Weaving the Invisible

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Weaving the Invisible

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“In the Upanishads, for example, the thread (sutra) is described as linking ‘this world to the other world and all beings’. The thread is both atman (self) and prana (breath) and is linked to the central point in the cosmos, the sun.” (Anthony Stevens, Ariadne’s Clue, 4.)

          I have begun a very deliberate collection of images and thoughts gathered and created over the past ten years. These images begin to tell a story of my slow yet steady transformation as a woman, as an artist,  as a mother and as a citizen of this ever more complex world. I have chosen to call this gathering “weaving the invisible” as it seems to me that so much of what makes up our personal stories is invisible, a weaving of threads that run through our lives. Like a river; sometimes roaring and fast and other times, still ~ meandering, finding it’s way home.

Untitled, 2009, 20"x24" photograph w/ mixed media

untitled, 2009, mixed media on photograph, 20″x24″
Creativity is another form of open space, whose very nature is to disturb, disrupt, and “bring us to tenderness” Wallace Stegner

“There is a fallow time for the spirit when the soil is barren because of sheer exhaustion. It may come at the end of a long, long period of strenuous effort. It may result from the plateau of tragedy that quietly wore away the growing edge of alertness until nothing was left but the exhausted roots of aliveness. Perhaps too much anxiety, a too-hard trying, a searching strain to do by oneself what can never be done that way, has made one’s spirit seem like a water tap whose washer is worn out from too much pressure. But there may be the simplest possible explanation: the rhythmic ebb and flow of one’s powers, simply this and nothing more. Whatever may be the reasons, one has to deal with the fact. Face it! Then resolutely dig out dead roots, clear the ground, but don’t forget to make a humus pit against the time when some young or feeble plants will need stimulation from past flowerings in your garden. Work out new designs by dreaming daring dreams and great and creative planning. The time is not wasted. The time of fallowness is a time of rest and restoration, of filling up and replenishing. It is the moment when the meaning of all things can be searched out, tracked down, and made to yield the secret of living. Thank God for the fallow time!”

 Howard Thurman