We warmly welcome your attendance this Friday from 6:00-8:00 pm at the opening reception of a new series of paintings by BZC sangha member Ms Wallace. "A show of 10 paintings which allegorize the process of transforming selfish lashing out into disciplined and effective action. This imagery comes from the artist's experience of the chasm between the ideals of her own wisdom and the reality of Zen practice as it is. As a metaphor for the imperfection of the Zen practitioner, the paintings themselves exist as they are."
With his horns fiercely projected in the air the beast snorts,
Madly running over the mountain paths, farther and farther he goes astray!
A dark cloud is spread across the entrance of the valley,
And who knows how much of the fine fresh herb is trampled under his wild hoofs!
- Discipline Begun
I am in possession of a straw rope, and I pass it through his nose,
For once he makes a frantic attempt to run away, but he is severely whipped and whipped;
The beast resists the training with all the power there is in a nature wild and ungoverned,
But the rustic gunman never relaxes his pulling tether and ever-ready whip.
- In Harness
Gradually getting into Harness the beast is now content to be led by the nose,
Crossing the stream, walking along the mountain path, he follows every step of the leader;
The leader holds the rope tightly in his hand never letting it go,
All day long he is on the alert almost unconscious of what fatigue is.
- Faced Round
After long days of training the result begins to tell and the beast is faced round,
A nature so wild and ungoverned is finally broken, he has become gentler;
But the tender has not yet given him his full confidence,
He still keeps his straw rope with which the gun is now tied to a tree.
Under the green willow tree and by the ancient mountain stream,
The gun is set at liberty to pursue his own pleasures;
At the eventide when a grey mist descends on the pasture,
The boy wends his homeward way with the animal quietly following.
On the verdant field the beast contentedly lies idling his time away,
No whip is needed now, nor any kind of restraint;
The boy too sits leisurely under the pine tree,
Playing a tune of peace, overflowing with joy.
- Laissez Faire
The spring stream in the evening sun flows languidly along the willow-lined bank,
In the hazy atmosphere the meadow grass is seen growing thick;
When hungry he grazes, when thirsty he quaffs, as time sweetly slides,
While the boy on the rock dozes for hours not noticing anything that goes on about him.
- All Forgotten
The beast all in white now is surrounded by the white clouds,
The man is perfectly at his ease and care-free, so is his companion;
The white clouds penetrated by the moon-light cast their white shadows below,
The white clouds and the bright moon-light—each following its course of movement.
- The Solitary Moon
Nowhere is the beast, and the gunman is master of his time,
He is a solitary cloud wafting lightly along the mountain peaks;
Clapping his hands he sings joyfully in the moon-light,
But remember a last wall is still left barring his homeward walk.
- Both Vanished
Both the man and the animal have disappeared, no traces are left,
The bright moon-light is empty and shadowless with all the ten-thousand objects in it;
If anyone should ask the meaning of this,
Behold the lilies of the field and its fresh sweet scented verdure.
Poem adapted from “Ten Oxherding Pictures by an Unknown Master”, D.T. Suzuki, Manual of Zen Buddhism
All works by Ms. Wallace 2011
Oil on Canvas/ price upon request