After a short mourning of "My Vintage Soul" (see previous post for details) I have gotten back on the proverbial horse/bicycle.
Today I contemplated going back to bed at 8 a.m. (I went to sleep at 4:00 a.m. after playing Mahjong for 4 hours!), but instead I jerked myself directly from the front door as I waived good-bye to Claire and headed down the stairs.
Into the studio.
To look at the carcass:
After facing that . . . which felt very similar to viewing a newly dearly departed, I decided to work on some new techniques while I pondered what to do with the remains. My instinct was to trash it, cremate it, send it on to its just rewards - but that is hurt and anger surfacing and some of my best works have been pieces that went 'wrong' and I had to re-work them to salvage them. The only difference here is that it was finished to my great joy and I know any re-creation will be but a shadow of the original (such was my then state of mind).
I decided to rummage through all my new supplies and chose to work with some new RF Paintsticks. In the encaustic process I had been using, I would paint encaustic into the divots and distress marks and scrape the layers down. It is back-breaking and time consuming work. Can you imagine my delight when I was able to create this work within about 2 hours, start to finish, while simultaneously working on 4 others?
Let me introduce you to "Traces of Time", 6"x6", Encaustic, Handwritten letter, Leather/silver watch band.
As I sit here typing this title, it occurs to me that I dealt with the very thing I was mourning - my loss of TIME. Art is so amazing that way. You do not even know what you are seeking, but it forms itself before your very eyes if you get your ego and brain out of the way. Finally, after getting myself out of my own way, more works came forth.
"Run Away" 6"x6", Encaustsic, Vintage Fairy Tale pages, quickly followed the time-piece, and then came
"Descent"
So, if I would only listen to my own advice I would save myself A LOT of heartache, right?
I was excited to use some of the real butterfly wings Don and I had collected on our Lake Lure, NC 2006 vacation. We came upon hundreds of butterflies hovering over puddles and upon closer inspection realized there were dozens of drowned butterflies. Apparently some of their wings had become wet and weighed them down and they couldn't fly away. The living butterflies appeared to hover in a mournfulness of collective spirit.
Once again, my feelings are just bubbling up to be revealed in these new works . . . time, the need to 'run away', and mourning.
One benefit to all the years of collecting is that I have an amazing resource of materials on hand. To have them all, more or less, at my fingertips in the new studio is something I have never experienced before.
I NEEDED those butterfly wings TODAY, and because I had taken time to unpack and sort - I knew EXACTLY where they were - safely encapsulated in U2's "All That We Can't Leave Behind" CD case.
There are no coincidences. There is only synergy. The flow and flux as the energy transforms.
Consequently (or not)!, what I ended up with today was three new completed works and the energy to begin or re-begin some other works.
I now have all the butterfly wings dipped in encaustic and ready for the next 'calling', plus I infused multiple antique baby clothes for my textile version of "Ashes, Ashes", and, best of all, I found a technique that will increase my efficiency and save my body many aches and pains!
Somehow, in less than one week, I have decided that this self-destruction of "My Vintage Soul" contained many valuable lessons.
I am looking forward to using these new techniques and insights to create new, and, hopefully, better work in the future.
Don't forget:
"I get knocked down, but I get up again - you're never gonna keep me down!"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GAM9diIDHqs
Chumbawamba- Tubthumping
Here are a few images I took of the studio today - I am, apparently, back in action!
Real butterfly wings (found) dipped in encaustic.
Vintage baby dresses, in the process of being infused with encaustic.
Vintage Baby Robe, infused with encaustic, hardened, standing on its own.
One shelf of collected figurines/vintage toys for future use in assemblages.
Mid-process of encaustic infusion, antique embroidered pinafore with safety pins in pocket.
Read MoreSelf-Expression in Art
Quite Contrary, 2007 by Sher Fick (encaustic on board, paintbrush)
Creating art is ultimately a healing process of self-expression, self-evaluation, and self-discovery. Art can be manifested in many ways: writing, painting, sculpting, acting, performing, teaching, and reaching out through charity. With this broad definition we realize that the mere act of breathing can be considered a form of art. In our day-to-day communications, person-to-person, parent-to-child, friend-to-friend, and down through the chain of life, we are developing ourselves, which will lead towards a becoming, of our final masterpiece and legacy, the circumference of our human existence.
"None of us really changes over time, we only become more fully what we are" (Rice, 248). Travail and adversity merely proves to our spiritual soul that we are alive, "we bleed just to know we're alive" (GooGoo Dolls). By experiencing our lives more fully, breathing deeper, feeling more joy and pain; one can begin to have the information from which to draw forth creativity. By allowing the pain and joy to have an outlet through any form of art, we facilitate healing from the pain and increase the capacity for more joy in our lives. The roller coaster can peak only as far as it plummets.
Any art form is about the self-expression of the artist in question. While the viewer might find a particular artwork to be morally offensive and degenerate (for instance, Mapplethorpe's photography of young children in seemingly sexually exploitative environments and poses), is it society's job to judge whether "right" or "wrong?" One can only speak for oneself in these matters. Such emotionally relative considerations are personal choices and society should trust individuals to decide for themselves - whether they wish to support a controversial artist with their personal funds. The pursuit of self-release and healing in the act of creating art should never be censored by any society, religion, or political forum. Only the financial support of such art is a valid concern.
By reaching a conclusion that art is a form of expression, a facilitator of communication of human emotion and concern, we see that an entire world is open for interpretation. Before judging art, you should consider from where the art is coming. An artist's statement is always helpful in this regard, however, an artist statement is not always provided. So, then, how do we judge the intent of the artist?
One way is to set up a list of assumptions which can be used to fill in the missing information from the artist. Obviously, making art is sacred to the artist or he/she would not be doing it (I'm excluding commercial/decorative art here, which is produced for the masses as a product). Also, we know that our forms of communication are reflective of our pasts. Our language, habits, beliefs, and symbols have to do with our life's journey, so by identifying these mannerisms we can begin to communicate with the artist through their artwork.
By celebrating the mere act of an artist's ability to even attempt to express themselves through the visual and audio worlds, we can reach a level of understanding towards the artist. This is not to be misconstrued as agreement with an artist's style or subject matter, but merely respect, tolerance, and acknowledgment of the artist's human right to express him/herself in the manner in which he/she chooses.
Many draw a line when the artist might involve others in their creative process. If others might be injured (physically or emotionally) through the act of creativity, then we have reached a moral atrocity. Hitler's form of art, his experimentation with human life, is morally reprehensible, few would argue that fact - it is astounding to realize he began his young adulthood attending art college - unsuccessfully, I might add. Had he reached a level of self-expression which leads to self-healing, earlier in his life, it is possible he would not have become the monster he himself created.
"Human beings casts their own shadows" (Sister Wendy), by accepting responsibility for the creation of their inspirations, by sharing with others an inner doorway into their souls, all artists (all humans) can explore and share spiritual healing and greater joy. Only by observing other artworks, and continually increasing their bank of techniques and knowlegde, can an artist draw forth additional insights which will increase their own ability of self-expression and self-healing.
A true friend is love with understanding. Art and all of its forms can be considered as friends of our soul's ultimate desire.
Works Cited:
Rice, Anne. The Vampire Lestat, quote from character Lestat, Bantham, New York, 1986.
Goo Goo Dolls, City of Angels Soundtrack, 1998.
PBS Special, Sister Wendy's History of Painting, Volume II (Renaissance Art), 1996.