaches about the others--sometimes that we can bring something of one genre into quite another, sometimes that we can define more clearly what each thing is and can be.


Beth, thank you so much for sharing this - your thoughts as well as your sketches.


About the time this appeared, I was holding in my hand a set of colour photos of the Way of the Cross some of us contributed to during Lent 2010... including your amazing linocut showing Jesus in the embrace of the oh-so-creepy Judas... and am not sure you ever posted it to your blog. I hope you will do that when the time is right, and also please pretty please the willow with the stars in it!

I can relate to this--I've had similar experiences reading old journals, which I have kept erratically over the years. How wonderful that you were encouraged by your mother. And also how wonderful to have so many talents. It makes sense that at times one would lie fallow while you were exploring another. I imagine, though, that each has affected and influenced the other. After writing, coming back to art wouldn't be starting where you left off, but at a new place, not only because of being older and at another place in the journey, but because of years spent creatively, if differently.

Vivian, I looked back and yes, did write about the print you mentioned, back in April 2010: http://www.cassandrapages.com/the_cassandra_pages/2010/04/from-drawing-to-print.html

Marly, Lilian - yes, it's definitely true that one art influences the others, and also that the discipline of working at one teaches you things about another. Practicing the piano is totally different from drawing or writing every day, but both take commitment, and you learn that hard work actually does get you somewhere -- you learn to trust the process, and not to be scared of the times when you feel like you're flying blind. I think maybe going back and forth is also good in that you don't get in a rut. I'm honestly not sure how much of this lifelong immersion in the arts is talent. I think it's more just genuine love and commitment, and the good fortune to have been encouraged and supported in it when I was very young.

It's really true what you say about mastery through practice. Your recent art seems so much more powerful than your earlier work, good though that is. More self assured, maybe?

It's hard to describe what I felt when I read this. I turned 38 this September, and since the last few months I've been thinking seriously about writing; I have been unsatisfied with my vocation (a profession that has nothing to do with art), and after work - which involves a lot of communication with people - I want to "hide" in my study, away from everyone, and write. But what struck me as I read this was the cyclical nature of things, the awareness of which comes only through age and experience. It makes me wonder what I will eventually come back to.

The sketch of your mother is beautiful and haunting, like a face appearing out of a mist.

Lovely drawings.

Safe travels, and a good visit to you.

Visiting you today because I have written some Cassandra poems recently and have long felt connected to the mythical Cassandra. We share an inspiration.

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Who was Cassandra?

  • In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.