Great Blossoming
Item
- Title
- Great Blossoming
- Alternative Title
- Great Blossoming
- Creator
- Karen Blessen
- Date
- 2020
- Description
- The page is a collage of abstract art and handwritten text. The left side includes a green virus-like shape, a black and white sunflower, and abstract black and white shapes. The right side features orange and black abstract shapes, a black silhouette of a figure, and more abstract black and white elements. The text is interspersed with these visuals, creating a layered and textured composition.
- Dates Completed
- Feb 17, 2020 - March 29, 2020
- Keywords
- Great Blossoming; 29 Pieces; Origin story; 15-year anniversary; Covid-19 pandemic; Ankle replacement; Lockdown; Seeds; Garden metaphors; Shitstorm; Lotus blossom; Viral spread; Human care; Kelly’s surgery; Pandemic awareness; Lincoln NE; UNL library project; Frustrations; Phoebe Little; Yale admission; Shelley Thornton; Weeds; Coronavirus genome; Darkness; Recalibration; Post-surgery care; Joy of reading; Lynda II Gordon; Emily Dickinson biography; Lockdown struggles; Daily walks; Neighborhood photography; Grey days; Meditation group; Artistic survival tips; Vision and ethics; End of normal life; Growth cycle; Pandemic virus; Strength components; Tribal identity; National identity; Art from past pandemics; Human contact; Compassion; Sources of inspiration; Hilma af Klimt; Spiritual inspiration; The volcano blew
- Transcription
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Even the darkness is not too dark.
Exploring the darkness in my heart. The occasional darkness. It isn't TOO dark.
This cool indifference that arises when overextended or disrespected.
Back when working on ONE Bullet I had experiential moments of recognition of darkness. And it wasn't 'dark'—as in no light, or pure black.
It was something cold steel blue grey, indifferent vacuous, expansive biting wind. And apathetic, infinite cold black wind. The exact polar opposite of a Van Gogh sunflower painting.
My mostly sun gazing heart has its moments. When I turn away from the sun, or someone pulls a hood over my head, and I feel that biting wind on the back of my neck and for a moment or two, three, I am lodged in that expansive, vacuous, cold blue place.
It's not where I want to be.
Turn Pivot Re-calibrate Refresh Back to souls up the light of mercy, compassion, humor and love.
Even the darkness is not too dark.
It can feel pitch black and still the hand of love can touch you. Directly No filters. No bent rays. No reflection. - Rights
- To inquire about usage, please contact Archives & Special Collections, University of Nebraska-Lincoln Libraries. These images are for educational use only. Not all images are available for publication.
- Is Part Of
- Great Blossoming
- Relation
- Image Gallery