The Gates, Christo & Jean-Claude

[jimboloco]

yes to SEE, yes. FREDERICK FRANCK's Ten Commandments on seeing-drawing

(#VII,)"You shall consider the mouse you draw as more important than the contents of all the museums in the world, for...

(#VIII)...you shall love the ten thousand things with all your heart and a blade of grass as yourself.....

(#IX) Let each drawing be your first: a calebration OF THE EYE AWAKENED.

(X) ....for you are your time, and it is brief."

The Awakened Eye
(English):
A Companion Volume to the Zen of Seeing Seeing, Drawing As Meditation Author: Frederick Franck
Publisher: Random House Inc
ISBN: 0394740211
Format: Paperback
MSRP: $ 9.95
http://www.pricegrabber.com/search_getp ... 0394740211

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[mousey1]

Eye see. Jimbolokee.

Lescaret you are an eloquent writer. It is a pleasure reading you.

[jimboloco]

But my point is this - if you actually experience them (which I was lucky enough to do), you get an entirely different perspective on them.

yes eloquent les
caret it on down,
mon! wild runnin free.....

[lescaret]

Upon returning from visiting The Gates one last time this passed weekend, I penned the following summation of my experience (pictures accompany this posting in the Snippets area of Studio Eight):

The Gates - Last Visit

February 25, Saturday morning the last weekend of
their existence. Early to the Park, the sun rises
clear over the East Side and falls in bright, cold
sheets through the pumpkin glow Gates, and then gauzy
clouds smudge the cheerful solar clarity into wan but
joyful melancholy.

Already the Gates begin to whisper “we were here once”
and in their passing moment they speak for all of us
who celebrate lives, loves, who’ve lost friends,
relatives, influences, shed joy, wept, felt defeated
but rose, who raised glasses and toasted success,
happiness, good fortune, the wonder of sight, the
oddity of loving another. And despite our inability to
understand or explain the vagaries of our lives, we
journey onward, sometimes gracefully, sometimes in
lurches and gusts, but mostly with an unyielding urge
to pass through yet another gate, though no assurance
of safety or reward attends our determined steps.

[hester_prynne]

I'm with mousey....I don't get it either really, however following this thread what I do get is that the gate's are like doorways, opening us up to the Art that is everywhere we go, only taken for granted?

I like that concept very much.

From your descriptions Les, it sounds like walking through them was pretty neat.

I watch Dave Letterman everynight...and comments he's made about them have of course been rather wry....

good to read and see this side of the project too....Thanks for opening the door for me here.....

H

[jimboloco]

I like your last lyric post as well
a memoir for all time,
"Less carry it
on down th line!!!!!"
It should be in the Bible,
not that stupid stuff they call
"Revelations......"

Already the Gates begin to whisper “we were here once”
and in their passing moment they speak for all of us
who celebrate lives, loves, who’ve lost friends,
relatives, influences, shed joy, wept, felt defeated
but rose, who raised glasses and toasted success,
happiness, good fortune, the wonder of sight, the
oddity of loving another. And despite our inability to
understand or explain the vagaries of our lives, we
journey onward, sometimes gracefully, sometimes in
lurches and gusts, but mostly with an unyielding urge
to pass through yet another gate, though no assurance
of safety or reward attends our determined steps.

This is one of my fave posts, amen.