Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Mapping The Heart

Heartwood 24"x12"
I am mapping something these days. Every painting that emerges resembles a map of sorts. There is a strangeness to it all as if I have become a cartographer, an explorer recording and etching out the roads and river of some landscape that seems important to me. But perhaps every true creative experience feels like this?

I have come following an unknown river with a paintbrush and some pencils. Little continents and landforms appear, rising and sinking into oceans of grey and white, and taupe. Perhaps I have taken up membership in some strange society of cartographers of the heart. Surely my fees in this club are overdue?

The rivers and roads arise from the wandering of sharp tools across the painted surface, small, fierce nomadic creatures, exploring the terrain. The scraping nomads need to be held loosely, with love and trust, so they can trace out their own trail because they know best. The marks that emerge have their own lives. I must let go to bring them into being. These lines remind me that we are never in control anyway. It is merely our human delusion.

And the landforms that emerge are pleasingly irregular, tracing coastlines of the wandering mind, lakes of deep thought, rivers of delight, oceans of sadness.


Geography of the Heart 16"x16"
The webs of crevices and cracks tell stories about the beauty of imperfection. Tracing tiny lines I am reminded that the richness of the world is revealed to me when I attend to the details of life. The crows feet of the land spread out to show it's smiling face.

And while some of the work is done by attending to detail. I need to move outward and view the work from my space capsule. I am reminded that everything is composed of both attention to detail and an ability to stand back and see the big picture.

Road Trip 16"x16"
My map making project went on retreat this past weekend, spending time with master cartographer of the heart and mind, James Baraz. We spent the weekend practicing paying kind attention to being present. I learned that breaths are like snowflakes, no two are the same. I will offer you two tiny pearls from my expedition. If Joseph Conrad wrote "Heart of Darkness", I think James Baraz wrote "Heart of Lightness".

 Ram Dass said: The secret of contentment is to plumb the depths of the moment.

James told of some insights he had reciting the following phrase while on retreat. He said it to himself but then also envisioned other people. He said the really tough one was thinking of his son and saying this: "You are the heir to your karma. My happiness depends on my actions not on my wishes.
Islands of the Heart 8"x10"

18 comments:

  1. You are the heir to your karma. My happiness depends on my actions not on my wishes.
    I am going to think about that.
    Meanwhile love the mappishness of your recent work. Finding a path, a way.

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    1. thanks, Leslie. yes, finding a path, a way, perfect metaphor!

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  2. Well said.
    If I think about it, my work is a kind of mapping of whatever goes on in my subconscious.

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    1. that's a great way to describe the creative process,"mapping what goes on in the subconscious."

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  3. Very interesting work... "cartographers of the heart." I like that... Following unknown rivers, plumbing the depths... Sounds like my kind of journey :)

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    1. it is your journey, just a different expression of the territory.

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    2. Thanks Carole, I appreciate that! :)

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  4. There was a poetry mag., from way-back, called "MAPS"...i guess we are all following a route from what and who went before and express what we find in our present reality...through poetry, painting...creating...

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    1. it does seem like an archtypal (sp?) image or idea, the map, relating to routes, as you mention and journeys and paths, as Leslie mentioned. Yes we are always charting new ground in each moment and then recording it as you say in our medium. Neat!

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  5. wow Carole, this is stunning work - so much mystery in these pieces - wonderful xox

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    1. thanks, Jeane! Because I am so crazy about your work, this means a lot!

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  6. Such a good place...of mapmaker of the heart. Your words and your marks speak together...I can see and feel the islands, lagoons, oceans...beautiful!

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  7. thanks, Maryanne! Blue skies, islands, always a good thing!

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  8. so rich.... your painting...maps of mystery... and your exquisite writing as well.

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  9. I saw your 'Road Trip' on Tumblr today and just wanted to tell you how beautiful it is. Every time I look at it (which is several times today) I am filled with a sense of calm.

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  10. What a lovely comment!. Thank-you so much for taking time to tell me! Smiles all round!

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  11. Lovely, dreamy works, Carole. I'm especially drawn to the first two, but I think the green one is my favorite. (go figure, huh?) I like what A Bird... said; I think all of our works are maps of the subconscious. And speaking of well-wrought words, what you've written here is pure poetry. It makes me think you should write a book and use these "maps" as illustrations.
    "And the landforms that emerge are pleasingly irregular, tracing coastlines of the wandering mind, lakes of deep thought, rivers of delight, oceans of sadness." Wow. Ok, I know I'm a bit bossy, but write a book, girl, I'm tellin' ya! :~)

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  12. you are too sweet, Sharmon! many bows to you!

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