Monday, December 31, 2018

Raw Art - Portrait of Reality?

I was working on something this morning and took a short break to go out and have a smoke. (I had quit and recently picked it back up so now I have to start all over. grrrrr) As I was apparently mindlessly sitting there, I suddenly realized I was singing a tune in my head. It took singing it out loud about three times before I caught on to what I was actually singing and to what tune. I was trying to remember the real phrase that went with the tune in my head from the song "Enjoy Yourself". (I  had to look it up first. Turns out the only thing I remembered accurately was the tune. The song actually is about suicide.) Instead of the correct wording 'Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think," I was singing: destroy yourself, destroy yourself, destroy yourself with me".

I was somewhat aghast at what I heard coming so nonchalantly and unthinkingly out of my mouth. Nothing happens by accident, so I started asking myself 'why'? I'm struggling with the whole smoking thing, totally disgusted with myself. I believe that was what was behind the little ditty I was singing. With recognition of that, the ideas for some pieces of art came streaming through my mind. I had to run inside to the computer and get to work. I wanted to make something to stick up on my wall to remind me why I want to quit smoking. I eventually came up with at least three decent designs out of it that I thought were also appropriate for this time of year. The content is pretty raw but that happens to be how I've been feeling. Raw art is almost always what I'm drawn to and what I hang on my walls to constantly look at. My artwork is usually an expression of some inner battle I'm fighting, a commentary I need to listen to and remember, and, therefore, I 'label' myself as an expressionist.

Art is great therapy. In fact I can look over the artwork I have done over the past three to four years especially, and see where I was then, where I am now, how much I've changed, how I changed, and where I'm heading.  That's a lot to get from somewhat haphazardly throwing stuff on to a page I think. While I can draw fairly well, I find it takes too long, so I tend to go for things like collage and mixed media which I can throw together more quickly. Once the piece is 'done', or at least acceptably balanced to me, I can go back and disect what I'm saying or trying to say to myself. So far that process has been working well for me.

The amazing thing is that I can look back on different pieces years later and get something entirely new out of it that my subconscious apparently knew at the time, but my conscious self certainly didn't. As I grow in knowledge, experience and understanding in various areas of my life, my interpretations of previous works seem to take on greater depth. I love this about art. And its why I often encourage others to start an art journal. It's not about making 'perfect' art. It's about putting down your feelings on paper as a record of your life at that time. You can learn amazing things about yourself through this kind of process. It's works for journal writing, too. And you don't have to show any of it to anyone you don't want to.

It taught me to trust myself in ways beyond my understanding at that time. This is extremely important in a culture that runs mostly in the shallows of life, doing everything it can to help us avoid thinking too much, or feeling too much. Humanity as a whole seems to prefer running and hiding from anything painful or distasteful to them by running after the impossible dreams dangled in front of our faces by media/advertising, etc. I believe that accounts for a large portion of the 'need' for psychiatrists/psychologists/life coaches, etc., and for medication for a host of psychological issues that never used to even exist but now have labels. I digress. I'll save that for another post.

I think that these digital memes will be the base for a poster size mixed media collage for my wall.

I hope that you find this art thought provoking and worthy as a conversation starter. Thoughtful and kindly written constructive criticism or differing opinions are always welcome in the comments below. Until next time....

Monday, December 17, 2018

Redemption: A Short Story


Early morning light peeks past the window blind.  Silence fills the room like a blanket except for the furious scratch of the pen across the page of her journal. Tears run down her face. She reaches for a tissue, wipes her face and blows her nose, throwing it onto the growing pile in the waste basket. Her anguish is a palpable thing, spreading out from her in waves as she pours her heart out onto the page. She writes:

O, Father, help me to see myself and others through Your eyes. Who am I? What am I? Why am I here? I 'think' I know the broad answers to those questions, but that doesn't go deep enough for me, Abba. Is all of this 'stuff' I feel I need to do really useful? Or am I just wasting my time and trying to move ahead of You in my eagerness, or maybe my ignorance?

My brain is running at high speed most of the time. Others note it. Some think I'm just 'weird' or 'crazy'. Is that true, Father? Am I just stuck in an emotional speed trap, only occasionally being able to momentarily drop out of it?

Help me, please! Is all of this just an offshoot of my 'fleshly nature' that needs to be changed up? Is my life just made up of 'busy work' that I give myself to do? Am I really that useless and odd? I know I am often that self-centered and have been most of my life. I've always felt the odd duck out. Am I just a hampster spinning happily along on my little wheel? God forbid!

Maybe, it's not so happily. Is all of this making me 'dangerous' and/or toxic in what few relationships I do have? Is all this self-examination stuff not really useful to myself or others? There are those who would say it is in fact unhealthy. Really? Am I on the right or wrong path in all of this?

I don't have answers to those questions. Or maybe, I'm merely unable, or unwilling, to see the truth? Is all of my busyness just an attempt to deal with my lack of social interaction; a trying to avoid the pain of that lack?

I certainly don't lack for questions, but are they the 'right' questions?

Am I going through a pruning process? ......That feels like the 'right' question. Pruning is always a painful process, and the further back one is being pruned, the greater the pain and the confusion. As every good gardner knows, the process of pruning on a regular basis is necessary,  enabling the plant to grow and produce greater fruit in its season. Pruning equates with discipline.

Suddenly, the atmosphere of the room changes. Peace settles in. Assurance of the Father's love flows gently in like salve being applied to a wound. Pruning and discipline both flow out of the Father's love.

Thank You, Father. 

She weeps, but this time in gratitude at Father's loving mercy and grace. She is comforted. All is well.