LaDonna Smith

LaDonna Smith, musician and artist, is interested in exploring shapes, velocities and lines in modalities of aural soundscapes and visual rhythmics. Musical improvisation, automatic line drawings, sculpture, rocks, clay and cave interests are her touch bases for surrealist investigation, as reality becomes shifted in the moment of transmuting essence, subconscious reception, perception and time.

“What is important is to keep our mind high in the world of true understanding, and returning to the world of our daily experience to seek therein the truth of beauty. No matter what we may be doing at a given moment, we must not forget it has a bearing upon our everlasting self which is poetry.”

– Basho, excerpted in Wild Waters and the Tao

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The Eye of the Storm

The enigma of the labyrinth of life is the eruption of a presence

within the ruins of perception. Suddenly the pathways turn in an unknown

direction, circumnavigating the poisonous snakes in the desert storm.

It is the presence of the sacred cave, co-existing in turmoil and confusing

signals, that stick on the walls of a Consciousness too full to receive

the sparks in the cracks and crannies of the tomb.

Consequently, infinite paths and dead ends call for remarkable transitions

that envelope the senses and ignite surprise and wonder.

The smell of fresh rain, the fragrance illuminating the defense of dreaming.

The sequences of poetic mystery soured by sunlight raise the confessions

of the cathedral to mark the myriad of mercies bestowed by one

well honored and past due rain. The torrent of frequencies that fly around the

magnetic pole of ice that rising out of the desert, create an endless spiral

of field mice and their cities, preserving in place the unending treadmill of modern

society, where needy and greedy survive in the illusion of life as a social event

of games and winning in the chaos and Self-destruction.

Let the noise shake the ground so as to collapse the architecture of human folly

and render a landscape, melted and fragmented into crushed jewelry and mirrors.

Glinting silhouettes of past triptychs and shrines to the Gods of ever grander monuments,

incinerating the exposure of ignorance awaiting nothing and no one.

Let that moment of Peace resonate the Truth in the Eye of the Storm,

for all things pass unexpectedly, and this too shall.