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James Knowles at the
Yellow Bird Gallery (2006)
My brother James Knowles has long been a great inspiration to me as an artist. Please click title link to see my photographs of his sculptures in bronze and paintings in oil, as well as my photographic portraits of him.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Thursday, March 23, 2006
At Dusk, the Cold Front
Out of the great nothing
something
You, lighters of lanterns
wait
The stars will illumine your way
They wait for the dark
steady
They watch the winds
swirl
Meanwhile the door
percusses
Asleep the puppy
groans
Out there the bell, old now
clinks
Will the stars fathom my words?
And I their winks?
All around, the forest
roars
copyright Nancy B. Knowles 2006
Out of the great nothing
something
You, lighters of lanterns
wait
The stars will illumine your way
They wait for the dark
steady
They watch the winds
swirl
Meanwhile the door
percusses
Asleep the puppy
groans
Out there the bell, old now
clinks
Will the stars fathom my words?
And I their winks?
All around, the forest
roars
copyright Nancy B. Knowles 2006
Friday, February 17, 2006
This blog gives me an opportunity to share unpublished work, such as this beautiful song from 16th century Spain by Juan Vasquez, that missed the final cut for our renaissance song CD, Piva, on Gyre.
Amor Es Voluntad
[click to hear song]
copyright 2006 Nancy B. Knowles
Amor Es Voluntad
[click to hear song]
copyright 2006 Nancy B. Knowles
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Today's blog is a culling of thoughts on presence, or the body as a window to the soul.
Essence
(some reflections)
My work radiates outward from silence. Nature welcomes, asks for my silence, hence I have chosen to live in her midst. We must pass through inner and outer silence to find presence (our essence).
When a great artist walks on stage it is the space within which [s]he moves. Living with spaciousness softens the edges of this mad world. Those who have presence honor other’s space, human, plant, animal, mineral. To communicate with others we must first listen to our own bodies. The body reveals the mind and the soul and is the most direct route to them. It is through the body that the mind speaks. To hear the body we must calm the chatter, the noise of tension. Our bodies are sacred. As a performer, my body is my instrument. To do my work, to BE, I must keep it flexible and free.
Essence
(some reflections)
My work radiates outward from silence. Nature welcomes, asks for my silence, hence I have chosen to live in her midst. We must pass through inner and outer silence to find presence (our essence).
When a great artist walks on stage it is the space within which [s]he moves. Living with spaciousness softens the edges of this mad world. Those who have presence honor other’s space, human, plant, animal, mineral. To communicate with others we must first listen to our own bodies. The body reveals the mind and the soul and is the most direct route to them. It is through the body that the mind speaks. To hear the body we must calm the chatter, the noise of tension. Our bodies are sacred. As a performer, my body is my instrument. To do my work, to BE, I must keep it flexible and free.
“There is a way between voice and presence
where information flows.
In disciplined silence it opens.
With wandering talk it opens.
Stop the words now.
Open the window in the center of your chest,
And let the spirits fly in and out.”
--Rumi
Sunday, February 05, 2006
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[click on image]
How Fragile She Is 2005
White roses sent to my parents for their 67th wedding anniversary; this one graces the cover of Frank Wallace's cycle of 16 songs for two voices and guitar, How Fragile She Is (2005), a musical celebration of and prayer for our small planet.
copyright Nancy B. Knowles 2006
Saturday, February 04, 2006
For years the bansuri flute of India has been a solace to me--so much like the human voice. Often when I need to have a good cry, I do it on this simple instrument, which is made of reed, has very thin (resonant) walls, a wide diameter, and large finger holes for bending notes. This is an improvisation on medieval Spanish tunes.
Flute improvisation
[Click to hear]
copyright 2006 Nancy B. Knowles
Flute improvisation
[Click to hear]
copyright 2006 Nancy B. Knowles
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
River Panning
on editing recordings of our songs
We climb into increase
working our sweat into lather
which we then scrape off, flinging, splat
there on the floor to mingle
with our shavings
our clippings, polishings, our ravings.
Our froth and our chaff: music’s mud
from whence golden flecks wink at us,
laughing at what we left behind.
from Syzygy (2006)
song cycle for mezzo-soprano and guitar
by Frank Wallace with poetry
by Nancy Knowles
copyright 2006 Nancy B. Knowles
on editing recordings of our songs
We climb into increase
working our sweat into lather
which we then scrape off, flinging, splat
there on the floor to mingle
with our shavings
our clippings, polishings, our ravings.
Our froth and our chaff: music’s mud
from whence golden flecks wink at us,
laughing at what we left behind.
from Syzygy (2006)
song cycle for mezzo-soprano and guitar
by Frank Wallace with poetry
by Nancy Knowles
copyright 2006 Nancy B. Knowles
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
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Jardin de Calla : Peru Revisited
a photo essay
[click on image to view photo essay, then click on first thumbnail and arrows to proceed]
Many years ago I lived in Peru for a couple of years. On Duo LiveOak's recent South American concert tour I finally had the chance to return. This short photo essay from that trip speaks of my love of the country where I became a photographer.copyright 2006 Nancy B. Knowles
Friday, January 27, 2006
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Mon Dernier Mot (song)
[click on title: it will take a minute, as it is a complete song]
by Fernando Sor (1778-1839)
accompanied by Frank Wallace playing 1854 guitar by Manuel GutiƩrrez (Sevilla), recorded in 2000, not released on CD
Duo LiveOak CDs available at: www.gyremusic.com
For more information about Duo LiveOak: www.duoliveoak.com
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