Re: 6/11 TRANSMISSION of the LIGHT: Introduction
I don't actually know what transmission in Buddhism really consists of.
I can only relate to it through my own experience, so I'm going to relate a few anecdotes of my experience in art.
I'm probably way ot of the subject so I can only hope you will all put me on the right track!
I remember when I was an art student I had an incredible drawing master. He would demand that we should present him 50 drawings a week . Each week we would queue up to him and he would sift and scowl through our drawings, if we were lucky he would set one drawing aside then gather the others together and say “Au feu!” meaning we could chuck them into the fire! He hardly spoke , just made a few scribbles on our drawings to indicate a direction we had to figure out ourselves. Needless to say a lot of people dropped out of his classes, but there were a few whackos like me who revered him! He made us draw everything, from a thimble to a animals at the zoo… Sometimes there would be a pat on the shoulder; often he’d ring my ear! After three years or so he asked a small group of us to wait behind after the class. He took us to the library and ordered various very rare books from the reserve. He showed us old master drawings : Leonardo da Vinci, Carravaggio, Tintorento, all the way through art history, Ingres, Cézanne, Picasso…then some of his teacher, Zwoboda, and then his own… Then he told us to take out our own drawing. He told us that the teaching he had taught us he had learnt from his own master, and that it was the same teaching that had learnt and been taught by these old masters over the centuries. We were all in awe of course, rather ashamed to display our dreadful drawings next to all these grand masters! However we were amazed to observe how here and there we could define a similar “impetus” which seemed to link one to the other. I lived that experience, and I know that my companions also, as a transmission of lineage.
Twenty-five years later I had an exhibition of my drawings in Limoges and during the opening a man came up to me, about 15 years my elder, saying he had already seen my work before and questioned me about where I had exhibited. I answered that he couldn’t have seen my drawings before as it was the first time I was showing them. He seemed perplexed and looked again very attentively at my drawings and suddenly exclaimed “ Ah! You’re a student of R.P.!” I was amazed and so pleased; I asked him how he had guessed. It turned out that he too was an artist and had been a student of the same master! Although I was unaware of it the teaching must be well anchored in me… I think that when my master was assured that this was the case he would put his students through a similar experience.
Another anecdote is , after having met this other old student of my master, we would meet once a week with a group of artists to draw together. In the group there was an old 80 water-colorist who’d been drawing for over 60 years and who we all considered a master. Sitting side by side one day, to my surprise he was sighing in despair and tearing up several attempted sketches. I watched in sympathy and wondered how with his experience and skill could still have trouble drawing. As he chucked another screwed up ball of paper away he looked at me shaking his head and said “It’s no use, bad today!” We giggled merrily. For me this was also was also another experience of transmission, the transmission of eternal humility in a practise.
No matter how long we practice, and this will sound familiar, we are forever beginners.
Although these transmissions are unconditional I feel they only have meaning when I myself attempt to transmit to others.
Are my experiences similar to the Buddhist transmission of lineage ?
If they are then yes, I think transmission of lineage in Buddhism is important.
gassho
Sylvie
I don't actually know what transmission in Buddhism really consists of.
I can only relate to it through my own experience, so I'm going to relate a few anecdotes of my experience in art.
I'm probably way ot of the subject so I can only hope you will all put me on the right track!
I remember when I was an art student I had an incredible drawing master. He would demand that we should present him 50 drawings a week . Each week we would queue up to him and he would sift and scowl through our drawings, if we were lucky he would set one drawing aside then gather the others together and say “Au feu!” meaning we could chuck them into the fire! He hardly spoke , just made a few scribbles on our drawings to indicate a direction we had to figure out ourselves. Needless to say a lot of people dropped out of his classes, but there were a few whackos like me who revered him! He made us draw everything, from a thimble to a animals at the zoo… Sometimes there would be a pat on the shoulder; often he’d ring my ear! After three years or so he asked a small group of us to wait behind after the class. He took us to the library and ordered various very rare books from the reserve. He showed us old master drawings : Leonardo da Vinci, Carravaggio, Tintorento, all the way through art history, Ingres, Cézanne, Picasso…then some of his teacher, Zwoboda, and then his own… Then he told us to take out our own drawing. He told us that the teaching he had taught us he had learnt from his own master, and that it was the same teaching that had learnt and been taught by these old masters over the centuries. We were all in awe of course, rather ashamed to display our dreadful drawings next to all these grand masters! However we were amazed to observe how here and there we could define a similar “impetus” which seemed to link one to the other. I lived that experience, and I know that my companions also, as a transmission of lineage.
Twenty-five years later I had an exhibition of my drawings in Limoges and during the opening a man came up to me, about 15 years my elder, saying he had already seen my work before and questioned me about where I had exhibited. I answered that he couldn’t have seen my drawings before as it was the first time I was showing them. He seemed perplexed and looked again very attentively at my drawings and suddenly exclaimed “ Ah! You’re a student of R.P.!” I was amazed and so pleased; I asked him how he had guessed. It turned out that he too was an artist and had been a student of the same master! Although I was unaware of it the teaching must be well anchored in me… I think that when my master was assured that this was the case he would put his students through a similar experience.
Another anecdote is , after having met this other old student of my master, we would meet once a week with a group of artists to draw together. In the group there was an old 80 water-colorist who’d been drawing for over 60 years and who we all considered a master. Sitting side by side one day, to my surprise he was sighing in despair and tearing up several attempted sketches. I watched in sympathy and wondered how with his experience and skill could still have trouble drawing. As he chucked another screwed up ball of paper away he looked at me shaking his head and said “It’s no use, bad today!” We giggled merrily. For me this was also was also another experience of transmission, the transmission of eternal humility in a practise.
No matter how long we practice, and this will sound familiar, we are forever beginners.
Although these transmissions are unconditional I feel they only have meaning when I myself attempt to transmit to others.
Are my experiences similar to the Buddhist transmission of lineage ?
If they are then yes, I think transmission of lineage in Buddhism is important.
gassho
Sylvie
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