Sketchbook: I Am A Comma

Sketchbook: I Am A Comma

Sketchbook | I am a comma

i am a comma

i sometimes stand in for one of the twins

when words from a past life are to be repeated

when i feel a little bit moody and out of character

i will team up with a no-nonsense full-stop

to make a hybrid statement

just for a giggle i sometimes apostrophise

and hope you notice when i shout with my hands around my mouth

“hey you giant, hellloooo, there’s something missing here!”

but,

when i am my favourite kind of me

i am the comma that adores the space

that has to happen when i happen

it could be a spectacular pause,

a space to breathe,

or just room to change your mind if you feel like it.

 


Note: The idea behind this sketchbook project was to complete the sentence I am a [metaphor]. I made it for the Misty Mawn Make/Do Art Workshop. Also for me and my very lovely handmade book that I bought in Venice some years ago! I had two ideas. First, I am the pink thread that runs through a white dress passed on from one generation to the next. Kind of like a timeline. And second, I am a comma. The poem came so easy and then the painting just happened. I painted the girl as a comma next to the letter ‘e’. I thought that I could illustrate a comma best next to a letter. I decided to make that letter an ‘e’ because a lot of wonderful words end with an ‘e’. Words like love, hope, peace, believe and bee :)

 

the river does not dry up

Be wild; that is how to clear the river.

The river does not flow in polluted,

we manage that.

The river does not dry up,

we block it.

If we want to allow it its freedom,

we have to allow our ideational lives

to be let loose,

to stream,

letting anything come,

initially censoring nothing.

That is creative life.

It is made up of divine paradox.

To create one must be willing to be stone stupid,

to sit upon a throne on top of a jackass and

spill rubies from one’s mouth.

Then the river will flow,

then we can stand in the stream of it raining down.

-Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estès

Finding the drumbeat

When I go through the world, I notice that everything has its own pulse – the people, the plants, the trees, the animals, the birds – and if we get quiet enough we can hear each other’s drumbeat. If we keep listening we’ll move to the same rhythm.

Drumbeat1

Do you notice that?

In my art when I try to find this drumbeat, this pulse, this spirit – I try to find something that connects me to others, my culture to other cultures, my mind to my body. I mostly use an object that I can hold in my hand which I will then photograph and use in a collage repeat on canvas. As an example: I used a smoking pipe in my series “Pipes”.

The Sioux tribe believes that a smoking pipe, Calumet, represents Creation.

The Stem is a symbol for masculinity and the animal world. The Chamber stands for the femininity and the plant world. The smoke represents the prayers that go up to the gods. I then selected a calabash pipe to connect my world to the world of the Sioux tribe. The pipe pieces made for a beautiful collage and gave my series the heartbeat of creation and its beings. Sometimes, if a new painting in a different series would relate to the earth and its beings (a.k.a. have the same heartbeat), I would use the pipe as a foundation again like in this painting.

Other objects that I’ve used as collages to form a painting’s drumbeat include words, buttons, scissors, irons, labyrinths, knits, hands and even complete paintings of mine.

Drumbeat

Have a look around you and spot the drumbeat that speaks to you.

Keep connecting!

Liesel x

Finding the Connection again

In my work so far I’ve come to the conclusion that the first step to change is finding our connection to each other and to nature again. A clue that you are connecting is that you feel moved. On the X-factor, someone once said when asked how to write a great song: the song has to move people – either on the inside or on the outside.

See if this beauty by Lindsey Stirling moves you:

 

 

Moves me every time!

Keep connecting xx