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Challenge #8
In your own space, celebrate a personal win from the past year: it can be a list of fanworks you're especially proud of, a gift of your time to the community, a quality or skill you cultivated in yourself, something you generally feel went well. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.
Honestly, there wasn’t much for me to celebrate/be proud of this last year (except maybe surviving it). But I do have one thing that I was happy about.
My sis is studying for her PhD at Florida State, and this past semester, she took a class on arts-based research. Part way through the semester, her prof asked the class to consider submitting to an exhibition they were going to be putting up in December: Art Education in Critical Times. The sis demurred for a time, since her background in the arts is stage management in theatre, not visual arts. The prof kept nudging her, and she came in for Thanksgiving with canvases, pastels, watercolors, colored pencils and markers, glass, embroidery thread, acrylic paints. Just a wealth of art-making supplies.
Her dissertation is going to be about theatre programming/community engagement targeted toward seniors to help with social isolation and emotional well-being. So my job was to write two poems that would show the extremes of isolation and connection (based in part on struggles we say with our mom as she aged). The sis painted two canvases. Each one had one of my poems sew onto it, and under the poems, also sewn in, were pictures of our mom. Some were in happy times, some were when she was ill in the hospital and at her viewing. I told the sis that our mom was going to haunt the living fuck out of her for releasing unflattering pictures of her.
The piece is called “Breaking Through,” and the canvases were hung side-by-side. People could flip the poems up to look at the pictures underneath. Since I’m not sure how readable the poetry is, the poems are below. I didn’t really title the poems, so the “titles” below refer to which canvas they are on. Each is a series of cinquains, five-line poems with a syllabic pattern to the lines: 2 syllables / 4 syllables / 6 syllables / 8 syllables / 2 syllables.
The tag on the piece says, “This piece represents the oppositional states of being between socially engaged older adults and those living with loneliness and depression. The photographs are of the artist’s mother, with poetry by the artist’s sister.”
( Rainbow Canvas Poem )
( Shades of Black Canvas Poem )
Banner by Seleneheart.
In your own space, celebrate a personal win from the past year: it can be a list of fanworks you're especially proud of, a gift of your time to the community, a quality or skill you cultivated in yourself, something you generally feel went well. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.
Honestly, there wasn’t much for me to celebrate/be proud of this last year (except maybe surviving it). But I do have one thing that I was happy about.
My sis is studying for her PhD at Florida State, and this past semester, she took a class on arts-based research. Part way through the semester, her prof asked the class to consider submitting to an exhibition they were going to be putting up in December: Art Education in Critical Times. The sis demurred for a time, since her background in the arts is stage management in theatre, not visual arts. The prof kept nudging her, and she came in for Thanksgiving with canvases, pastels, watercolors, colored pencils and markers, glass, embroidery thread, acrylic paints. Just a wealth of art-making supplies.
Her dissertation is going to be about theatre programming/community engagement targeted toward seniors to help with social isolation and emotional well-being. So my job was to write two poems that would show the extremes of isolation and connection (based in part on struggles we say with our mom as she aged). The sis painted two canvases. Each one had one of my poems sew onto it, and under the poems, also sewn in, were pictures of our mom. Some were in happy times, some were when she was ill in the hospital and at her viewing. I told the sis that our mom was going to haunt the living fuck out of her for releasing unflattering pictures of her.
The piece is called “Breaking Through,” and the canvases were hung side-by-side. People could flip the poems up to look at the pictures underneath. Since I’m not sure how readable the poetry is, the poems are below. I didn’t really title the poems, so the “titles” below refer to which canvas they are on. Each is a series of cinquains, five-line poems with a syllabic pattern to the lines: 2 syllables / 4 syllables / 6 syllables / 8 syllables / 2 syllables.
The tag on the piece says, “This piece represents the oppositional states of being between socially engaged older adults and those living with loneliness and depression. The photographs are of the artist’s mother, with poetry by the artist’s sister.”
( Rainbow Canvas Poem )
( Shades of Black Canvas Poem )
Banner by Seleneheart.