The Middle Way
Zen Spot #59 -- Mindfulness, meditation and South Philly sidewalk art January 20, 2018 20:18
What speaks to me
I marvel at any artist who commands their own personal language; especially those that use an esoteric and feral vernacular. The beautiful confusion of a visual language that waves me over for a visit, while extending a second palm demanding I keep my distance, brings out the compulsive autodidact. Something as simple as how the artist chooses to draw an eye can consume me.
Some schools of thought hold that all art comes from the child within. I don’t quite agree, with the exception of an artist's almost universal desire for recognition when their artwork is completed. Paint on a sidewalk and an artist has made a very specific choice about exposure and permanence.
High slow traffic
The artwork above has a bench nearby. Dozens of begrudging cars looking to pounce on a parking space creep by all day long. Abundant foot traffic saunters -- hipsters, babushkas, new moms, luncheoneers, criminals, gym Jims, artists and more.
There is always the rustle of a human being somewhere within earshot of the bench. Often, the rustle is the whiter part of white noise. The words of passersby are garbled mumbles. Not music. Not quiet. Not a singing bowl. Not a crowded family beach in August. Not something. Not nothing. Instead, a universal, esoteric and feral vernacular.
Sit on the art.
An artist, entrepreneur and writer walking the Buddhist path, his art focuses on the Dharma Wheel. The four wheels shown above are among over 600 DharmaMechanic has created over the course of his career. Each has a unique story. If you’d like to read the story of these wheels or purchase a framed 20" x 20" ready-to-hang print, visit SilkDharma.com.