Interesting how sometimes loss – triggers us to take a
creative leap we might have postponed.
There have been two posts recently that touch on loss. I thought it might be nice to see them
together.
Using Art to Focus, Dream & Soothe the Mind – by Dr. Doug
My eldest brother Michael passed away
unexpectedly, without warning, some 3 months past. I never imagined the
impact it would have on me. Feelings of loss, feelings of guilt for not sharing
more time and life, and tremendous feelings of sadness and loneliness.
Thoughts of Michael pervaded my awake daydreaming and throughout the
night. I found it very difficult to sleep, tossing and turning until I
would simply awaken and start prowling around the house aimlessly, tears
welling up and painting my cheeks constantly, without a reasonable resolve.
Somehow, I felt a need to express
myself in order to release these feelings. My very good friend had
introduced me to ceramics the year prior, but the rigid nature of the art form
was not to my best liking. Being more of a spontaneous, even impulsive
personality, led me instead to try hand-sculpting clay. Again, without
exactly knowing where I was leading my soul, I found myself working late into
the night at my buddy's private makeshift studio. He encouraged me to
simply relax and explore a relationship with a lump of clay. He further
explained that often, ceramicists start as hand building sculptors, as this
provides an opportunity to learn about the medium of clay, how it can be worked
in my hands, and simply, allowing me to get comfortable with the process.
HOW RIGHT HE WAS! As a veterinarian, who had earlier life ambitions
including being an orthodontist and even architect, I realized I was an
experiential kind of soul. I enjoyed and even thrived with the 'hands on'
creativity permitted by all these sciences.. Any one of those professions
might have satisfied my need to express myself creatively. Veterinary
medicine was a great choice for me. I had hands that seemed to work
directly with my brain in close concert.
So, I worked to model clay as a means
to dream, create and resolve my most painful loss. I found my innate interest geared towards human expressions,
so I furiously began sculpting human profiles and full head sculptures in clay.
WOW! The first night, encompassing some 4 hours of 'clay play', and
I slept like a baby, the entire night through. Was this just a fluke?
Not at all, as I continued several
nights each week, working late into the evening, I found that the clay was a
beautiful medium for me. It was terribly forgiving, meaning that I could
not really do wrong by it. The clay allowed me the time to learn and
develop, which is today, still an ongoing evolution for me. I have kept
photos of all my works to provide myself a constant reminder of the process of
learning and growing with this art form. And, each time I worked the clay, I
was able to sleep comfortably and without duress. Of course, I am still
painfully missing my brother, but now I find that sculpting provides that very
necessary outlet for me to relax and better put my loss into some manageable
perspective.
Art is such a personal and amazing
expression of a person's creativity, and better, tells of one's life story
directly or indirectly. What comes out of our minds, through our hands
and by use of whatever medium you choose, be it pencil, paint, cloth, clay, or
whatever, can tell even a fragment of our life experience. I imagine my
faces remind me of people images that I have subconsciously collected through
my lifetime. As a veterinarian, I have developed my senses acutely,
having to rely on all 5 senses and maybe even that 6th spiritual sense to
interpret issues surrounding my patients, who often cannot tell me their particular
woes. I can now transfer that talent to my clay sculpting, and what a
great release and satiating experience it is for me now. And best yet, it
doesn't matter whether I am ever recognized as a talent or not, because in
fact, I am good enough for me! Give it a try. Join an art class,
or just doodle at home and see where it takes you.
Fondly,
Dr. Doug
Whatever It Takes 10/22/09 – Interview by Dr. Dehra
Margaret told me a great story about her grandfather encouraging her and her sister to bang their silverware on the table before dinner and sing a little song about being birds in the wilderness, waiting for their chow. What a great little kid experience. She also remembers him as someone who always made you feel good yourself and at the same time taught you never to settle. He lived a full rich life – full of music and dancing with his wife.
In some ways his death was her wake up call. She wasn’t living the life she wanted. It wasn’t a bad life, just not what she knew in her heart she deserved. So she picked up and left home to become a sound engineer. Something she knew nothing about. She knew she loved music and wanted to be a part of producing it – so she decided on a practical degree and made it work. A pretty bold move!
Since then she has followed an often crooked path, but one that has always had forward motion and a little bit of risk. She currently works as the Assistant to the General Manager of the Irving Plaza in New York. One of the things that struck me in talking to Margaret – was she wasn’t in it for the glamour. As a matter of fact, she has done some distinctly un-glamorous things along the way, but she understands that every time she does something she learns – and this in turn opens another door. She didn’t get discouraged.
Recently she has started working with an artist she believes in – Kara Suzanne and is working to help promote this artist’s career. Every gig she books or agent she works with in her job teaches her more about the industry and allows her to use these skills when it’s her turn to promote. Margaret’s path is a blend of gaining practical knowledge and being comfortable with risk.
Margaret was lucky – she has a great family, in addition to a great grandfather – and they have taught her to follow her dreams and do what it takes on a day-to-day basis. Her grandfather also taught her that there’s a little bit of healthy rebellion in all of us – maybe it is a necessary ingredient for dreamers.
Let me know what you think.