The men resent a woman getting any honour in what they consider is essentially their field. Men painters mostly despise women painters. So I have decided to stop squirming, to throw any honour in with Canada and women.
Emily CarrRead
There was neither horizon, cloud, nor sound; of that pink, spread silence even I had become part, belonging as much to sky as to earth.
Interpretation
The quote reflects a deep connection to nature, illustrating a sense of belonging in the world.
Emily Carr's quote evokes a profound and serene experience of nature where all boundaries dissolve, creating an intimate relationship between the observer and the environment. The imagery of silence and the absence of separation between sky and earth symbolizes a spiritual communion with the elements, suggesting that we are all part of a greater whole.
In practice
During a meditation retreat, I shared this quote to encourage participants to embrace the tranquility of nature.
The men resent a woman getting any honour in what they consider is essentially their field. Men painters mostly despise women painters. So I have decided to stop squirming, to throw any honour in with Canada and women.
Art is art, nature is nature, you cannot improve upon it.... Pictures should be inspired by nature, but made in the soul of the artist. It is the soul of the individual that counts.
You must be absolutely honest and true in the depicting of a totem for meaning is attached to every line. You must be most particular about detail and proportion.
I think that one's art is a growth inside one. I do not think one can explain growth. It is silent and subtle. One does not keep digging up a plant to see how it grows.
It is wonderful to feel the grandness of Canada in the raw.
Indians do not hinder the progress of their dead by embalming or tight coffining. When the spirit has gone they give the body back to the earth. the earth welcomes the body-coaxes new life and beauty from it, hurries over what men shudder at. Lovely tender herbage bursts from the graves, swiftly, exulting over corruption.
How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? ... The end of living and the beginning of survival.
Let us permit nature to have her way. She understands her business better than we do.
Spring has again returned. _x000D_ _x000D_ The Earth is like a child that knows many poems._x000D_ _x000D_ Many, O so many. For the hardship_x000D_ _x000D_ of such long learning she receives the prize._x000D_ _x000D_ _x000D_ Strict was her teacher. _x000D_ _x000D_ The white in the old man's beard pleases us._x000D_ _x000D_ Now, what to call green, to call blue,_x000D_ _x000D_ we dare to ask: She knows, She knows!
...but I preferred reading the American landscape as we went along. Every bump, rise, and stretch in it mystified my longing.
Anybody can dig a hole and plant a tree. But make sure it survives. You have to nurture it, you have to water it, you have to keep at it until it becomes rooted so it can take care or itself. There are so many enemies of trees.
It is in man's heart that the life of nature's spectacle exists; to see it, one must feel it.
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