Sunday, February 11, 2018

Improvisational Movement and Art/Altar Collaboration at Dance Church

COLLABORATION #1 (by Hallelujah Truth and Brian Sherman)
Hallelujah for Dance Church on the second Sunday of every month at the Decatur School of Ballet. In addition to the magic that takes place by "moving our bodies" in any which way we please - improvisational movement - in community with other participants, Brian Sherman and I have been improvising art on the Dance Church altar.
COLLABORATION #2 (by Hallelujah Truth and Brian Sherman)
Our lives have collided sporadically over the years whenever we both happen to be able to attend this once-a-month "dance church" from 10:30 to noon on a Sunday morning. At Dance Church, we are invited to bring and place items on an "altar" while we are dancing. 

I first started paying attention to the Dance Church altar when I became aware that Brian was bringing a lot of copper in varying forms of pennies, wires, and other objects. The randomness of his objects drew me in. I was fascinated by his birdlike gathering of bright objects, and he seemed to have some unstated principle that dictated how they were collected and placed in different containers.
BRIAN'S OFFERINGS

Was it the improvisational dancing that "moved" me to start interacting with Brian's found and gathered objects? I found myself taking them out of the containers and arranging them in patterns that felt satisfying. 

Soon after my initiating the first arrangements, Brian informed of his only "rule." I was not to put anything away once the object was "out." He has an organizing principle for his collection of objects and how he stores them. Fine by me. I function at my best creatively when I know my parameters.
COLLABORATION #3 (by Hallelujah Truth and Brian Sherman)
Over time, I felt comfortable enough in this receptive environment of Dance Church to start bringing tablets of my art work. I have a "display" principle myself, one that is easily carried out in this open nonjudgmental environment. I like to "control" the viewing of my work. That is, I like to offer the viewer, a certain limited time to see my work, and then I conceal it, offering another work to see. (Yes, please ask me about this. I find it fascinating how I interact with viewers of my work and have much more to say about it.)

Anyways, what you are viewing here in this blogpost is the outcome of the collaborations Brian and I made today. What do I love most about them? The nonverbal emergence. Brian and I don't talk during the Dance Church.
COLLABORATION #4 (by Hallelujah Truth and Brian Sherman)
Instead, he brings out sets of objects in containers. I put up my pad of drawings. We dance. We move. We look. I arrange objects. I turn the page on my pad of drawings. Brian brings out objects. Maybe, he shifts his container of objects.

I watch him. He watches me. We dance. We rearrange. We appreciate each other's offerings. 
BRIAN MOVES TO THE ALTAR. We created a dance of moving towards and away from the Dance Church altar during our 90-minutes of dancing and co-creating.

I find that I don't need to know a lot about what is going on in our collaboration. Moving. Looking. Seeing. Creating. Recreating. Without speaking feels satisfying.
COLLABORATION #5 (by Hallelujah Truth and Brian Sherman)

COLLABORATION #6 (by Hallelujah Truth and Brian Sherman)
I have known that Brian is a retired sociology professor and has a radio program on WRFG, a local public radio station here in Atlanta. He has been kind of enough to buy Tony's books. Tony and I both feel supported by Brian. And there is this art thing. I like experiencing it rather than trying to understand it.
BRIAN SHERMAN AND HALLELUJAH TRUTH. Brian has made me more conscious about documenting what we do. Hence the photos I took today, and the photo of us together taken by Tony Martin at the conclusion of Dance Church.

Dance Church was perfect for Tony and me today. We both needed to release the tension from our bodies after attending a three-day conference in Savannah, Georgia and four hour to and from the Georgia coast.  Thanks to Dance Church, we had such a sweet, connective time, moving and dancing with others in our Decatur community. 

And for me, I co-created with Brian! What do you think of our collaborations? That's Coffee with Hallelujah! Soul Blog with me! What might you improvise today with someone else?


Tuesday, February 6, 2018

RELEASE--Two Hands Dancing

RELEASE. (Art by Hallelujah Truth)
Hallelujah for moving and creating grace from the mundane to the mysterious! Our creativity can be found in movement in going to that deeper fuller place in ourselves. In this movement, this act of making something from breath and from one hand (or two hands) moving, comes RELEASE.

This morning, I woke to my daily creative practice to express the outcome from my participation during last night’s online dance chapel with Cynthnia Winton-Henry.

Dancing with my hands….

One hand moves jerky, slow, fingers tense—contorted. This is my chaos, my gargoyle (thanks Cynthia for the word “gargoyle”).

The other hand, like a bird, fingers lax, smoothly rides the currents above, hovering a witness to my chaos. This is my grace.

Two externalized emotions experienced through the physicality of two hands moving—dancing.

At the core of these two hands is my breath and beating heart. They are the music for this dance.

WITNESS
My hands are witnessed by all of me, eyes, mind, heart, and gut…. I observe a shift in feeling. My hands court one another, like birds in a mating ritual. Breathe in. Breathe out (infinite X’s).

RELEASE.
HANDS STOP.
BUT THE DANCE CONTINUES....

That’s Coffee With Hallelujah! Soul Blog with me! What dance will you create for yourself today? Let’s create grace for ourselves and others from the mundane to the mysterious.

FELINE WITNESS
GRATITUDE: It is with deep appreciation that I acknowledge Cynthia Winton-Henry’s Monday night Dance Chapel. Last night, we played with the dance of chaos and release—one hand dances jerky and smoothe…play with chaos. We found ways through movement together (yes online) to open the space to feel the chaos—a deeper place, which allowed our bodies to have fullness.

Sunday, February 4, 2018

Regeneration: Collaboration of an Artist and Scientist

REGENERATION. More than once, we are given the opportunity to climb out of our burrows and to live our lives renewed. (Art by Hallelujah Truth)
"Burrows acted as a midwife in the birth of Gaia."  
-Tony Martin, The Evolution Underground

“One of the functions of art is to give people the words to know their own experience… Storytelling is a tool for knowing who we are and what we want.”  
-Ursula K. Le Guin

Dear Readers,

This story weaves together tales of a marriage between an artist and a scientist, who are both educators striving to use images and words to create and capture their experience and the story of a burrowing animal named Lystrosaurus, which survived a major extinction more than 250 million years ago by BURROWING.

Since my dear husband and I are without children, years ago we established a creative quest to deepen and enrich our marriage. We pledged to find concrete ways to co-create as a route to develop our skills of negotiation, to discover, and to give birth to something unique forged by our bond.

In the past, we have rented an artist's studio together and collaborated on art pieces for an exhibit at our local natural history museum (see this blog), we have cultivated a researcher's lifestyle for Paleontologist Barbie who travels to ichnological wonders of the world (see blog entires here), blogged about our field experience in Montana (here), and we've developed science communication workshops (see this blog and blog).

Recently, though, I have felt an urge to write about our micro-collaboration in his book, The Evolution Underground, which came out last year (2017) in February. We joined our forces together to make one image of Lystrosaurus
COLLABORATION OF AN ARTIST AND SCIENTIST. After we discussed what the image might show, I drew the outline depicting the story. Tony used Photoshop  to color and texturize the image. We knew we wanted the image to depict hope and continuity.  (Art by Hallelujah Truth and Tony Martin)

But which came first in my experience to take action to visualize the Lystrosaurus story? My MARRIAGE (Tony and me)? HALLELUJAH (me)? Or the SCIENCE (Tony's ichnological knowledge)? 

Me! This wisdom to place myself first in the vast realm of paleontological knowledge and alien terrain where my marriage takes me, was given to me in the early 2000's by a dear family friend, Melissa Walker, who told me to anchor myself, my "ME-ness" first. She advised me to find the value in our co-experiences that nurtured and sustained me. Thus fed, I could venture from a profoundly strong stance into my collaborative marriage and integrating scientific knowledge into my humanities background. 

Therefore, Hallelujah to my Truth, to ME, First! It is now February 2018, and I have wanted to acknowledge the Hallelujah Truth image I made that preceded the image that Tony and I made (pictured above). Ta da! I am presenting "Regeneration" here (below). I am in the BURROW with Lystrosaurus. I placed myself there because I know about BURROWING. Don't you?
HALLELUJAH IN THE LYSTROSAURUS BURROW. I learned from a friend to be present in my husband's life meant being fully present in myself. Finding the "why" in traveling to outcrops in foreign lands, looking at rocks all day, and living and breathing ichnology as a way of life. I find my way in not intellectually, not with my head, but with my heart. Making art is an active way to move into feeling and experiencing new thought. I draw myself to presence myself. Did I become Lystrosaurus? Ha ha! No, but I acknowledged myself as a BURROWER. Being human requires us to pluck ourselves out of our daily/weekly regimens and to rest, recover, regenerate. Returning to our lives restored feels to me like a rebirth. (Art by Hallelujah Truth)

MOVING TOWARD FULLNESS. What is life if not a movement towards fulfillment of our potential? If we are lucky enough to survive the onslaught of life's wounding arrows and its cataclysmic disasters, we are given second, third, fourth, ad infinitum chances to try again. We might even begin to "play" and "enjoy" these times of regeneration.  (Art by Hallelujah Truth)
I drew on my BURROWING experiences to empathize with that of Lystrosaurus. Amazing to me that Tony could visualize animals surviving the worst mass extinction with such simplicity in a childlike mythic tale. 
HALLELUJAH EMPATHY. I allow myself to feel in order to connect. I draw to envision and to connect. I learn as a result of feeling and taking action. I am enlivened and ready to collaborate because of being anchored in SELF. It also helps to be a BURROWER (one who claims time for introspection and renewal).

As a true collaborator in my marriage, I asked Tony to write something for this tale of our marriage and Lystrosaurus. This is what he offered: 

"In a book about burrows, burrowing animals, and how burrowing animals have used burrows to survive catastrophes throughout earth history, I knew Lystrosaurus would have a starring role. Species of this stout-legged, dog-sized reptile, which lived about 250 million years ago (20 million years before the first dinosaurs) and survived the worst mass extinction in earth history. What probably helped them to survive a runaway greenhouse effect and ecological collapse? Burrows, which they dug and used as safe places in normal, everyday life, but which really came in handy when outside environments got more and more hostile to other animals. So I thought the best way to convey a sense of Lystrosaurus as a survivor – and one that survived because of its burrows – was by telling a fictional story centered on one female Lystrosaurus that underwent a Joseph Campbell-style “hero’s journey” during a time of mass extinction. I think it worked well for communicating many scientific ideas connected to Lystrosaurus as a survivor, but it also was a lot more fun to write. Ruth's idea of our creating a collaborative artwork, and one that expresses emotional and spiritual connections to this tale, somehow completed it." -Tony Martin


When I began this tale of my marriage and our Lystrosaurus collaboration, I imagined "stealing" lines from Tony's Lystrosaurus story, but I think I will save that story for another time or let you read about it in his book, The Evolution Underground.

 Let it be said that not just anyone can make you cheer on a reptile from 250 million years ago as it climbs out of a BURROW to discover it might be alone, and that its species may have been annihilated. Since I am one who thinks in myth, responding to the world in metaphors, I was completely captivated by the Lystrosaurus's story of survival and found myself identifying with its journey. 

Perhaps I'm coming out of another BURROWING experience in my life right now. It feels good to write my Coffee with Hallelujah blogposts again after a year of silence. I have returned to the surface after a year-long submersion in my BURROW. I continue to collaborate with my dear husband as we soon head off to Savannah, Georgia for the Southeastern Evolutionary Perspectives Conference. We will conduct two workshops together there! 

That's Coffee With Hallelujah! Soul blog with me. Tell me about your BURROWING experience(s). Are you in or out of your BURROW? May I suggest that we create grace from the mundane to the mysterious as we move forward in 2018?



ACKNOWLEDGMENTS: Deep gratitude to my husband and collaborator. Tony Martin, author, paleontologist, ichnologist, and artist, here holding the cast of a burrow made by a marine invertebrate from the Georgia coast. He is a professor of practice at Emory University, where he has been teaching for 28 years. -photo by Lisa Alexander Streib Art

Thursday, February 1, 2018

The "F" in February is for Flourishing

FLOURISH. (art by Hallelujah Truth)
Happy February 1st! I believe in MAKING MAGIC. Do you?

As I move into the second month of 2018, I am continuing my daily practice by creating grace from the mundane to the mysterious. Will you join me?

If we want to experience love, let's generate that love in our relationships to self, others, our surroundings and for our Earth.

If we want to feel peace, let's create that peace in our lives through our thoughts and actions. 

If we want joy, let's move from that "happy place" we all have in our hearts and illuminate it.

If we want to manifest our dreams, let's act from a sense of abundance and gratitude.
What action will you take today to experience flourishing?

My word for today is FLOURISH. 

Hallelujah Truth Flowers Creating Grace
I keep fresh flowers on my dining room table as often as I can because their presence reminds me of the perpetual unfolding of life and possibility. 


Let's begin this month of February with the belief and action towards flourishing each day for ourselves. Let's make a pact to create grace from the mundane to the mysterious. Let's move forward playfully. 

YAY!

The "F" in February is for Flourishing!

That's Coffee with Hallelujah! Soul blog with me and let me know what is flourishing for you today!

I'm delighted to see my heart sprouting wildly. What is yours doing?  

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

The Ask

PRAYERS THAT WE MAY ALL BE RESPECTED.
I am asking us to love and respect one another. 
GROW LOVE FOR YOURSELF AND ALL OTHERS
Is that too much to ask?

I HALLELUJAH YOUR TRUTH. I dance and pray that we all may experience universal respect and unconditional love. 
CAM MUSKELLY
I dedicate this blog entry to Cam Muskelly, a young paleontologist who Tony Martin and I both know and respect deeply. He is exceptional in every way. His dignity. His paleontology outreach in his community and beyond. His support of those living within the autism spectrum (he knows from firsthand experience). Thank you Cam for leading the way for science education, love, and hope. 

That's Coffee with Hallelujah. Soul blog with me and share your answer to my question: Can we learn to love and respect one another?


Sunday, January 28, 2018

Contemplating the Blessing in the Seed

CONTEMPLATING THE BLESSING IN THE SEED. (Art in progress by Hallelujah Truth, aka Ruth Schowalter)
Hallelujah for Coffee with Hallelujah! If you have 15 minutes for coffee, you have time for 15 minutes of creativity! That time that I "claim" and "name" for my SPIRIT to speak is a PRECIOUS SEED. What will grow from this contemplative creative practice?

In the second week of January 2018, I danced during Monday night dance chapel with Cynthia Winton-Henry and other participants, holding my imaginary seed in my hands (see this blog) to discover what blessing might be present. We contemplated this poem:

Seeds

Not all things are blessed,
but the seeds of all things are blessed.
The blessing is in the seed.


(Muriel Rukeyser, 1913 – 1980)


Now, towards the end of January, I return to the dance and drawing, "The Blessing is in the Seed," generated from my Dance Chapel experience. As I paint and fill it with color, my intention is to SEE what is growing. 

Are you like me? Do you experience delight in viewing the incremental progress of seeds that you have planted emerging from the ground? Does the first glance take your breath away? 

I am a gardener. Almost nothing fills me with more wonder than being in discussion with the plants that inhabit my space. I observe them and ask, "Do you need water?" "Do you need to be cut back?" "Do you need more light?" "Is it time for more plant food?" 

Right now, I am contemplating being a GARDENER OF MY SPIRIT and what questions I might have for the SEED(s) of my SOUL. The same questions apply I think. How about you?

That's Coffee with Hallelujah. What PRECIOUS SEED are you going to shine light on today and cultivate with questions?

Saturday, January 27, 2018

Repetition as Practice

OCTOPUS WOMAN PORTRAIT (Art by Hallelujah Truth)
My art practice is a daily repetitive act.  

This morning, I'm contemplating the value of repetition in my daily creative practice. It is all too easy to dismiss repetition as an act of a dullard.  To repeat implies to "copy," and copying implies a lack of novelty--the ability to "create" something new.

I imagine that my "repetitive acts of art" serve the greater need I have to release judgment each morning as I sit down to draw and paint.

NOT GOOD.
NOT BAD.
JUST IS.

In another way, my exercise of beginning my morning drawing with the familiar, with what I know, is a "spiritual" practice. My first steps follow a well worn path. I walk. I dance. I linger. 

The visual images I create and repeat are internal experiences. I "see" them emerge in and out from a haze, something like the way messages appear in the children's toy Crazy 8-Ball.


OCTOPUS WOMAN 1. (Art by Hallelujah Truth)
These images are collections of real world experiences synthesized with my imagination over time. For example, I offer you the image of  my beloved Australian Aboriginal Creation God, Wandjina, which is part of my "Cosmos of Hallelujah." As I have drawn him repeatedly over the past 10 years or more, Wandjina and I have developed a relationship. His presence in one of my drawings has symbolic meaning for me, which only repetitive drawing could have forged.

Now, I am inviting new symbols to emerge in my cosmos. I introduce OCTOPUS WOMAN. This "Octopus Woman" results from my real world viewing of octopi over time in various media, aquariums, and on the coast; the repeated drawing of Mother Mystery (a woman in a hijab) which is a part of my Cosmos like Wandjina; and Cynthia Winton-Henry's offering of the octopus as a symbol offering wisdom.
OCTOPUS WOMAN 2 (Art by Hallelujah Truth)

Without the repetitive act of drawing over time, I would be without my cosmos, without a way to "track" the spirit of my creative life. 

That's Coffee with Hallelujah. I'm curious. Do make "repetitive acts of art"? What are they? What do you learn from them?


OCTOPUS WOMAN 3. These numbers are arbitrary. The variations of Octopus Woman here are a result of the App Paintbrush. This morning I used a micron pen to outline the pencil drawing that I watercolored yesterday. and posted in this blog: Intuitive Feast. (Art by Hallelujah Truth)

ACKNOWLEDGMENT. Thank you Natalie Goldberg, author of Writing Down the Bones for this statement for the release of judgment: NOT GOOD. NOT BAD. JUST IS. As frequently as I use this proclamation, I must acknowledge it did not originate with me.