This weeks photo challenge “dreaming” brought the following image to mind. The work itself, which I did as part of a poster series, was meant to capture an ethereal feel of dancing on clouds, and has been thus evocative for me. Today I find myself taken away upon further reflection, enveloped in folds of mist, skin disappearing into landscape. I become illusion and dance. Resting there. I am a cloud moving effortlessly with the wind in defiance of bodily pain, tears of limitation mingling with those of joy.
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If you look closely and tread softly perhaps you’ll see what’s right under your feet…
” Horton! We’ve all got our own little clovers with worlds on them”.
This is my first entry into the weekly photo challenge and it really got me thinking about the concept of proximity (closeness) in all it’s forms. I’m particularly interested in the things that exist in the space of our individual and collective psyches. It may be impossible to prove the existence of anything, but that’s not really the point. At least not in my world.
Thanks for reading:)
I didn’t grow up in Kansas. As some of you may have discerned, I am a transplant from the Pacific Northwest, but I have roots in Kansas dating back to my great great grandparents, and now I am married into a family from Kansas calling it my home. That being said, I am often torn between these worlds as loved ones reside in both places, and I also yearn for the green, luscious and wet beauty of Portland. But, I’ve learned something interesting here. Something unexpected. I’ve discovered a different kind of beauty all together and something else that I’m still trying to grasp.
When I walked around these structures I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of connection with all the history of human being- I found myself captivated by the graceful yet dilapidated boards and the way they have come to rest by leaning on one another- the angles and seams, shadows and light…simply mesmerizing. There is something for me in these places- a part of me buried under boards and years of struggle. My heritage. Found in the middle of the continental United States. In Kansas. Sweet and unexpected treasures I’ve happened upon in my wandering. Needless to say, I’m glad I’m here:)
These are photographs which I took while on a day excursion with the family to see ghost towns in Kansas.
My son, age 21, sent me a picture awhile back of a little clay mask he fashioned, just to let me know he was getting in touch with his artistic side, which, just as he predicted, made his mama very happy:) In response to his work I created this ekphrastic translation in gouache and charcoal. It was a fun way to spend some quality time.
I never know how to identify growth in my life. Sometimes it appears it is marked by sitting up, by doing, and other times I find sweet serenity in rest, in surrender of what I try to hold and there is a surprising leap into understanding. I try to hold all the selves in my SELF simultaneously only to find that it is self defeating to my purposes.
“Emergence”, Mixed Media on panel, Holly Suzanne 2009.