{"id":9987,"date":"2015-04-13T11:55:01","date_gmt":"2015-04-13T08:55:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/nonaorbach.com\/\/?p=9987"},"modified":"2015-04-14T09:51:25","modified_gmt":"2015-04-14T06:51:25","slug":"vessels","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nonaorbach.com\/vessels\/","title":{"rendered":"Vessels"},"content":{"rendered":"

I<\/span> was<\/span> the first guest early autumn morning and at the Ryoanji Zen garden.<\/span><\/h3>\n

My hands reached for the sketchbook, opening it on my lap. I witnessed my right hand drawing thin pen lines on a white page – that turned out\u00a0 <\/span>to be stones. <\/span><\/h3>\n

\u00a0\"ryoanji\"<\/span><\/h3>\n

An image of a frail soul glided from the right-hand side, looking down at the stones and me and the sketchbook. My father<\/a>, dead for a few days, was drifting into the ancient garden and drawing.<\/span><\/h3>\n

\"ryoanji<\/span><\/h3>\n

A few weeks later, at my studio, I gazed at wooden blocks 15X15X3 waiting for me since summer to do something with them. I was impatiently carving with a knife into the wood, but shortly leaving it discouraged.<\/span><\/h3>\n

Thus, I went around organizing things – sometimes it comforts.<\/span><\/h3>\n

An electric engraver I got years ago, suddenly revealed itself. I have never used it.<\/span><\/h3>\n

I hastily began burning deep into the wood block: dots, shapes, lines.<\/span><\/h3>\n

The smell of burning firewood filled the air. Cloud-like thoughts about my father’s chemistry vessels, ancient clay wine containers and the question if I would prefer to be burnt after death…<\/span><\/h3>\n

\"amphora<\/p>\n

\"amphora<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My\u00a0hands, astonished, as they found a path that transformed my being through fire, pen, images, and a name for\u00a0a new alchemical process – series.<\/span><\/h3>\n

An Amphora for the Dead.<\/span><\/h3>\n

 <\/p>\n

Memory and Oblivion\u00a0<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/h3>\n

Mending Tools<\/span><\/a>\u00a0<\/span><\/h3>\n

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