A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship.  But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.  Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings, while incense is ever flowing from the balsam bells and leaves.  No wonder the hills and groves were God's first temples, and the more they are cut down and hewn into cathedrals and churches, the farther off and dimmer seems the Lord himself.  ~John Muir

Growing Your Roots

What Path Shall I Follow in Life? 

This question forms the basis of one of the primary chapters in Caroline Myss’s book, Invisible Acts of Power. 

We shall consider this question in terms of your own creative expression.   Myss says, “...each of us is meant to treat our life as a journey, and at each step on that journey, we are meant to notice what is around us and act on opportunities that present themselves.”  I believe the personal creative process is much the same.  We are meant to form a creative path by following our intuition and letting it guide us as we make artistic decisions in a painting or a poem.  As Myss states, “[i]f we ignore everything around us, if we cover over our senses with a cloud of indifference, we’ll miss the coincidences and synchronicities that signal where we are to go and what we are to do [next].” 

Growing your roots is the first step in the process, Myss connects this act  to our first chakra and we might consider before starting to paint or write, doing just that. Try imagining rooting down in to the earth, sending energetic cords into the terra-firma like the axis mundi. 

As defined in Wikipedia: The axis mundi (also cosmic axis, world axis, world pillar, columna cerului, center of the world), in religion or mythology, is the world center and/ or the connection between Heaven and Earth. It expresses a point of connection between sky and earth where the four compass directions meet. At this point travel and correspondence is made between higher and lower realms. Communication from lower realms may ascend to higher ones and blessings from higher realms may descend to lower ones and be disseminated to all. The image is both feminine (an umbilical providing nourishment) and masculine (a phallus) .

So the first step in developing intuition for your creative process might be making this connection clear in your consciousness. Much like the developing fetus is connected by an umbilical cord to its mother to grow and be nourished during gestation, we as artists need to be continually fed.

The Nature of Insight

It is interesting to note that Isaac Newton made his greatest  breakthrough when he was forced to spend a year in virtual isolation, at his mother’s house.  I wonder if there is a connection to being in his mother’s home, able to be nourished and safe, that led to the right set of circumstances for him to intuit the information that formed the basis of his famous work, Principia- said to be the most important book published in modern European history?  Is it possible that the umbilical cord of Newtons’ connection to his birth mother was such that it continued to nourish him, ground him, and therefore help to bring insight to his work as an adult? The nature of insight may come in various forms, through dreams or through an inner knowing, you may hear the solution to a problem or see something that sparks an idea, you may simply understand a solution to a question through a hunch.  We are continually living in the realm of mystery. To encourage our creative expression requires the belief that the path we are on will lead us to the right insights for completion. Our perfect palette for poetry or painting is always available to be intuited no matter our ability to comprehend all that is.

Staying Grounded

To go into the ”wilderness of your intuition” as Alan Alda says, requires stepping out of the known into the unknown place. How to stay grounded when we are in the unfamiliar may seem like a puzzle.  In fact it may seem like the opposite of all that is required to be open to our intuition. Myss makes clear, that developing our self-esteem is the primary way that one’s intuitive instincts thrive. Because following ones intuition requires that a choice is made and a fork in the road is taken.

The moment that you choose for consciousness, the closer you are to the path of your own satiated creative expression. Think about all your favorite artists and note how their confidence as an image maker shines through their work. As much as we know about Van Gogh’s suffering in the world, we can see in his oeuvre an absolute groundedness, a surety in every brushstroke of his magnificent paintings.

a video we love: www. johnframesculpture.com/the-tale

an interview with John Frame: www.vimeo.com/24706483

 www.treehugger.com/sustainable-product-design/living-bridges-in-india-have-grown-for-500-years-pics.html

A Prayer for Jaurez and West Mesa: An Offering Mandala

Sunday, March 11, 2012

12 p.m. (don't forget to set your clock forward the night before)

Plaza of the National Hispanic Cultural Center

Avenida Cesar Chavez and 4th Street

Albuquerque, NM 

Free and Open to the Public

Please join us to create a prayerful community offering in memory of the young women of Cuidad Juárez and West Mesa, Albuquerque.  Wear black and bring a large bowl to pour water, one to another, as we create a mandala—a portal between the dark and the light. Please invite your friends—men, women and children.

Contact:  Deborah Gavel, djgavel@gmail.com 

This special event is part of Women & Creativity Month and is sponsored by Littleglobe.

About Deborah Gavel: Deborah is an artist, educator and art activist in Albuquerque.  She is interested in the intersection of healing and creativity. www.deborahgavel.com

Women and Creativity Month is an annual, month-long series of events that celebrates women’s creativity across the disciplines.  Coordinated by the National Hispanic Cultural Center (NHCC) and Creative Albuquerque, with state, regional and national promotion by the Albuquerque Convention and Visitors Bureau(ACVB), Women & Creativity is a collaboration between over thirty partners and organizations in Albuquerque and Santa Fe.  Visit our website at www.womenandcreativity.org 

Littleglobe is a New Mexico based 501(c)3 organization of creative professionals dedicated to artistic innovation in the service of social change.  Littleglobe exists to create collaborative art, nurture community capacity, and foster life-affirming connections across the boundaries that divide us.   Learn more at www.littleglobe.org. Littleglobe has been a Women & Creativity partner for the last four years.

A Menu for Creativity

 He to whom nature
begins to reveal
her open secret
will feel an irresistible 
yearning 
for her most worthy interpreter,
Art.   

-Goethe

After a ten day stretch in Boston and on Cape Cod, I am feeling like moving to be near the ocean's healing breezes all the time.  I know that desire won't last for long because I am such a desert rat, but walks on the shore picking up sea shells and a unique sighting of a sea lion catching fish renewed my dry New Mexico body and soul. The trip ended on a three day high.

 

Day one: A weekend watercolor workshop, In the Painting Spirit, was the catalyst to get me on the Atlantic beaches, inspired by the art of Morris Graves. (He is one of my favorite painters and a superhero of mine in terms of the aesthetic life he led).  Our weekend started with my friend Sandy, "hostess with the mostess" and a walk on Long Nook beach in Truro, then time in her kitchen preparing butternut squash soup.  

   

Later that afternoon, once everyone gathered, we talked about art-making as a sacred conversation with nature and read a bit of Annie Dillard's book, Pilgrim at Tinkers Creek: 
 

 "Something broke and something opened. I filled up like a new wineskin, I breathed an air like light; I saw a light like water, I was the lip of a fountain the creek filled forever; I was ether, the leaf in the zephyr; I was flesh-flake, feather, bone."

Filled up on her words and after a delicious dinner, (thanks to everyones helping hands), we started to paint. 

Day two: We began some under-paintings using sponges as a tool, in a similar way to the grounds of Graves' paintings. Then another walk along la mer, this time-bayside;  shells and seaweed gave us ideas for muted color-palettes and sandy textures.

 

 The day ended with a meal of mussels in curried coconut broth and linguine with good vibes.
www.simplyrecipes.com

Day three: 
Watching sea lions in the waves, I was sorry this immersion in watery concerns had to end. But everyone said, let's do it again, same time next year.

Thank you Kate, Barbe, Rochelle and Sandy for a dream weekend.
For more about the art and life of Morris Graves:

www.historylink.org 
www.en.wikipedia.org 

Concerning Forgiveness and Creativity

"By art, humanity is sculpted more tender and more true..."
Jay Griffiths 

Four or five rock pigeons circle around me. Two perch upon the empty metal chairs beside me, as another one lands right on my table at this outdoor cafe.  I look into his bright orange ringed eye and he reminds me of my familial connection to their ancestral tribe. My father and his brother, Nick, raised and raced homing pigeons; I grew up hearing the calming mantra of their endless cooing in the loft on my grandfather's property.  I learned one essential part of the process of racing birds, is keeping track of them by banding them with small numbered aluminum or plastic rings around their legs. It didn't seem to me that there was anything intrinsically wrong with that at the time, just a necessary aspect.

But a quick search online for "banding birds" reveals 2,520,000 results and that is just the beginning of a long list of other kinds of banding bird information. It's overwhelming to consider, it seems we will not be satisfied until every last bird is banded, every animal collared, tagged, leashed, confined, micro-chipped or contained in animal reserves and zoos.  Are we attempting to control nature because we fear the wild and the free?  (See this recent article about “smart collars” for mountain lions as an example of our extreme need to monitor the wild.)  We capture, collar and band animals in the wild, in the name of science, like some general manager of nature in the same way we tether humans, for criminal behaviors, with ankle bracelet monitoring while under house arrest. But the animals have done no wrong, they who have lost habitat, air space, and clear water ways, have been pushed to extermination by us.  A student project by Emily Zurlo at the University of Vermont shows just how far pushed the wild mustang population is in the United States, the data predicts there will be none left by the year 2020. Just a century ago there were millions.

The British primatologist and anthropologist, Jane Goodall, wrote about our deep need to come to the earth in a humble way, asking for forgiveness for the wounds we have inflicted on our environment and of the animals sacrificed and violated in scientific experiments specifically.  As for the mammal-based foods we consume; the animals abused in our technological industry and cosmetic industry- all causing unnecessary pain and suffering, I cringe.  In I Acknowledge Mine, Goodall writes about her experience watching a videotape with her family. “We all sat watching the tape, and we were all shattered.  Afterward, we couldn't speak for a while.  The tape showed scenes from inside a biomedical research laboratory, in which monkeys paced round and round, back and forth, within incredibly small cages stacked one on top of the other, and young chimpanzees, in similar tiny prisons, rocked back and forth or side to side, far gone in misery and despair."

Isn't the first rule of medicine, to do no harm? Though much debate on the subject of benefits to humanity through research has gone before, all life forms considered, the scales tip heavily toward the holocaust of tortures imposed on animals.  How to reconcile all of this - our love of nature, with our need to control it and our continued destruction of it? And as artists, how do we find creative expression in the midst of our pain? Coming in service is one way to be with the overwhelming task, offering small acts of ritual for forgiveness.  A friend, Santa Fe artist, Dominque Mazeaud, made a prayerful practice of cleaning the river near her home for seven years. She said:
Picking up a can
From the river
And then another
On and On
It's like a devotee
Doing countless rosaries.

Peter London in his book, Drawing Closer to Nature, says “when we approach the solemn task of seeking a state of forgiveness with Nature, the many ways of achieving that desired state begin to arise as soon as we quietly and seriously turn in that direction...” Concerning forgiveness as it relates to the process of art making has some precedent in at least one study into whether or not holding onto our emotional suffering effects our imagination. Turns out, it does. It limits our imagination, it limits our ability to be fully alive, fully expressive sentient beings in this shared space where we all deserve to be wild and free.

The Path to Creativity Part III: Art, Fear and Global Blindness

On an evening bike ride in the late summer, my thinking roams about, my limited night vision brings up thoughts and fears. I glide on a long smooth paved trail, north bound, floating through the air around me.  Then, hesitation, as I brake for a moment of consideration when I suspect something is in the path ahead; fear though, on these night rides, can render me unable to react at all.

 I recently learned of a Frenchman, Jacques Lusseyran, who was able to “see” through his fears in impressive ways.  A resistant fighter against the Nazi invasion as a young man in France, he survived some months in prison and another fifteen months in a German concentration camp.  He experienced the deaths of many friends and countrymen, all of the terror of that unimaginable time. Born in Paris in 1924, he became blind at the tender age of eight in a school accident. 

In his autobiography, And There was Light he says something surprising about his loss of sight, “blindness became for me a fascinating experience and the attempt to live in a new way.”  He speaks of his early years before the accident, as the “clear waters” of his childhood, a happy time when he was “always running.” Later, after he became blind he was able to see glimmers of light: 

"... there were times when the light faded, almost to the point of disappearing. It happened every time I was afraid.  If, instead of letting myself be carried along by confidence and throwing myself into things, I hesitated, calculated, thought about the wall, the half-open door, the key in the lock; if I said to myself that all things were hostile and about to strike or scratch, then without exception I hit or wounded myself. The only easy way to move around the house, the garden or the beach was not by thinking about it at all, or thinking as little as possible.  Then I moved between obstacles the way bats do.  Otherwise what the loss of my eyes had not accomplished was brought about by fear.  It made me blind."

Today I read that Exxon Mobil will be permitted to search for oil in part of the Arctic Ocean north of Siberia--a potential billion dollar financial arrangement with Russia.  The NY Times reports, “Once seen as a useless, ice-clogged backwater, the Kara Sea has become the focus of attention by oil companies in part because the sea ice appears to be receding, possibly because of global warming , easing exploration and drilling.” In the winter months when the Arctic regions are cloaked in darkness, imagine an oil spill clean-up operation like the one we witnessed in the Gulf of Mexico in 2010,  only on the icy albedo of the North Pole.  

Without answers to the issues at hand, men in suits shake hands.  Without eco-eyes on the future, agreements are made that may put the world further at risk, a risk like a holocaust. Are we being creative or careless with our resources, fearless or just plain greedy? I am thinking on this late summer night about Jacques Lusseyran and what he would say about our limited vision to move through the darkness of our time, our seeming inability to attempt to live in a new way.