The Creativity Sanctuary of Lefty Caligari
Tags/ Posted by John HoltI am a garden of earthly delights. I am the apple you would fall for a thousand times. I am the apricot you would die for.continue reading this poem
AiM (Artists in Mind) was founded nine years ago as such a place for creative self realisation, as a place of respect and freedom of expression.
Creativity as the Immune System of the Mind
Tags/ Posted by John HoltYou, supplement to the endless series, place this mirror up to your face: Can you feel the steam of breath against your lips?continue reading this poem
From the beginning of human consciousness, there has been a concern with the “fractured self”. What constitutes the break within the mind and how do we repair the damage? How do we reconcile the boundaries between the self, environment and cosmos?
Art for Earth’s Sake
Tags/ Posted by John HoltIf souls must be here they do not watch us even accidentally for a moment—not being subject to the laws of chance. With the kindly detachment of settlement house angels they overlook our lives.continue reading this poem
None of the native languages of North America contain a word that can be regarded as synonymous with the western concept of “art”–which is separable from the rest of daily life. It might therefore be possible to argue that no art in the Western sense was produced by the aboriginal inhabitants of North America. But the number of books devoted to, museums exhibiting, and dealers offering for sale items of “North American Indian Art,” belie this truth about the Native Americans.
Contemporary Art in Question
Tags/ Posted by John HoltWhat season is it, Cy, when all the birds get dragged backcontinue reading this poem
Every work of art is the child of its age and, in many cases, the mother of our emotions. It follows that each period of culture produces an art of its own which can never be repeated. Efforts to revive the art principles of the past will at best produce an art that is still-born…..The nightmare of materialism, which has turned the life of the universe into an evil, useless game is not yet past; it holds the awakening soul still in its grip.
