“The world is full of magic things patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” William Butler Yeats (from The Painter’s Keys)
To provoke the senses is to be inspired. Without the conscious act of giving in to at least one sense little would be painted, written, performed or otherwise translated into art. Art requires that openness that comes from recognizing the role the senses play in inspiration. It is not only one sense that must be provoked in the creation of art, but all of them. And all of the senses include the most important and most elusive, the sixth sense
Can a painter paint smell or a writer write color? Suppose a person wants to provoke the feeling of a breeze blowing through the trees. Painting a few bent over trees won’t do it. Neither will writing the words, “ a breeze blowing through the trees,” provoke much. But giving those bent over trees some texture and color with paint, words or action and perhaps the senses of sight, touch, maybe hearing, could be provoked. Add some autumn leaves and smell might join the other senses. Taste could even be added to the mix if those trees happen to be apple trees. Five senses have now come into play with that blowing breeze.
But what about the sixth sense, the magic sense? How can one go from sensing taste, sight, smell, feel and hearing to actually standing one with the trees totally within the blowing breeze. The only way the magical sixth sense can be provoked is to let go of the effort. The sixth sense comes from feeling the magic. The magic comes from within. To become one with that breeze is to go within and patiently sharpen the sense of magic, to be in that moment. Artist and breeze are one.
All very easy for me to say but doing is another thing entirely. In the meantime, I think I will go out and sit under a tree for a while. Maybe if I sit long enough, the magic will happen. Maybe I will begin to grow roots. Maybe birds will nest in my hair. Maybe leaves will sprout from my fingers. Maybe I’ll sit long enough to get arrested for loitering. I wonder what the judge will do when I say I was sharpening my senses by becoming one with the breeze? Maybe someone will come bail me out of the slammer.
Mary-Gwyn, may I please have that one ? (Note excellent manners: surely you can’t resist ’em ?)
Yellow irises ? – stunning.
“The only way the magical sixth sense can be provoked is to let go of the effort. The sixth sense comes from feeling the magic. The magic comes from within. To become one with that breeze is to go within and patiently sharpen the sense of magic, to be in that moment. Artist and breeze are one.”
That’s not only a glorious thought, but it also denotes a point – and there must be several – where painting and writing differ. That one is DEFINITELY yours. 🙂
That first line was tasty! To provoke the senses! I like it. 🙂
“Tasty” is a great description!!!
Yum! I CAN taste it. 😉 I hope all is well and thanks for stopping by today!
Spoken like a true artist! I always enjoy your writings!
I appreciate that! 😉
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That is beautiful, im always in awe of your work. That is art, so pretty.
I believe it is possible to paint the smell and breeze, and write in color. I loved your image, too! I suppose that’s your own painting. Nicely done!
Thanks so much!! We are all working to paint smell and write color, i think!