I am having my first solo exhibition in two weeks. It is very spur of the moment, They had a gap and so i got brave and said "can i have that space?"
This is bloody nerve wracking because although i have long wanted to stand up and offer my work out to the world in this way.... well it requires me to stand up and offer my work out into the world in that way!
I mean little peices of my soul will be up there on the wall to be judged and dissected.
That is part of what an exhibition is about.
But it is more than that - it is a chance to stand up. To back myself. To stop imagining what it might feel like and actually do it.
Yes i don't have a huge body of work. Yes i could be better prepared. Yes ideally i would have done other things.
But the chance doesn't feel coincidental.
I have been making art around the theme of shadow for some time now. The work i am doing with my beautiful, soon to be born self study course has been rich and fertile soil for all kinds of soul seeds.
So the theme for the exhibition, which is called "From the Shadow" was there. A technique i learnt with the wonderful Judy Wise just made me gasp when i saw the possibilities and i began to play with the idea a while before the chance came up.
And there you have it.
What seems to be the crucial componants of making magic in my world. Listening, playing, leaping.
I listened to the inspiration my soul work was feeding me, i played around with some ideas and when the chance came i leapt.
This morning i had my 6th art journalling workshop here in my hometown. (Which was another listen play leap experience, but a whole other story.)
We were working on our theme (from Dr Estes' list of how wolves live their lives) of "Cavil* in the Moonlight" Very appropriate given the massive moon that has been stirring my pot, and the family bickering.
Each of us in the circle had ideas about Cavilling and yet our work could not have been different. some of us saw the layers and how deep a tiny bicker can dig, there were paintings of layers, of pecking birds, of aging backwards and forwards through time.
When we took the time to turn up for ourselves to the creative process magic happened. We listened to the theme, listened to what wanted to happen, we played with our tools and what turned up, and we could leap into a new way of framing things, of seeing what in the beginning had been troublesome.
I would love to hear your listen, play, leap stories.
I just listened to an idea... how about you play with me by writing a listen, play, leap story from your own life in the comments and i will draw someone to do an ogham or Patupaiarehe reading for.
*to cavil is to bicker, fight, whinge.