Creative Detours

This post is about experiments go awry. Usually, an artist toils on their own and they only show the product. But I don’t toil on my own, I create frames and invite people to toil with me. The process is as important as what comes out of it, so that means sharing not only what works for a project, but sometimes where my frames miss the mark.

And so I present Exhibit A.

One of the new things I tried in the January Art Lab was inviting people to make drawings and collages of their national parks in addition to making abstract photos. I’ve used both processes before (people drew maps for Play Passages, and made collages for Landing Gear), so I was excited about trying out these techniques to create different representations of the parks. I didn’t narrow down or test the frameworks, though, which I would usually do. I was in a state I sometimes get into where I just want to try it all, and rush ahead. Collaged landscapes are a very broad category, and I threw the idea out there to see what would happen. 

I received a few wonderful collages, like these by Aimee Ducharme:

I was so impressed and moved by how she ran with the assignment. She went out and photographed the sunset for six straight evenings on the beach near where she lives in Venice, California. (I must note that she also used a film camera, not digital, which nowadays is a creative risk all by itself—prints are not cheap!) Then she made a series of collages out of the prints, and wrote about visiting the National Park of Awe, a place you can set yourself up for visiting, but you can’t really go looking for exactly. There’s a way in which she wrote about the experience of trying to capture the best, most perfect sunset, that mirrors the creative process I’ve been talking about. She sometimes worried about missing the peak time, about getting the right colors and the ideal shot, about sometimes finding a grey sky, but then having her senses suddenly overtake her with the awe and beauty of the sunset itself, the immensity of this stunning occurrence she gets to witness every day during the pandemic.

She made the collages in response to that feeling, piecing together pieces of each day, stretching herself to make an image of a sunset that’s different than the hundreds of sunset photos we’ve all seen. She accepted the grey days and incorporated that acceptance right into the images. But still, she struggled and doubted. She wrote me that felt unsure about what she was doing, that they weren’t coming out how she wanted or expected. I hadn’t seen them yet, but I encouraged her to keep going, to just enjoy that sense of play, to not judge herself. She and I had a lovely back and forth, and she pushed on, finished the collages, wrote about her experience visiting the National Park of Awe, and sent them to me. I loved them, and I loved what she did. I love how she challenged herself.

But then the deadline passed for the submissions from the second Art Lab. And I could see that the collage experiment worked individually, but it didn’t work collectively. I only received a few, maybe 3 in total, besides Aimee’s, and they didn’t fit together in terms of style. I started to realize that collage and drawing don’t make sense at this stage, and maybe not at all for this project. 

And I felt terrible.

I felt trepidatious when I wrote Aimee and explained, but she was wonderful and understanding. So were the others who had tried out the other experiments. She said she got so much out of making the collages, in and of itself.

And that's largely the point. In the Art Lab, we talk about how important it is to give ourselves permission to take creative risks, to try things and then be willing to let go of the outcome when things don’t go the way we expect. Needless to say, this is much easier said than done. It’s scary and vulnerable, but it’s what I’m asking all of you to do when I’m inviting you to make art with me.

There’s a behind-the-curtain aspect of the creative process that I’m engaged in, but as a participatory and community artist, it's important to sometimes pull the curtain back. That can be really hard to do. Playing around with things on my own isn’t always easy, but it’s a lot less vulnerable and scary sometimes than asking people to try ideas out and make things on the behalf of one of my projects.

I realized that if I’m preaching that it’s okay to explore, let go of expectations, and see what happens, this is all a part of it. It’s a part of being a community and participatory artist, of inviting people into my process. It’s just a little more public. It’s amazing to me after doing this kind of work for so many years that I need to be reminded again and again that things won’t always unfold as I expect, and that that’s okay. 

I treasure the back and forth conversations with Aimee that we’ve had since she got involved in the National Parks of Emotion. I treasure all of the ones I’m having with so many people for whom this project has really sparked something. It helps remind me that what I do really is as much about the process as the product, and that part of that process is invisible and relational. It’s about the connections I’m forming with everyone who is coming along on this ride with me. It’s about vulnerability and trust. It’s about how much I continue to learn about taking chances when I ask all of you to take chances. I guess it’s about leading, in a way. This isn’t the first time that I’ve had to sheepishly admit to everyone that we need to go a different way, and it won’t be the last. But hopefully I’ll continue to get braver about doing the u-turn.

How do you handle detours in your life—creative and otherwise? How do you know when to turn around, and what do you do to make it easier?

Navigating the National Park of Uncertainty

I’ve received over 60 different emotions so far for the National Parks of Emotion project, and the emotion I’ve received the most submissions about so far is not surprising at all.

The National Park of Uncertainty, Lucian, 2021

The National Park of Uncertainty, Lucian, 2021

Uncertainty was neck and neck with anxiety, but I just ran a small workshop with students at the Orchard Lyceum School in Toronto and uncertainty pulled ahead. (As an aside, what they did was amazing—kids of course are creative and brilliant and imagine their parks in totally unexpected ways. Exhibit A is the image above, which was made by a 10-year-old. I mean, wow.) 

Of course, those two emotions go hand in hand. Uncertainty breeds anxiety, there’s no doubt about it. It will be interesting to see the similarities between those two parks as they get fleshed out. I imagine the parks as side-by-side, or maybe they overlap. I think there are probably exits from the National Park of Uncertainty that seamlessly meld with the entrance to the National Park of Anxiety, so that you don’t even realize that you’re in a new place.

What’s interesting about uncertainty to me is that anxiety doesn't have to be the only response to it (although it’s important to say that if what you’re uncertain about is whether you’ll be able to feed your family or have a roof over your head, or if you’re particularly vulnerable to the virus, or any number of circumstances that makes your situation precarious, that is a different story.) I’m talking about the kind of uncertainty that you can handle, you just don’t know what’s coming.

In so many ways the pandemic has been about practicing how to live with uncertainty. It still feels very uncomfortable, and it’s not a place I like to be. But I’ve found that despite my planning nature, I’m slightly better at dealing with it now than I was a year ago. Last spring it felt tortuous not knowing when my kids were going back to school, what bad news the next week would bring, having no idea what the summer would look like. 

Now, as I look ahead again, I still feel upset when I think about not knowing when I’m going to see my parents, friends, family again, or when things will go back to “normal,” whatever that might look like, but I’ve accepted it a little more. This extended period of uncertainty has highlighted the fact that certainty is an illusion in the first place. Very Buddhist, which is not surprising, as the whole project was inspired by a meditation.

All of this is to tell you why I started with Uncertainty as the first National Park of Emotion you can visit on its own web page. I’m using StoryMaps, a platform for digital storytelling that incorporates maps and geography:

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The National Park of Uncertainty

The page is a work in progress. After all, we’re in the process of documenting and describing this park together! I’ll be adding to it when I open submissions again soon, playing with ideas and mediums there. (You’ll notice some video I made of the park, inspired by what’s come in so far. More about that soon too.) I’ll also be adding more parks on StoryMaps as I go along. It’s a fun way to share the research.

Now that I think of it, I like that I’m starting with the National Park of Uncertainty, because there’s a lot of uncertainty I have with the project itself, too. I know intellectually that uncertainty is in the nature of the creative process, but that still doesn’t make it easy. How will it evolve? How am I going to reach more people? What will work artistically? Will I be able to juggle everything? And, and…

I think I’ll get back to practicing just sitting in this park again. This bench looks good.

How have you managed the uncertainty of the pandemic? Have you adjusted to it at all? If so, what has helped?

Disappointment Trails

I mentioned in my last post that the landscapes of our emotions start to get artistically interesting when we start to see the same National Park of Emotion described by different people.  As images and stories about the same park come in, I’m seeing some synchronicities in the geographical features, color palettes, and image patterns. You can see what I mean by looking at two submissions about the National Park of Disappointment:

Disappointment Ramble, Amy Schiff, 2020

“So much disappointment at this park. This should have been a year of making plans and centerpieces for my daughter's Bat Mitzvah. So many choices to make it a special and quirky day. Inviting family from all over to make the trip and all be in the same room for the first time.

Now I see snippets of what would have been, like a winding path I can't actually get to off in the distance. It reminds me of the Ramble in Central Park, where meandering always led you somewhere wonderful and new. But there isn't any way to get there from here.  

We will still fill the day with all the meaning we can with the small group of family we will be allowed to have there. She has been working diligently for months and I wish we could celebrate this sweet and imaginative girl with friends and family with a big old hora. So sad and disappointed we cannot give her what we have been picturing for her for years. She deserves it.”

Amy Schiff, Age 45
Scarsdale, NY

Disappointment Trail, Rhonda Gutenberg, 2020

Disappointment Trail, Rhonda Gutenberg, 2020

“I have been very fortunate during the pandemic in that I still manage to see friends for outdoor activities like hiking and tennis, and most of my work (management consulting and coaching) was already by videoconference, from home. While grateful in many ways, I slink into disappointment when I see so many people not taking this situation seriously and ignoring safety recommendations. We got through the summer and into the fall, our numbers were looking positive and restrictions getting lifted - and then boom – Thanksgiving and subsequent surges. The reinstituted liberties we were appreciating like never before were taken away, once again.

My hike on Disappointment Trail wanders through the California Redwoods, on a shady, dirt trail, with dead, brown leaves scattering the path. It is cool, dank and quiet and I am in solitude. Brown is a primary color amid the dark green leaves of the redwoods and sun is beyond the shelter of this path. I am disappointed and sad but hopeful. Each morning, we never know what we will wake up to, and I await the days when those surprises are uplifting rather than upsetting.”

Rhonda Gutenberg, Age 63
Sausalito, CA

I’m intrigued by how two people, on two different coasts of the United States, both picture disappointment as a trail or a winding path with brown as the dominant color. Not everyone’s parks of the same emotion look as similar as these, sometimes there are just small echoes and patterns that emerge. But it’s only by getting more submissions about each park that we can start exploring the topography of each feeling.

Of the dozens of emotions we’ve all been navigating this past year, disappointment has to be one of the most common ones. Disappointment rises up when we have an unmet expectation—and really, whose year went as they expected? So many plans changed, events canceled, opportunities gone. All the people we were looking forward to seeing and hugging in person, replaced by making do with conversations and connection through screens.

Disappointment can be a hard emotion to admit to sometimes though, when there is so much pain in the world. It’s easy to tell oneself that some disappointments are no big deal, to brush them aside, to not even recognize that we’re in the National Park of Disappointment. But like all emotions, I think it’s crucial to acknowledge when we’re wandering around there.

Among many disappointments, I had multiple trips canceled, both overseas and ones just across the US/Canadian border. I live in Canada but grew up in New York, so my entire family and tons of close friends are in the US. I usually go back many times a year, and shortly before the pandemic I moved from Toronto to Montreal. I was so excited to be much closer to New York City and Boston, and had looked forward to easy weekend trips. We also missed a family wedding that was re-planned as a small socially distanced event. I heard it was lovely, but we couldn’t go. The border feels like the Berlin wall now.

National Park of Disappointment, Mindy Stricke, 2021

The descriptions of the National Park of Disappointment above resonate strongly, and inspire mine, in which the paths are full of dead ends. I wander down one path that’s headed for my annual family reunion at the beach, and then hit a stone wall, the sand and the sea beyond reach on the other side. Turning around, I follow a sign that says, “This way to sleepaway camp for your kids (and some freedom for the adults),” to be met by another wall. And on and on this year. The only way to lower the walls is to lower the expectations. I expect nothing right now, because getting my hopes up just keeps me in that park. 

What have been some of your pandemic-related disappointments? What does your National Park of Disappointment look like and feel like?

Pandemic Emotions: A Snapshot

I now have over 100 submissions for the National Parks of Emotions project, after running three workshops. I’ve been spending time making charts to see what emotions I have, where the patterns are, and what would be interesting to get more of. It’s a small sample of course, but it starts to paint a picture of how people have been feeling during the pandemic. It’s been fun to play around with word clouds, which map the size of the word based on the frequency it occurs:

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You can see from the word cloud some of the dominant emotions that are swirling around— loneliness, gratitude, anxiety, uncertainty, all different kinds of sadness. 

You might also wonder how I’m defining an emotion for the project. I’ll go more into depth in a future post about what I’m reading and thinking about regarding theories and definitions of emotions and what they are. I’ve been learning a ton and it’s really fascinating. 

Some people might feel that concepts like “betrayal”, “untetheredness”, or “creativity” are not emotions, but I’m taking a very broad view at this point. If it’s an emotion concept or feeling that someone in a culture somewhere (even if it’s not an English emotion word) could communicate and someone else would know what they’re talking about, then that’s fine for now. It could be a emotion word that’s consists of a mix of other emotions, that’s fine too (for example, angst is a combination of anxiety and dread). As long as you can say, “Because of the pandemic, I feel _____”, then for the purposes of this project it’s a national park of emotion that you can visit and describe, and I want to hear about it. 

I’ve realized though, that while I love hearing about all of the varieties of emotions, that for the next round of submissions, I’m going to ask people to start filling in the parks more. I still want to give people the freedom to choose an emotion, but I need multiple submissions for each park so there’s more material in each. Comparing and contrasting what your uncertainty or frustration looks like compared to mine is where it starts to get particularly interesting artistically. I’ll share an example of that in a coming post.

Meanwhile, I would love your help and feedback about the following two questions:

  • Which National Parks of Emotion would you like to see that I don’t have yet?

  • Which ones should I gather more stories about, that feel crucial to include as part of our collective emotional pandemic experience?

What are you yearning for?

The National Parks of Emotion project and the connections I’m making with so many of you who have participated give me a sense of purpose and meaning during these uncertain times when I have no idea what’s happening next—among so many other things, when I’ll be able to see my family or close friends who live in the states. I’m in Canada, and I haven’t seen my parents since February 2020. My dad’s 80th birthday was this past week. They both received the vaccine, and I’m incredibly grateful for that, so it just feels like a matter of holding on and being patient. But it’s still really hard. I know so many of you are dealing with similar separations. I’ve received a couple submissions about the National Park of Yearning, and I related instantly. Here’s one that really hit me, I feel like I could have written it myself:

It’s a deep valley and I’m at the very bottom, waiting to get out. I’ve been here since March. There are times when it feels like I have climbed for so long and I’m nearly out, nearly at the top. Like there’s a light at the end of the tunnel. When I reach the top, I will get to see my family that I have been so desperately missing for 9 months—the US-Canada border keeping us apart.

But then the camera pans back out, and I see that I’ve still got a long way to go. The cases keep rising, the lockdowns continue, the border remains shut. I long to be reunited with my family. I think of how magical it will be when I see them again. 

I’ve experienced a particularly intense loss of a loved one before, so I am not completely unfamiliar with these feelings of missing and yearning and longing.

I yearn to be close to them, to hear my niece laugh again, to hold my nephew in my arms for the first time, to embrace my mother, to hear my dad tell a bad joke. We connect nearly every day virtually, but I yearn for real connection again.

— Anonymous, age 28

Yearning is an interesting emotion—given the current circumstances, I instantly think of it as an unpleasant feeling, but one of the participants wrote to me about how it can also be a pleasant feeling of longing. Maybe it’s a mixed emotion, in some cases, or perhaps it depends on what you’re yearning for, and why.

It’s been about a month since the last National Parks of Emotion Art Lab. So many of you have told me that you’re eager to hear about what’s happening with the project since then, and I’m eager to share. I’ll tell you what’s happening over the next while, as a series of Art Lab reports.

Meanwhile, what are you yearning for? Is it a pleasant or unpleasant feeling for you?