Judith Johnson

420 O'Connell Rd. , Peterborough, Ontario K9J 4C9 Canada (705) 741-2817
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Judith Johnson...

I have enjoyed viewing and producing art for as long as I can remember. An interest in science and scientific illustration sidetracked me repeatedly, and I ended up as a college biology teacher and part time artist in Prince George BC. I left that life to do meditation training full time. From that experience I have learned that mixed media visual art and poetry are an essential part of my education in this life. When things are going well art helps me with the human relationships which are more important than paid work or marks on canvas, or in any other medium. I have spent the last year working on "Life Journey" my first solo show which will be exhibited at KAGS, opening May 23, 2010 at 1 pm. email Judith

Ambition

If I am to be an angel

I will fly on sackcloth wings

and sprinkle ashes

like fairy dust,

caustic to burn away egos delusions

so I may love and be loved

as I am and you are.

Magenta Key

Breakfast in Tim Hortons

I am the Canadian mosaic

broken edges
of fragmented truths
grouted together

in two dimensional space like ancient Egyptian Art
Irregular shards jig sawed in a crazy paving
like a quilt my grandmother might have made
with scraps of velvet, Victorian prints and my grandfathers old shirts

forming pictures the ants can't see as they establish a path across
the varied tiles
searching for nourishment
returning to the warren under the hill
where the pregnant queen
lays egg after egg
and workers feed blind grubs who dream of metamorphosis and distant
journeys

I am an egg, a grub, an ant, a pupating queen.

Life 1: Evolution (first in a series of 6 panels)

Life 2: Detail from a clay sculpture called Out of Bounds

Life 3:"Love"

I want to live where I can see both self and other,

equally clear and bright

and working together

like sugar and yeast.

Maybe it is my turn to be the sugar

consumed and altered

by the yeast which also dies

when the bread is baked.

Maybe I will be yeast,

split, grow, secrete gas to make the bread rise

then cooked, passive as sugar, in Gods oven.

Help me make your dreams come true.

Cat child

Solitary, predatory, suspicious, curious,

clinging to the milky mother.

Never questioning appetite and satiation would be a mistake.

Nevertheless, curiosity killed the cat.

Unexpectedly Authentic

Walking is falling,

catching myself, repeatedly.

Walking the walk is falling

and being caught.

Falling into avarice,

caught by generosity.

Falling into lust,

caught by patience.

Falling into pain,

caught by gratitude,

Falling into denial,

caught by memory.

Falling through time,

caught by infinity.

It does not matter if I walk on my feet or my knees,

I will keep falling and I will learn to trust

that falling is necessary,

that being caught is inevitable,

that however painful truth is

knowing is the hearts desire.