Hasu Transitoire (The Transient Lotus)

Korean Air flight attendants : sea foam silk shirts, perfectly creased cream skirts, tiny neck scarves perfectly folded and peaked like meringue, delicate blue hair bow adorning a tight bun. They all spoke softly and never let some trace of a smile leave their face. The Flight : apart from my accidental knife launching incident during lunch, which thankfully my neighbor to the right (a middle-aged man with braces who tried to read the introduction to a Jane Austen novel for most of the eleven hour flight) did not mind terribly, it was a smooth journey. The exit row sure is the way to go…with my backpack in front of my seat, I could work myself almost completely horizontal. With my big black eye mask and purple blanket and pillow, I must have been a sight to the tiny (mostly) Asian populous of the plane who made almost no noise (save one angry baby with the chubbiest cheeks imaginable!) and kept to themselves. In fact, it was likely this very nature of my fellow flyers that made the t...

ON THE CONSTITUTION OF REALITY visions to date timelines and day breaks triangulated mind forms intentions and thought storms perspectives derived on chord and wind cries this pretty patterned paradox that shape-shifting ladyfox all ever becoming…

Jen Mann Alexander Veranese Gabriel Wickbold Ben Grasso "Red and Blue House" Felipe Guga Ivan Sanjuan "Space Tree" Jennifer Nehrbass Alex Binder Shepard Fairey "Nico" Larry Carlson Tom French Mark Schaer Peter Cross "Steam Locomotive" Yigal Ozeri Tanya Johnson Glen Barr

FRIDAY APRIL 9, 5:30-6:30  Lindsey DeWitt, Ph.D. Candidate, UCLA (Buddhist Studies) Mt. Kôya and Buddhist Restrictions to Women in Pre-Modern Japan Art Building Room 317, University of Washington Forever Banished: Restrictions Regarding Women at Mt. Kōya  Mt. Kōya has been one of the most sacred pilgrimage, worship, and training sites in Japan since the ninth-century, drawing devotees across geographic, sectarian, class, and gender barriers. This sacred mountain and its religious institutions are regarded as paradigmatic examples of Japan’s rich religious history and culture, yet most Japanese and Western descriptions ignore the fact that one half of the population – women – was excluded for most of its history. This paper examines the history of women’s restrictions at Mt. Kōya by looking at stories about Kūkai’s 空海 (774-835) mother. I argue that gender, as symbolized by this female figure, constitutes a key variable in the construction of sacred space and...

Finally getting up-to-date with my beloved art world after school/fun-business. Thought I'd share some pieces I've fallen madly in love with... tran nguyen "and the world came tumbling after" tran nguyen --- this is often how my I imagine my brain alex young "latex" ---- paint splatter beauty magic!! alex young "nina kate" alexey malina "flowers" (series) david polumba "strawberry popsicle" ---does it get sexier than this? serena cole "black reign" --- copper and painting john brophy "barometric" --- a real think-piece best ever "implosion" tessar lo "beyond the flowers" brandi strickland "everything i need is where i'm going" ---how I envision strong women brandi strickland "secret source" ---- collage magic! byroglyphics "bebecalyx" ---haunting june leeloo nimit malavia "carry all that i am able" ---incredible shading ...

Outside the walls of Huizhou three li, Gentleman for court discussion Wang’s family ancestral grave cloister was there. During the Xiaoxing reign, he invited the monk Huihong to live there and administer it. The monk just ate heartily and peacefully sat and did not chant sutras or make praise to the Buddha. In regard to offerings, he burned incense and did it as briefly as possible. He was merely able to restrain himself, and did not make other mistakes. In the master’s house above and below all was accustomed to this, and this was preserved for twenty years.  In Gandao 2 nd year he was sick and died, and the Wang clan buried him at a nearby mountain. Originally there was a great mulberry tree and its branches were flourishing. Several months later it suddenly withered and died. After a rain, mushrooms grew, and a Wang servant tending goats passed by it, saw its plump white brilliant radiance, and plucked it to present to the master. If fried in the usual fashion, the taste was d...

What a delight to find an old notebook (gold leaf lotus design on the cover no less!) full of travel notes, directions, observations, food memories, and poems. I was instantly transported back to August/September 2009 (time? what time?) with all my senses as I read through the slightly weathered pages. Thought I'd share some... Shibuya at Dusk Orange lights flash in unison…tangerine pulse one, two, three Crimson cab pulling over             Pulled over                         Stopped Lace doily seats and gloved hands coming into full view Teal heals and bubble dress floats away Work weathered faces march fixedly homeward Wide eyed youth warriors just starting their dance Lights effervescent but still subdued. Umbrellas dangle gingerly from wrinkled hands, A push cart…a scooter…shoe shuffling Adorned with digital acc...