Sometimes art just happens. Maybe someone is there to observe it. Another person can also be inspired by the moment as much as you might be. It is about sensing something, observing it, slowing down, being present, and having an open heart to know when this moment arrives.
A friend, Liz Taub, aka Violizzy, an excellent violin and fiddle player, and her son, Jonny Warschauer, also an artist, were on Tybee Island, Georgia, at dusk. It is the 17th year of the cycle of the local cicadas. They were out in full-throated song. The sun was setting. Liz had her violin as she picnicked along Tybee Creek with Jonny, who had his phone.
The video below is a document of that moment. It is when two human hearts, the song of insects, and the movement of the sun conspired to give them, and now us, a chance to stop and open ourselves to what can come from our ability to pause and notice what is present. So Liz and Jonny decided to become part of the moment by contributing what they had to offer.
With great delight, we share this moment with you. Enjoy.
Rumi on When Art Just Happens
This Rumi poem below speaks to the spontaneous nature of art and how is it constantly in our lives.
In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art.
Drum sound rises on the air,
its throb, my heart.
a voice inside the best say,
“I know you’re tired,
but come. “This is the way.”
Are you jealous of the ocean’s generosity?
Why would you refuse to give
this joy to anyone?
Fish don’t hold the scared liquid in cups!
They swim in the huge fluid freedom.
The Essential Rumi Translation by Coleman Barks with John Moyne excerpt from CHINESE ART AND GREEK ART Pages 122 and 123
Thankyou Diane, Violizzy and Johnny for sharing this moment with us. The light, the sounds and the connections all come together to create art. Thank you for sharing the joy!!
Thanks Kitt. Observing and sometimes being draw to participate in something special that is happening is one of the greatest joys.