Mama of Dada: Beatrice Wood

Beatrice Wood (March 3, 1893 – March 12, 1998) was an American artist and studio potter involved in the Avant Garde movement in the United States; she founded The Blind Man magazine in New York City with French artist Marcel Duchamp and writer Henri-Pierre Roché in 1916.[1] She had earlier studied art and theater in Paris, and was working in New York as an actress. She later worked at sculpture and pottery. Wood was characterized as the "Mama of Dada."

She partially inspired the character of Rose DeWitt Bukater in James Cameron's 1997 film, Titanic after the director read Wood's autobiography while developing the film. Beatrice Wood died nine days after her 105th birthday in Ojai, California.


[From Wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beatrice_Wood]


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Sister Wendy Buckett (it's pronounced Bouquet!) said…
In 2019 Beatrice Wood's spirit and life essence is still very much in abundant presence all about the location of her former Ojai, CA home located at 8585 Ojai Rd. (now known as the Beatrice Wood Center For the Arts) and it quickly became quite obvious to myself and a close friend that it was she herself directing our movements by taking us on an (unspoken) personally guided tour of her home and studio high up on the hill as well as all around the perimeter of the gorgeous 450-acre grounds surrounding it! Psychically it TRULY was the most outlandish and pronounced direct interaction with a disembodied spirit I have ever experienced but which occurred in such a matter-of-fact fashion as to allow the entire fullness of the unusual paranormal (nudge, grab and direct us where to go next) guided tour offered to us with such an obvious air of friendly interactiveness which dissuaded either of us from ever experiencing a single moment of uncomfortable fright nor any element of shock and terror one might typically anticipate of such an unexpected moment as it is so persistently ingrained within the psyches of each and every one of us such, the expected reaction we have been programmed for years to immediately respond with to any `spooky, other-worldly' completely unexpected, out of left field paranormal experience. No, any such complicit disagreeability instantaneously disappeared from the very onset when it first became apparent that we were somehow actually in the presence of the late, great lady herself (figuratively, of course) taking us by the hand and escorting us from room to room, article of interest to the next, bringing us o several areas of (what we believed to be) of personal significance and importance to her and further, leading us to a trail which we followed down to the very bottom of the hill at the rear, making certain that we approached and explored a large and nicely shaded enclosed glade located between a gathering of tall, clumped trees which neither my friend nor myself was able to process any significance of, but which we did take note of and which by further surprise, a bit earlier just this evening I happened upon a video on youtube in which her close friend, next door neighbor and guru, the late Indian author Krishnamurti, was giving an enlightened speech on the given nature of homosapien homosexuality to a small group from this very same location which our guide had seemingly erroneously directed us to (or so we thought) and where in just two weeks time I myself personally will be putting on a musical performance, in conjunction with the center as part of an exhibition, right here under that exact same clump of trees she had taken us to.... Strange things are definitely afoot at the Beatrice Wood Center for the arts and all I keep reminding myself of, besides the incredible propensity for unbelievable synchronicity amid moments of otherwise totally unexplainable otherworldly phenomena is a hearkening back to Wayne and Garth's humble plea of "WE'RE NOT WORTHY!!" reverberating resolutely and ricocheting back and forth within the walls of my previously disbelieving soul!
February 12, 2019 at 2:57 AM
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