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?