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 | What you see below is one of Jerry's Vajrayogini Mandalas (midstage), emancipated... 
"The language spoken by Dakinis is not verbal - it is visual. Even mantras are usually communicated in visual form.
"[T]he language used in such forms of sadhana (spiritual practice) is metaphorical - it is as if information is compressed into a sphere with many layers. The true Buddha mandala is not flat - those [mandala] images you see are only a slice of a greater [multi-dimensional] image. The mandala is spherical and could be sliced in an infinite number of ways.
"The dakini language is like this. Let us imagine a dakini in vajra form, crystalline, wearing white brocade robes, in the midst of diamond flowers and roads of pearls. She takes a snowball and throws it at the meditator. When the snowball lands on his or her heart or forehead, it opens up, and within it is a world of knowledge. The snowball has many layers." | | | | |  | |  |    | |  | | |   | | Phase Two of the Bone Bikini Project | | | by Jerry Goins on
 |  Alana Keres and I are exploring the lore and iconography of a female buddha who turns up under the rubric of 'vajra-yogini.' The word 'vajra' roughly translates to 'lightning' or 'diamond.' Of course, 'yogini' would be a woman who performs yoga -- but in this case we might say she yokes (from the same root as 'yoga') or bridles lightning.
Although we're not sure just how many turns this project will take, it seems a safe bet there will be at least three. The first phase encompassed a series of sketches I made at the beginning of 2007 (which AK has threaded into the Helter Skelter slideshow); the second phase was carried out at Sainte Colombe sur l'Hers, a small village just a few kilometers from Carcassone.
Most of my time in the Midi-Pyrenees was spent getting to know the lineaments of the vajrayogini image - to understand how it was put together, where the lines of tension built and released in the figure. Now back in Houston, I've started to loosen out quite a bit, reaching into places where she and her mandala start to fall (or fly) apart. As I have had a long-standing relationship with the integrity of the human form, her dismemberment is a little unnerving - but good.
We have put together a short slide-show/movie which shows the unfoldment of two paintings I worked on while at the Centre international CAT'Art. Take a look and let us know what you think! (If you tap the Comment button, you can write as a 'guest' without having to log-in or create an account.)
AK has a whole riff on the title of the project -- "Meeting the Girl in the Bone Bikini" -- over on the MGBB project blog. This is also where the first slideshow is idling, though I understand that Alana is in the process of recompiling it to the smaller window for which it was designed.
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 | (from Oct. 12) Had another great day yesterday. Worked most of the day until about 10:pm. Then, walked home along the river on a wonderfully dark night, arrived here and sat by the fire for about an hour or so, then went to bed. The Persian miniature show (the one at the Louvre) must have had more effect on me than I previously realized. Most of the last two days have been spent working on line, very refined line, on both a small and larger scale.
I've done two or three pretty nice line drawings of the vajrayogini figure. Much more classical and academic than any of the sketches.
Hopefully today I'll be moving the largest over to a stage where I can loosen it up and begin some real paint flinging. Meanwhile, with the smallest, I'll continue to develop layers of color and line.
I met artists yesterday from England, Spain, and France. Two painters and a photographer. How wonderful to just work, eat , sleep, walk, and a little pleasant human interaction along the way each day. I'm in heaven. | | | | |  | |  |     | |  | | |   | | "Red Night" wins Honorable Mention at HCAF | | | by Anamortia on
 | Green Man, FlatBlob (who made our portal Flash movie) and Anamortia all set out on the road for Ingram Texas yesterday, firmly under the impression that the opening was from 6 until 8. We arrived fashionably late --at 6:30 -- were warmly greeted by four or five people, then wandered around for 15 minutes or so. After a while I asked: "Does the opening not start till 7?" "No," deadpanned Debbie Luce, "it's already over." "Ha-ha... no, but really..." "Really," she grinned, "it was from 4 until 6!"
I nearly fainted. Green Man burst out laughing. Flatblob just wandered off to the river to climb trees. I wondered why they greeted us at the door with the news that Green Man had won Honorable Mention... It seemed like an - um - interesting protocol, but hey, we're artists, we can adapt.
However. I really have to get cracking on that time machine.
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The Houston VAA (Visual Arts Alliance) show had a very touch-and-go feel from the moment Jerry set out to deliver the paintings last week. (My bad. ) The artist picked them up from Austin on Friday, and I called on Saturday morning to let him know he had 45 minutes to deliver the artwork to One Allen Center - about 30 miles from his house. VAA had a 2-hour delivery window, a bit tighter than we were anticipating!
(clik on painting for slide show of opening)
When the Green Man arrived, curator and co. put him to work hauling artwork and lifting partitions, taking advantage of his youth and inexperience. *8^D...
Having sown the lateness karma, I of course had to reap a little as well: when I went to pick up a car to drive to Houston (my Metro , when it is seen at all, is generally regarded as a gas-powered hockey puck ) the agency didn't have anything on the lot for another two hours. So my drive down (into the very teeth of rushhour traffic, no less) began at 3 p.m.
But something curious happened. Traffic failed to materialize, I actually understood my map, and --most miraculous of all-- a parking spot opened directly in front of One Allen Center. I arrived at 5:57 for the 6 p.m. opening. Jerry pulled up 10 minutes later, but by that time I had managed to find the labyrinthine tunnels that run beneath the Houston skyline. So I got to practice my best Ariadne impression while upstairs the Minotaur rode the escalators and wondered where Dedalus hid the chess set.
Meanwhile back at the opening: There was a surprisingly robust attendance, and the ninety works on display are adroitly arranged in a space that is --one realizes after a minute-- deceptively small. Yet none of the artwork felt or looked crowded, a fact that I chalk up to curatorial skill, but also the location under a sprawling skylight which opens up the space more actively than you might think it would.
As the jurors and executives of the VAA called us into a group, Jerry had wandered off to look for Hugh McDonald and Gordon Phillipson. I half-wondered if he realized there were prizes involved. As the honorable mentions were announced, I kept thinking: no-no-no-no-no... do *not* say his name. Most obliging. Then they announced Third Place, using the title of the painting: Oracle. I looked around. No Jerry. After a minute he wandered to the front, a bit dazed. He *didn't* know. They had to fish him back and hand the envelope to him; standing next to me, I leaned up and muttered, "So, what is it?" "Just a certificate," he whispered back. "I don't think so..." He opened it and his mood instantly brightened. Third Place was more than its own reward.
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