“Sanskrit bindu: ‘This word, which has many meanings, like ‘point, dot, zero, drop, germ, seed, semen.’ . . . It is the point from which inner and outer space have their origin and in which they become one again.’ The thought, poem, is a cell or seed; a germ of living thought; growing from nothing to ripeness. Instead of the dead wood of systems, the tree of life; ramifications; branched thoughts new-grown with pleasant pain.” Govinda, Foundations of Tibetan Mysticism, 116 From Norman O. Brown’s Love’s Body
See, the point displays without display and circles ’round the mother of all things, is the mother of all things, floats down to grace a forest or caress a flower or flutter into rest. And if no one sees, if no one knows, still, the point pulses and pours meaning ancient and new.
(photo by Dave Grant of New Jersey’s Ocean Institute: http://ux.brookdalecc.edu/staff/sandyhook/dgrant/)
You have to grab your chocolate milk and pretend you just walked home from school, switched on the tv and…
Thanks to Otto Mann: http://ottomann.wordpress.com/ i found the traveling dot splendid.
The butterfly shown here consists of dots and points spilling from inks held by hands that perpetually shake.
This blog intends to herald all things pointillist or close to it. And so it begins with my own creation on card.
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