“..duende loves the edge, the wound, and draws close to places where forms fuse in a yearning beyond visible expression.”

from Theory and Play of The Duende

I’m delighted with the end result of the work I used to illustrate the ‘Duende’ post recently. A supporter of my work and the arts hub I co-run in my home town saw it during our recent open studios and decided to buy it. I hadn’t actually intended it to be for sale, I had hung the painting, and the 3 photos which inspired it, together – more as an illustration of a kind of development, then as a display of finished work. However a few people commented on it, and then our customer came in unexpectedly and wanted it. I thought about it and decided to put it together in a more finished way, so I had the painting printed, and mounted with the 3 photographs to create a finished ‘piece’.

The great thing is that the customer is not someone who shirks from the darker aspects of my work. She and I have had conversations about such things, and she is open to them. The work I called ‘Floating’. It’s subject matter is dissociation. In it I am trying to convey the feeling of dissociation during and after trauma, when you feel that your head and body and separated to protect them both. I remember telling my husband that the sensation was rather like what happens on an Apple computer when you ‘duplicate’ something, it kind of pops out a copy which then sits in front or to the side of the original. On looking at this work of the photos and the painting, I realise that it illustrates this sensation of duplication or of being being ‘beside yourself’. The top of the head is missing also, of course (the ‘floating’) which suggests the sense of being missing from your old sense of self that comes with dislocation during the survival of the trauma itself, but also with the sense of unreality that came with the morphine and morphine-like drugs later on. The black jumper also suggests to me the dark dark heart of experiencing trauma, and in particular facing the possibility of dying and the blank finality of death.

As I say, the customer does not shy away from subjects such as these and demand a ‘sunny’ artwork (although she likes those too, who doesn’t?). I am incredibly grateful for this and it give me the strength to continue to work on my ideas for an exhibition of some sort in the future, based on the experience of liminality, and the phenomenology of trauma.

The liminal, the in-between state, the uncanny and take-you-out of the norm state, music can conjure up such feelings in the listener, it can describe the indescribable, like poetry, it can make the sounds that voice cannot reach. Music sniffs out the underdog emotion, the one which doesn’t get much airing because its difficult. This is a playlist of music I find strums this accord in me. Some are about death, some aloneness, one is about a depressed town, and another about a dying society – some I don’t know what they are about, they just make sounds which to me express the liminal:

Swanlights – Antony & The Johnsons

Words – Ane Brun

Fuel to Fire – Agnes Obel

Immigrant Song – Karen O & Trent Reznor

Everything is New – Antony & The Johnsons

Child Bride – CocoRosie

You Want it Darker – Leonard Cohen

Gravediggress – CocoRosie

Electric – Kathryn Williams

Battleships – Kathryn Williams

Steer Your Way – Leonard Cohen

When Under Ether – PJ Harvey

Baltimore – Nina Simone

The Spirit Was Gone – Antony & The Johnsons

This City Never Sleeps – Eurythmics

If You Need to, Keep Time on Me – Fleet Foxes

Beating Heart – Kathryn Williams

When Nothing Meant Less – Kathryn Williams

The first thing I want to mention is that I took part in a week long course a couple of weeks ago, and the tutelage of Fraser Taylor, entitled ‘develop your studio practice’, I wanted to spend some dedicated time trying to see if I could pull together some of the strands I’ve been following over the last few months, grappling with ideas for making art related to my experiences of being involved in a serious accident which resulted in sight loss. The sense of being in a liminal state pervaded my life afterwards, and one of the only ways I could feel my way through it was to try and express it through making art in various forms. But how to pull together something which was by its essence broken, fragmented, full of blanks (like my eyesight, and memory) and without a visible end? The course was excellent and Fraser immediately grasped what I was saying and understood that the liminal happens also on the verges of different forms of art, which was also something I was drawn to. The sense of feeling my way (blindly) isn’t something I need to resist, in itself this mirrors the experience. I pull together as best I can, but the gaps keep opening, resisting any attempts to be controlled. This is, surely a creative process in itself. The end result can only be an exhibition, or perhaps a small scale exhibition in the form of a book, or a few books…..

Saying that, next week I am putting some work of mine up together in one space for an open studios event and following exhibition. This is for the ‘outward me’ to put some work into public and see what happens.  

“I am from peasant stock with a shit degree in art – I’m a nothing,” she says. “But it doesn’t take an expert to diagnose the whole stinking system. I talk to a taxi driver from Pakistan and they’re saying the same thing as me. Everyone’s feeling it. David Attenborough’s feeling it; all the people we trust are feeling it. Can we address it? Can we inhale it? Can we withstand it?” https://www.theguardian.com/music/2016/apr/09/trans-singer-anohni-new-album-hopelessness

“Real culture happens in communities, not galleries.” – Partisan, Manchester, article by Kate Hardy & Tom Gillespie, Guardian 4th August 2017