I love the little Zen art I’ve experienced. It gels, it rings my bell; and any damned poseur trying to explain it obviously doesn’t understand. He misses the bus—at best he is a simpleton or at worst he’s out to impress others. (Yes … I do realise what I’ve just said …)
Zen art … simply is.
Good. That done, let’s get on with the post. Bess posted a shot of a work-in-progress which from my perspective seems most excellent just as it is. Without having gained permission and knowing what artists can be like (I married one! Boom boom~!) I shan’t purloin what I saw on her blog (lovely poppies, Bess~). But—
—it certainly seems in the zen mood.
Zen artists, we’re told, capture the spirit of the moment. And in as few brushstrokes as it takes. The greatest swordsman that old Japan ever produced was one Miyamoto Musashi (in WW2 Japan named a truly fearsome battleship after him) and he was also a most excellent Zen artist—
—capturing his subject with little fuss (Audubon, eat your heart out).
Like these, for example (above and below):
I could wax lyrical here, and babble and burble, which would NOT be in keeping with the theme of—
—unpretentious honesty with as few brush-strokes as it takes.
Capture the moment … and
Bess’s poppies certainly seem to do that.