Sarah Haskell: Pondering the Invisible

I recently saw Sarah’s piece “Secrets Of The Infinite” and felt drawn to learn more of her work and to share it with you.

Some quotes from Sarah’s post:
“…I found that with thread I could build imagery that was constructed from color and pattern – not color or texture applied to a surface…”

“…I also learned the root of textiles is text – and how textiles can be a visual poetry as well as a narrative and metaphor…”

“…But there is another story – one not as visible or concrete. Just as in a woven cloth there are some threads that are visible and dominant and there are some threads that are buried or hidden – in my own life’s journey there are subtle or hidden “threads.”…”

“…Reflecting on these less visible achievements, I am struck how these are qualities at the core of my life….”

“…Today I am interested in these subtle metaphors, the hidden roots of a busy life, the emotions beneath the chaos of our culture. As I expand my heart to be more open and I witness the effects of aging on my body – I push the same in my work.

I am curious about the parallels between the human body and cloth. Both are subject to wear and tear, both breathe and show evidence from abrasion. Both have qualities of absorption and flexibility….”

“Following this path of inquiry, I weave linen which I expose to the elements, weather and time. I rust print and embroider on this aged, weathered linen. I take what I once protected from the elements and put under glass for museums and galleries – and I am letting go, letting it breathe and exploring the “what if?”

See more of Sarah Haskell’s work and read all of her poignant words on her post at The Common Thread and at her website: http://www.sarahhaskell.com/

The Common Thread

January 1st, 2019 begins my 50th year as a weaver.

Like the straight line of a well-beamed warp, my path as a weaver has never wavered from my passion for the materials and techniques. It’s true I have wandered from utilitarian products such as rugs, clothing and household fabrics to art fabrics, installation, free-form construction and now fabric reconstruction/destruction.

At the core of all my work is my love for thread, texture, pattern and a deep curiosity for what is possible with these materials and techniques.

As a young weaver.

As I enter this 50th year, I still thirst for new ways to stretch (literally and figuratively) my medium and techniques. As a child, I found imaginary play and making art to be my sanctuary from an often bewildering world. I was fortunate that both my parents recognized my need to express myself and I received art training starting at…

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ImageryMuse Is Moving!

Dear Friends, ImageryMuse has moved to https://imagerymuse.com/

You’ll find this and all of our new content there! Thanks for staying with us!

This version of ImageryMuse was hosted at wordpress.com and didn’t allow us our own domain name and limited our customizing and sharing options. Hopefully now, the whole world is our oyster at the new ImageryMuse.com, limited only by our imagine and personal blogging expertise…

 

Revising Our Collective Stories To Survive Or Better Yet, To Thrive

Discover The Moon Magazine

“… It is said that, “The world is made up of stories, not facts.” Stories are how we make sense of our experiences, and guide our decisions in countless unconscious ways.

If we believe that we each are separate individuals, competing with others for survival, and “he who dies with the most toys wins,” we will live very differently than if we believe that we share consciousness with all the beings around us and are here to fulfill our soul’s purpose, whether that makes us wealthy, or not.

If we believe that life is dangerous and individual survival is paramount, then we’ll behave very differently from someone who believes that life is eternal, the survival of the collective is what matters, and that testing oneself against risk is what makes life a meaningful adventure.

The contributors to this month’s issue believe that the Western world is in need of a new story—one that will save not only the Earth and its myriad life forms, but make better humans of us, as well. The dominant narrative that Western humans have internalized for the last 2,000 years—that humans are separate–superior, really–from Earth and all its life forms, which are merely resources, with no intrinsic value of their own; that history is a linear march of progress fueled by endless economic growth and the merits of rugged individualists; that science and technology will overcome any temporary obstacles or detours in this storyline—has led us to the sixth mass extinction, to a world that Sharon Blackie calls “The Wasteland.” In her books, her workshops, and in this month’s interview, Blackie calls us back to humanity’s earlier stories—from our Indigenous (including Indigenous European) ancestors—that reconnect us with the land, with a shared consciousness, and with a more soulful, community-based narrative…”

http://moonmagazine.org/

Light of Mine

Steven Ward’s work is new to me. It’s so beautiful. Previously a painter in oils and watercolors, he’s now working in Photoshop.

His prints are available at the Fine Art America link. And he’s on Twitter @Svaughnward1231

https://fineartamerica.com/featured/light-of-mine-9430-idp2-steven-ward.html

 

Legacies

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I was walking around town, down by the river and came upon this old sculpture. It seems to belong here more than I do. When I shared the image some people responded WTF? I mean, I guess if all you see is a scary skelontonized deer ghost, then OK. But I also saw the remnants of someone’s creative spirit and soul expressed in matter. The weather and time have done their work too. I love that. I love this.

If we are fortunate enough to leave our creations behind, what will become of them? Perhaps we just create them and give them to the world and leave them. The anonymity of this piece means I will never know who made it but it is still making a lasting impression on me and I’m glad it lives on in my neighborhood.

Winter walk

Life persists. Even in winter. It’s remnants a promise of return.

All is at rest. Building potential for the next round of fully living.

So rest. Let yourself drop down into the short days of light and the long dark restorative nights. Quit fighting it. Embrace it. Its OK. It’s safe. It’s good. It’s natural.

The Real Neuroscience of Creativity

Interesting read on the Real Neuroscience of Creativity August 19, 2013 in Scientific American –

“In a recent large review, Rex Jung and colleagues provide a “first approximation” regarding how creative cognition might map on to the human brain. Their review suggests that when you want to loosen your associations, allow your mind to roam free, imagine new possibilities, and silence the inner critic, it’s good to reduce activation of the Executive Attention Network (a bit, but not completely) and increase activation of the Imagination and Salience Networks. Indeed, recent research on jazz musicians and rappers engaging in creative improvisation suggests that’s precisely what is happening in the brain while in a flow state.”

What I want to know is how do we intentionally create or induce these creative states other than using a substance or … Its one of the things I enjoy about reading about the creative process that writers and artists have – how it works for different people…

Here’s the article:

http://blogs.scientificamerican.com/beautiful-minds/2013/08/19/the-real-neuroscience-of-creativity/

 

Body Music

From the contrast
of no touch
and used to it

to the recognition
of all that was missing
registration opens

oceans of deep letting
in as your body presses
the length of mine

hands gliding skin smoothing
rounding rolling muscles
tugging articulations

elbows shoulders hips sinking
into bony hollows
soul doorways to the big

exhale sometimes sighing
moaning breathing into it
no, not sexual yet

sensual all sensual
all senses on
listening in

the tactile kinesthetic world
eyes closed to go
further no more thinking

the world is somewhere
who cares when goose bumps are
rising behind the gentle

glissade of tuned tips hitting
all the right notes
bodymusic entrained

relaxed rhythm
as primal as oceans
and evolutions

of the sun this feeling
of being held and brought home
to these bones safe

and familiar
old new friend
timeless for right now

Getting Started

I’ve been wanting to start a new blog as a way to host my own projects as well as collect inspiration from other writers and artists. I can’t for the life of me figure out how to make my blogger blog Misty Blue Lake re-themed and formatted to feel useful, so am trying to make it work here, at Word Press.

As a self-taught blogger novice, it is likely to be awhile before this blog is up and running – but I can imagine that if it did have the organizational capabilities and depth it could really help me to develop some of the projects I’m currently working on.

Every acorn contains all the potential of the mighty oak it is destined to become

Every acorn contains all the potential of the mighty oak it is destined to become

We’ll see.