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Golden Section Drawings | Laurence Holden
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Essay on the series. 8220;Four Seasons Drawing #1”, 1998. 22″h. x 30″w. Charcoal and pastel on paper. Collection of the artist. 8220;Four Seasons Drawing #2” 1998. 22″h. x 30″w. Charcoal and pastel on paper. Collection of the artist. 8220;G.G.S. Drawing 3.98 #2,” 1998. 22″h. x 30″w. Charcoal on paper. Collection of the artist. Installation view of “Dance for Gwinnett,” 1998. 96″h. x 180″w. Charcoal and pastel on paper. Collection of the artist. Profile of the Artist. Essays on the Art.
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Exhibits | Laurence Holden
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Seedlight and More: Paintings and Poems. Center for Art and Rehabilitative Energies, Shellman, Ga. Within Reach of a River – Poems and Paintings 2001-2010. Westminster Schools, Atlanta. Piedmont College, Demorest, GA The Beowulf Cycle, 2001-2002. Anderson Art Center, Indianapolis, IN, In The Garden of the Golden Sections 1984-2001. Macon and Company Fine Arts, Atlanta, In the Garden of the Golden Sections. Gwinnett Fine Arts Center, Atlanta. “ In the Garden of the Golden Sections: 1984-1998. Lake Wales A...
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Silvermoonfrog: River Prayer
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Acts of Faith in Reverence to Beauty by Honor Woodard. Friday, February 8, 2013. I feel this place through all my senses, thus defining my own borders. My senses each define me differently. How far can I see? How quiet a noise can I perceive and at what great distance? What plants can I detect with my nose? Is that the river’s mud or an otter or some rotting leaves that smells so pungent? What is the temperature of the air on my skin? How fast is that wind, and from what direction? The river is a prayer&...
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Silvermoonfrog: September 2014
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Acts of Faith in Reverence to Beauty by Honor Woodard. Friday, September 5, 2014. Emerging into Grace and Beauty. More than I can count. And so it is that over the last decades of my life I have become more and more permeable to nature, to beauty, to all that is. There are times I feel breathed by a boulder, drunken in by the river, made steam by the sun and spread thin by the wind. Friday, September 05, 2014. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Walking the Sacred Cove. On Tuesday, I worked l...
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Silvermoonfrog: All My Relations (a poem in progress)
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Acts of Faith in Reverence to Beauty by Honor Woodard. Thursday, June 12, 2014. All My Relations (a poem in progress). I am the fading hemlock,. Flayed orange by woolly adelgid. I am the soft creek,. Sneaking past the mossy rock. I am the bright bubble,. Bouncing along the surface. I am the cobalt sky,. Reflected in the caught pool. I am the broken giant,. Cut short by careless campers. I am the hearty moss,. I am the worn path,. Kept soft by loving soles. I am the cool winter breeze,. I am the hawk,.
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Silvermoonfrog: Little Cuties...
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Acts of Faith in Reverence to Beauty by Honor Woodard. Sunday, August 9, 2009. Sunday, August 09, 2009. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Walking the Sacred Cove. I take off my shoes and socks before alighting on the trail into the sacred forest. Today this forest is almost overwhelmingly fragrant. . Deepening Hues of the Season. Wow, it’s been quite some time since I posted. Summer has gone and Autumn is falling fast into Winter, as we had our first freeze just this . Emerging into Grace and Beauty.
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Silvermoonfrog: Emerging into Grace and Beauty
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Acts of Faith in Reverence to Beauty by Honor Woodard. Friday, September 5, 2014. Emerging into Grace and Beauty. More than I can count. And so it is that over the last decades of my life I have become more and more permeable to nature, to beauty, to all that is. There are times I feel breathed by a boulder, drunken in by the river, made steam by the sun and spread thin by the wind. Friday, September 05, 2014. You are a real mystic. This is incredibly beautiful. Thank you. September 7, 2014 at 6:08 PM.
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Silvermoonfrog: Mitigation (a poem)
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Acts of Faith in Reverence to Beauty by Honor Woodard. Tuesday, March 3, 2015. In sanguine chador,. With a hint of cerulean. Sky on her brow,. Here is a girl. Is offset by her reflection. She models the grace. We all doubt but long for,. That we can dare to keep our innocence. In the presence of our tragic wounding;. That our courage could be so great. As to look ourselves. In the face of our deepest pain. And remain standing,. Remain whole, with our compassion intact. With the divine spark in us. On Tue...
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Silvermoonfrog: In Transit
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Acts of Faith in Reverence to Beauty by Honor Woodard. Friday, March 14, 2014. As this column of light. Into what I cannot see. This feeling what my eyes see. So deep in my being. Press of air against me. Expansion of sound inside of me. At unrest in my heart space. Where my sole makes contact. With the mother of all things. Joining us together all ways. Beyond our capacity to choose. In spite of our sensitive skins. Our cold feet running. Like the clear water. Still finding its way. Those of you I email...
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Silvermoonfrog: March 2015
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Acts of Faith in Reverence to Beauty by Honor Woodard. Tuesday, March 3, 2015. In sanguine chador,. With a hint of cerulean. Sky on her brow,. Here is a girl. Is offset by her reflection. She models the grace. We all doubt but long for,. That we can dare to keep our innocence. In the presence of our tragic wounding;. That our courage could be so great. As to look ourselves. In the face of our deepest pain. And remain standing,. Remain whole, with our compassion intact. With the divine spark in us. On Tue...
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