What a wonderful opening event on Saturday. An honor to receive this beautiful vessel. Can’t wait to share more interactions with it here.
During a time of intense transition and uncertainty, this vessel has provided comfort and beauty in even the most mundane of spaces.
these keys represent only a fraction of the number of places this patra vessel and i have lived in over the last several months. i hope the great amount of generosity i experienced during this time will stay contained in the vessel as it moves to yet another new home and is given off to my dear friend. and to the patra, i give this rilke poem as traveling blessing.
“Ignorant before the heavens of my life, I stand and gaze in wonder. Oh the vastness of the stars. Their rising and descent. How still. As if I didn’t exist. Do I have any share in this? Have I somehow dispensed with their pure effect? Does my blood’s ebb and flow change with their changes? Let me put aside every desire, every relationship except this one, so that my heart grows used to its farthest spaces. Better that it live fully aware, in the terror of its stars, than as if protected, soothed by what is near.” -Rainer Maria Rilke
This post is quite late. After some hesitancy, I would like to share my experience. I wrote these thoughts about receiving, living with and parting with the vessel. I’ve been recuperating from an ankle injury for almost a year now. I still cherish the time I spent with the vessel. Living and caring for an object of such beauty, centered me and gave me inspiration.
Receiving the vessel:
When Rebecca told me she wanted to give me the vessel, I felt so honored. Knowing it gave her comfort and helped her through a tough time gives me hope. To be around its beauty, out of myself for a moment, to have something to care for and to live it with.
Living with the vessel:
I decided to let the vessel hold my worries and fears for me. I wrote them down, tore up the paper, and when the vessel got full, burned the papers.
I drew the vessel, on a semi-regular basis. An opportunity to start a regular drawing practice.
So much feeling. Grateful for being alive, for what I do have. For the beauty around me. For the connection to others through the vessel. The web of intersections of people who are struggling, who are celebrating. To fill the vessel with feelings, to have it hold them. To have it hold my worry, pain, fear. And to have it buoy me, my hopes and gratitudes enveloped by it. To know someone cherished their vessel and found solace in it in the last days of their life. The vessel gave me clarity, a focus, moments of stillness as I studied it. A daily practice. An opportunity to break out of the thoughts that I can’t draw, of blockage in my creative projects. To embrace non-attachment. And then to have a document of the time I spent with the vessel. A document of the days I could sit long enough to draw in more detail; the days when all I could do was a quick outline. Yet my heart is attached to the vessel. What am I going to do when I don’t have it to hold my fear? Can I let it go, and hold in me the wonderful gift of living with the vessel?
I am inspired every time I visit the patra passage website. The poem Hold out your hand filled me with such gratitude for every moment, for being alive and the beauty around us.
Here are some photos
With torn papers
A few drawings
Just a few more drawings
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