On my Studio Table: meaning making
I recently had a really unique experience of attending an intimate house concert at my friend’s house. The musician was Francis Dunnery. Between his songs he spoke to huge issues that impact us all in regards to our spiritual and psychological health. I had no idea what I was in for when I went! One of the things he did speak to was the idea that in the end nothing really means anything. We get so worked up and distressed about things that ultimately really don’t mean a damn thing. We as humans are the meaning makers. It is in our nature to assign meaning to objects, ourselves and the things that happen to us. We assign positive or negative emotions to it and those personal interpretations usually dictate our behaviors and attitude. It may seem depressing because then what’s the point of anything. But on the other hand it can be empowering because we create our reality. As I sat there listening and agreeing, but also having disagreements in my head because that’s what I do- always questioning, I thought about how artists are the ultimate meaning makers. That is what we do. That is our practice. We take what human beings do all the time, every second, without thinking- but we do it all the time, with purpose and intent.
I know for myself- I am compelled to make and I am compelled to create meaning of my life in a tangible form. It’s not that I like to do it. It’s that I must.
And so I sew, put things together, patch things up
I collect and gather
paint, build and construct
And the work is never truly done. I am constantly reworking older pieces. I know, probably not a good idea, but I can’t help it. I take from my life and rework, rebuild, reconstruct to give it a new form and new life.
With the end of the school year activities and spending more time outdoors in our yard and garden, I have not had as much extended time in the studio. But I have been getting in for short bursts, as seen from these photos from the past month, as I finish up preparing for my solo show at the Park View Gallery at Glen Echo Park, outside of Washington, DC. The show opens July 1 with a reception during the art walk, July 3rd. This park has so much meaning to me that I will have to write about another time. I am a meaning maker after all.