Yes, I Feel Like I Must Travel On.


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Work of Elizabeth Marie Hohimer

Handwoven cotton cloth grown from the ground of West Texas, stained with dirt collected from Marfa to Joshua Tree and all that spans through New Mexico, Arizona and in between.

 
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What runs from West Texas on out farther West
till LA is visible through its hiccups of suburbs
sets off a freedom in me.
The residual effects linger here.

 This consistency of freedom, solitude and horizon
has been mapped with materials
whose energy corresponds to the desert.
Their essence and origin comes from this space.

The consciousness that is realized in the desert can be traveled to
through these materials that have been exposed to the energy of the land.

 Colors ,  Stains ,  Memory ,  Mirage

 It’s not about a specific place or a route with an end destination,
but more a recognizing of openness and where openness resides for you.

 Seeing patterns and settling into the movement of a circle.

Yes, I feel like I Must Travel On

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The Wolf and the Dog

  * image via NYPL archive

* image via NYPL archive

A wolf was going over a high way in the evening. It was hungry. He met a dog. The dog was fat and appeared happy. The wolf made friendship with the dog.

“You are looking better. It appears you are happy and enjoying. Your skin is so nice. You have been fed properly with vitamins, proteins and minerals” said the wolf.

“Look my friend, my life is simple. I watch my master’s house. He feeds me daily four times. I have been given a small house where I sleep well. I don’t have any difficulties.”

“Then your life is good. I also wish the same. But you see my plight. I am always hungry. You see my bones. I am fed very little. I don’t have vitamins and proteins in my food.”

“Ok then. Come with me. Live with me. You will also be happy. Luxury maketh a person” said the dog.

The wolf agreed. Both of them reached the house where the dog lived. Both were happy. As the wolf entered the house accidentally he saw the top of the dog’s neck. He found no hairs there. If at all there were hairs they were too short.

“Why there are no hairs on your neck?” The wolf asked the dog.

“Oh! my dear friend. Why doyou ask it? My master puts a belt on my neck. The belt rubs the neck while the belt is tied to a chain tight. My master pulls it and pushes me into the kennel”  said the dog.

“What ? neck tie and chain” the wolf thus said and didn’t enter further. He was astonishedto hear what the dog said.

“Friend, let me go back. I am not jealous about you. You eat good food. But you are tied here. My bones are thin, true. But I am free in my world. I can go anywhere I like. Thank you. I shall go back.”

Thus said wolf went back to his forest.