Sunday, January 30, 2011
COURAGING: SPEAKING HEART
Monday, January 24, 2011
SPIRITUAL ART PILGRIM INTERVIEW #1: CECELIA KANE--Conceptual Visual Artist—Searching for Meaning in the Face of Death
Hallelujah for the JOURNEY and for the PILGRIMS we meet along the way! Each month in 2011, I will be HONORING a different SPIRITUAL ART PILGRIM, one who has shared her HEART and SOUL with me through the miraculous medium of ART! I invite you to join me in my EXPLORATIONS of the OTHER, for it is through investigations of how we are similar and different from ANOTHER that we truly come to know ourselves! Hallelujah! The first SOUL in my “Spiritual Art Pilgrim Interviews,” is my Decatur, Georgia, neighbor Cecelia Kane. CeCe, as friends are apt to call her, is an artist of note. (See her website to discover the broad expanse of her creative endeavors.) In the HALLELUJAH INTERVIEWS, however, the goal is to dramatize specifically the relationship between ART and SPIRITUALITY. An artist like CeCe (I prefer to think of her as SEE SEE) is challenging to write about since most of her immense body of work is spiritually based! Let’s get started and see what can be “currently” illuminated about her SPIRTUAL ART SOJOURN! HALLELUJAH: What is the connection between the ART you make and your SPIRITUALITY? SEE SEE: First, to answer this question, I had to look up “spirituality.” The dictionary was no help. The definition of SPIRIT is more like it--the GROUND SOURCE of BEING, the ESSENCE of BEING and EXISTENCE. Then we can define "spirituality" as the search for this ESSENCE. HALLELUJAH: And ART? SEE SEE: ART is a tool. ART is a language. Kind of like the way math is a language for physicists. Math helps concretize something that we can’t wrap our heads around. We can’t understand dark matter without the language of math. BEING and EXISTENCE is a massive and ephemeral topic. Although a lot of people don’t understand the language of ART, ART is a pathway into another way of seeing. HALLELUJAH: Tell me about how your project “89 Days, How Am I Feeling Today?” uses the LANGUAGE of ART to explore BEING and EXISTENCE. SEE SEE: “89 Days” is a study of identity. Am I my thoughts, feelings, body, face, Catholic heritage? Am I my mother’s child? She lived for 89 years. I asked these questions, taking photographs of myself for 89 consecutive days trying to concretize my feeling of the moment. Then I reproduced these 89 photographs again, this time on hankies in a distorted way. HALLELUJAH: And you also video taped yourself wearing a replica of your Catholic school uniform each day with a different hankie in your your pocket and asking about how you were feeling for another 89 days…. SEE SEE: Yes, but I stopped filming myself after 68 days because I had my answer. I knew I am simply not my thoughts and feelings. I’m wasting my time. Thoughts and feelings are as ephemeral as the body. We are simply dreams…. HALLELUJAH: And ART? SEE SEE: What is real? In “89 Days,” I tried to hang a structure using ART so that I could define reality. Making this structure was like hanging reality on a clothesline daily, step by step. In Catholicism, we pray in small increments of counting like the rosary or saying a novena. (See more about 89 Days.) (These photos were taken at the opening of Cecelia's show, "89 Days.") HALLELUJAH: Where did the completion of this project “89 Days” leave you? SEE SEE: Still asking two other questions—What is the nature of CONSCIOUSNESS? What is the nature of DEATH? HALLELUJAH: I know that you have a large body of ARTwork, past and present, exploring these topics of CONSCIOUSNESS and DEATH. Could you tell me about the prominent and persistent symbols occurring in this ART? SEE SEE: The “eye” is used to represent awareness and consciousness. The “heart” stands for the life of the body—the thumping, concrete rhythm of life. The “brain” represents the life of the mind—thoughts and feeling, logic and emotion. HALLELUJAH: Let’s look at some of the ART you are currently working on. You have three examples. SEE SEE: (EXAMPLE 1—WINGS) I began by drawing mechanical wings for my mother Hazel because of her fear of dying (Go to SEE SEE’s website to learn more about this image.). HALLELUJAH: Then you painted wings for yourself, using the symbols of the EYE, HEART, and BRAIN. SEE SEE: I painted life-sized wings with realistic aspects, painting straps for my shoulders and hand holds. HALLELUJAH: I remember these wings. They were quite large—about a ten-foot wingspan. (See an earlier blog entry of Coffee With Hallelujah to see photos of these wings at an early stage.) SEE SEE: I cut them down to make them more manageable, maneuverable. I gave these wings to Sally Wylde when she was in hospice. She had asked for photos of the wings, but I sent her THE wings. HALLEUJAH: That was very powerful and meaningful since several of us, including Sally, had “experimented” with these wings a couple of times in our Spiritual Art Pilgrim group. The life-sized aspect of the wings were so inviting to me—even if we were doing imaginary “test flights” into life after death. (Cecelia taking a journey with her first set of wings, which were started at Hambidge in December 2009.) SEE SEE: Now, I’m making new wings for myself. HALLELUJAH: You started these wings around the time of Sally’s death in August. You collected small pieces of sticks on your daily walks with your dog, Etta. They reminded you of bones and provided the structure for this new painting of wings. They have certainly evolved in the last four months. Let’s look at the prominent symbols of EYES, HEARTS, and BRAINS occurring in them. SEE SEE: The EYES and HEARTS are on the right side, representing BODY and CONSCIOUSNESS. This is the transition period. Life is rising so to speak. There is still green growth. This part of the wing is still attached to the earth. I don’t understand why, but there are green roots. (Cecelia's second set of wings, which were started in August 2010.) The left side of the wings has lost color. There are skulls, which really represent DEATH. The skulls are rising and fading into bright whiteness—to the essence of DEATH. The self is somehow in some other environment. It is so bright we can’t see. HALLELUJAH: And how is the BRAIN symbolized here? (SEE SEE gestures to the center of the wings that suggests something like a spinal cord.) SEE SEE: This would be the brain showing the split, the bifurcation. (Cecelia in her Decatur, Georgia, studio, trying the wings on.) HALLELUJAH: Let’s look at another example of the way you use the symbols of the BRAIN, HEART, and EYES. You have a series of garments you have made that you call “Safety Wear.” Tell me about your “Consciousness Cape.” SEE SEE: (EXAMPLE 2—CONSCIOUSNESS CAPE) It has a mink collar and on the tapestry, I’ve embroidered brains and synapses and sewn on hand made clay hearts. This “outside” part of the cape is the glorious, exuberant physical aspect of ourselves that we show to others. Inside the cape is a silk lining with sad suffering eyes, connected by a network of vines and thorns. This “inside” is “essential awareness,” which is hidden. This inner awareness of self is not physical. |
Cecelia puts on the Consciousness Cape showing the white embroidered brains and clay hearts. This photo was taken in her cabin at Hambidge in December 2009. |
Cecelia is showing the cape reversed, revealing the silk lining with the sad, suffering eyes. |
Cecelia in her studio kneeling next to her painting covered in eyes. |
At the end of the interview, Cecelia took a moment to pose with her canine companion, Etta. |
Thursday, January 20, 2011
THE CREATIVE PILGRIMAGE: JOURNEY MATTERS MORE THAN DESTINATION!
Monday, January 10, 2011
2011: SAY YES
Hallelujah for NEW BEGINNINGS. I welcome the START of 2011 with open arms and CURIOSITY. What is possible in the next 12 months? What discoveries will I make on my ARTFUL and SOULFUL PILGRIMAGE? What PILGRIM will I meet who will make that significant difference in my JOURNEY? In what NEW ways will I contribute to the LOVING SOULS in my life?
A FELLOW SOJOURNER and POET, Alice Teeter speaks to me through the poetry in her book, “When it happens to you…”. Today, one particular poem, “Say Yes,” is speaking to me. The first three lines of the poem suggest:
Say Yes
Step off into this unknown
Into this marvelous and terrible Yes
Oh PILGRIM! We know part of the JOY of the GREAT MYSTERY is that it is simultaneously “marvelous” and “terrible”—beckoning and pushing us away at the same time. It takes SOULFUL COURAGE to step into YES!
Alice Teeter creates multiple ways for us to say YES. We can “float,” “carry,” “blow,” and “scatter” YES. We can even “lean” into YES, watching it like a maple seed spiraling down in front of us!
Saying YES is like creating a “seed” that we can plant along our JOURNEY. By saying YES, we send a positive message out into the universe surrounding us.
And just think—it is possible that other PILGRIMS might hear our saying YES. Alice Teeter’s poem concludes:
You are standing on the sweet spot of the stage
Your voice will carry for eons and leagues
In your softest song say Yes to me
I hear you from this thousand miles away
Hallelujah for saying YES! And for being HEARD! I am BEGINNING my 2011 saying YES joyfully to both the marvelous and terrible! And you PILGRIM, what will you say YES to this year? SOUL BLOG with me at Coffee with Hallelujah, so I can HEAR YOU!
For your delight, below is Alice Teeter’s poem, “Say Yes,” in its entirety.
Say Yes
Say Yes
Step off into this unknown
Into this marvelous and terrible Yes
Yes to unknowing, Yes
Fling your arms wide to Yes
Be light and say Yes
Say Yes softly in a whisper
Float on Yes
Carry Yes like a feather you find floating
That the wind will take away
Blow Yes like a dandelion seed
Scatter it to the winds
And me, I say Yes waiting for your Yes
Leaning in and watching for it floating down
A maple seed on the breeze spiraling
Wisps of white floating across my field of vision
My ears are listening for that whisper
You are standing on the sweet spot of the stage
Your voice will carry for eons and leagues
In your softest song say Yes to me
I hear you from this thousand miles away
From When it happens to you…, poems by Alice Teeter