Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Talking with friends
Today Susan was telling me about a series of short essays she's been writing; they began as a consideration of the trials of getting older and experiencing her body getting cranky. (She's facing hip replacement surgery in a couple of weeks.) She described the arc of the first essay as a movement from darkness into a kind of light and renewed wonder, enabled by her consideration of an Emily Dickinson poem. We discussed how the experience of good art (however that's defined) can provide us with a glimpse or jolt of recognition of some truth or vision or insight that lifts our spirits and opens a fresh energy to continue moving forward.
Because we have been friends for so long, and have talked so many times about her writing and my weaving, we each have a considerable understanding of the other's work process. So when she commented that she didn't see how these individual essays she's writing could work as a book, how they could fit together coherently, I came up with a metaphor from my work that was helpful. Think of one of my warps, I said, long enough to weave several pieces. Each scarf or shawl is unique, with different patterns and different weft yarns in each. In some, the warp is easily seen; in others, it's hardly visible. Yet it's there in all of them, carrying through each the same theme of color and texture. Her collection of essays needs to have such a theme, or central question, or philosophical core, so that -- like each item in my series of woven pieces -- the common element is perceptible. Susan, who is also a visual artist of considerable ability, could visualize and extrapolate from that metaphor an approach to her essays that heretofore had escaped her. It was exciting and energizing for both of us.
On Friday, I'll get together with another dear friend, who's a sculptor. She and I also often talk about our work in a broad way, and consider elements of process and creative endeavor which fascinate and engage us. I treasure these friends, and many others, with the knowledge that their presence in my life makes me a better artist and a wiser person
Reading Dreaming in Chinese by Deborah Fallows. Among other things.