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4/29/2020 3:41:40 PM

Truth in the Time of Social Distancing

Ellie Harold / Comment on this

 

 

On New Year's Eve when I pulled the Angel Card "Risk," I thought I knew what it referred to. After all, for more than 2 years I'd been working on my art installation project BIRDS FLY IN: A Human Refuge—I was (and still am) on the brink of launching it at the Oliver Art Center. I anticipated a lot of risky work, expense and exposure in the coming year. I did not anticipate a global pandemic that would put so many lives on the line. Now, the term "high risk" has been applied to me and others in my age group. I never saw that coming!

 

I've only known a couple people who have actually taken ill with the coronavirus, but I know of no one whose life has not been affected by its presence in the world. While some have lost loved ones to the disease, others have lost their jobs and livelihood. Most of us have lost the sense of security with which we go about our daily lives. For the present, at least, it seems we're all walking on a razor's edge.

 

Still, most days we take the risk to get out of bed each morning to see what the day brings. And, on some days, we have the energy and will to see what we can bring to the day.

 

In the face of tremendous loss, disappointment, uncertainty and the grief that accompanies them, life asserts itself. In a lesson on values in oil painting, I recall a workshop leader remarking on "the positive aggression of light." He was pointing out how a black object in a sunlit scene appears lighter than a white object in a shadowed area. In another words, black is not black when seen in the light. He then went on to demonstrate how little light it takes to make that difference because light, like life, is aggressive, in a good way. In the face of tremendous loss, disappointment, uncertainty and the grief that accompanies them, life continually asserts itself. And, as it turns out, we, are the light that makes the difference in how things appear!

 

Have you noticed how these days of physical distancing from the people who normally inhabit our lives tend to blur one into another? Groundhog Day (gratefully without Sonny & Cher)! There are times when this feels like we've all been (unfairly) sent to our rooms. Other times, it seems we've been given this time-out for another purpose, to reflect on What Really Matters. Not what we think should really matter when we're looking at news reports, listening to podcasts, Zooming or dwelling too long on Facebook—but the meaning we discover for ourselves in the midnight hour of our aloneness.

 

In a strange way, this period has brought me the gift of freedom to experience who I am as a non-social creature. What are my preferences if no one's looking? You might never know unless I reveal them to you! Of course, this is the risk of intimate relating: I choose to show you the stuff I might otherwise hide. A Unity minister once parsed "intimacy" as "into to me I see." I like that. By risking to share with you, I may claim myself more fully.

 

I wish I could say I understand the art I am making at the moment. A few weeks ago, I wrote that PINK had arrived as a way of bringing healing; now, as I paint over older canvases, I'm creating a series of works that I'm calling Abstract Prayers. Most feature bold, simple design and color that is sometimes harmonious and complementary, and sometimes jarringly ugly!

 

I've given these new works titles drawn randomly from my deck of Angel Cards, as they have become for me a kind of meditation tool. Sharing these is definitely risky. My co-dependent, people-pleasing self winces as I post images of them on Instagram. I can hear people say, "What are these odd things?"

 

If this period of blurry days has shown me, it's the truth in the truism, "This too shall pass ...." Already, as our local economy is re-opening, the early morning silence I've enjoyed so much has been shattered by the roar of the landscapers back at it with their leaf blowers. I'm glad they have the work; however, wouldn't it be nice if we weren't all so dependent on noisy machines? Oh well! I'm grateful I don't have to run the world today. Instead, I'll get busy doing what is mine to do at the easel. And, later on, maybe I'll fit some more pieces in the jigsaw puzzle I'm working on.

 

Thanks for letting me share my insides with you!

 

Please take good care,

 

Ellie

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4/17/2020 1:06:45 PM

Healing + Affordable = Joy Bird Prints

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My Dear Art Friend,

 

I have recently turned a few of my screens to the OFF position. Enough is enough! For 36 hours I have not obsessively checked my Facebook feeds or read Breaking News updates. And Roo has agreed not to discuss with me any Reports from the Visible World he's been privy to. Instead, I've retreated into the Invisible World where a healing art idea has half a chance to take seed!

 

Not doing FB or watching News made space for an extended yoga session yesterday. As it happened, in the middle of a nice stretch, I enjoyed an inspired moment that led to some Very Constructive Action. I've been making some paintings in the past few weeks that are filled with healing intention. But, alas, no one but me and Spotty can see them up close and personal. How could make these new works available to a wider audience at an affordable price?

 

For years fans have asked if I make prints of my work; I've explained how I would only make prints of paintings I had sold. Even then, I'm a painter—publishing prints is not really my thing. Now, however, seems different. The paintings of the past 6-8 weeks have all been a creative response to the COVID-19 global pandemic. They are filled with color and images related to the healing of the deeper causes of this crisis. And, for reasons unknown to me, the color PINK has emerged as a dominant theme. I want lots of people to see these healing images!

 

During that nice yoga stretch, a little birdie in my brain reminded me of an online, full service print-making option that makes excellent quality prints at very affordable prices. (I used it once before for a special order and was extremely pleased!) As a customer, you can select the size print you want, a variety of surfaces—paper, canvas, etc.—on which you'd like the print to be made; and, if you want, you can also order the image as greeting cards, pillows, tote bags and other merchy stuff.

 

While I will always recommend you do eventually splurge to buy an original painting—nothing beats their vibrancy, color and energy—I believe you won't go wrong treating yourself to a collection of these joyful birds prints, especially now.

 

There are currently two collections available at Fine Art America that you can order for shipment direct to your home. Each collection contains 4 detail images based on the painting "Lightness of Being" and the other on "The Healing Power of Joy" (see above) that I completed this week. These detail paintings will work great as a grouping of smaller sizes—my fave is 12 x 12 inches—so even if you created a group of 3 or 4 they wouldn't require a huge amount of wall space. I think these would make a beautiful, healing presence in a meditation corner, bedroom or even a bathroom. Or maybe you have another spot in mind  and your print collection could hold a place for the original painting you intend to purchase down the line.

 

In any case, please take a look and let me know what you think! Meanwhile, if you are feeling distressed by current events, try limiting your screen time. And filling it with beautiful art instead ....

 

May Lightness of Being bring joy and healing to you and our world!

 

Ellie

 

P.S. Keep checking in with my FAA listing. I have several more paintings I intend to create detail prints from. And please let me know if you have any print requests from my SOLD WORKS portfolio. If I can, I'll be glad to set you up with a high quality print.

 

 

 

 

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4/12/2020 12:52:19 PM

Easter Anyway!

Ellie Harold / Comment on this

 

My dear Art Friends,

 

Easter in Michigan can never be counted on to be the sunny experience I remember as a child in Georgia. While it's not snowing today, it's forecast for tomorrow. And, with a lot of other depressing news, you might wonder, Is there anything to celebrate this Easter Sunday?

 

As a former ICU R.N., the plight of today's front line health care workers is never far from my awareness. I know what it's like to work until you're exhausted, trying as hard as you know how to save the life of someone you were talking to only a few hours before, only to watch the person slip away despite your medical team's best efforts.

 

It's hard to keep your heart open in such circumstances. And, if you succeed, your heart is likely to be broken again and again. A cardiologist I worked with at the time told me I should get out of nursing because it would break my heart to stay in; however, that isn't why I left to pursue my calling to ministry. In fact, a part of me wanted my heart to be broken open. Like the Velveteen Rabbit, I wanted to become Real.

 

Much of my church ministry took place against the backdrop of the AIDS epidemic. A large portion of my congregants at Unity-Midtown were young gay men who were HIV+. I watched as, one by one, they became ill and died. Some were unable to let go of their anger at the seeming unfairness; but others, letting go of blame of self and others, saw in their situation an opportunity to discover and fulfill a purpose they hadn't recognized until they'd been diagnosed. These young men seemed determined to make the most of their remaining days.

 

I recall spending hours with one young man sharing with him Sacred Meditation. In his pre-illness days, Harry had been part of the lively, Elton John party scene in Atlanta. Now, still handsome in his increasingly frail state, he would relax into the meditation of shared presence and an hour later emerge radiant and peaceful. The closer he came to his end time, the more he reassured me that all was well. We even laughed about whether or not he'd be able to make his presence known at his memorial service. I was out of town when he passed, but I was told that a time came in the service when a very convincing breeze kicked up at just the right moment!

 

As an artist, I don't live so close to the life and death moments of other people to which both my former careers accustomed me. I'm older now, and even though I have more energy for life and work than ever before, I can count--68 is not 18! I have lived more chronological years in this body than I will live. And, yet, one thing I've noticed in the reality of my ever-growing closeness to my body's end and in this time of coronavirus lockdown--I'm only ever living today.

 

In living this day, there are inevitable hard moments when I am Jesus on the Cross. Life appears limited. My brush (husband, government ...) will not do what I think it should. But there are also moments in which I realize I am also the resurrected Christ--timeless moments of meditation, putting brush to canvas, or listening to beautiful music--moments in which my seemingly endless judgements stop and cynicism ceases, gracefully replaced by joy and gratitude.

 

When I woke up this morning, I used Dr. Deepak Chopra's Global Meditation to guide my spiritual practice. Then, I loaded up my Easter song. (Back during my church days, was doing church on Easter Sunday, I always made sure the music program included my favorite Gospel song, "O Happy Day.") Before I knew I was out of bed dancing, just like the Lord of the Dance come down off the Cross again.

 

No matter where this day finds you--in the midst of a crucifixion, working your way off a cross or, inexplicably, leaping for joy--my thoughts are with you this Easter Sunday. I hope you'll take some pleasure in viewing the paintings I've created in past couple of weeks. The one above (Spring!) and below, Lightness of Being, show how Pink Love continues to dominate my work in this period. May this love be a balm for your breaking heart today.

 

A Salutation to the Dawn

 

Look to this day!
For it is life, the very life of life.
In its brief course
Lie all the verities and realities of your existence:
The bliss of growth;
The glory of action;
The splendor of achievement;
For yesterday is but a dream,
And tomorrow is only a vision;
But today, well lived, makes every yesterday
a dream of happiness,
And every tomorrow a vision of hope.

 

--Anonymous

 

With my warmest wishes,

 

Ellie

 

 

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