Showcasing the creations that were made during CREATIVE CONVERSATIONS Pen Pals Project Session #6 ~ From June. 13th to June. 26th 2021.
With only 24 to 48 hours as the turnaround goal for each piece, Creatives challenged themselves to create in a quick timeframe using their Match’s piece for inspiration.
Creatives participants were matched in a back-and–forth creative expression for two weeks. The prompt for this Round was ‘Over The Moon,’ and all interpretations of this & anything in-between.
The Creative Pen Pal journey reveals much more than artistic pieces alone ~ This experience can be a tool for self-reflection. Shared experiences and friendships blossom along the way. Like connecting with a great piece of art, connecting with a new person can be daring, frustrating, surprising, comforting, and awakening.
For professional or emerging artists, this project serves as an exciting chance to develop and expand in their artistic discipline or to try a new medium.
For others, having a Creative Pen Pal is a much-needed break from the social isolation that the COVID-19 social distancing restrictions have been imposing.
Either way, taking part in an online social activity group has many benefits, including increased well-being and social connections.
For many, it’s an exercise in personal growth ~ trusting strangers to contribute to a shared goal. Something beautiful begins to grow as the creative conversation takes on a life of its own and a new unspoken understanding and connection emerges.
All this culminates in a linear exhibit showcasing each unique conversation followed by an artist group chat over zoom. Creatives are encouraged to discuss their emotions and inspirations for each piece and their creative process. We share tips and advice about all things creative.
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I live on a farm near Hastings, Ontario about 3km from the north shore of Rice Lake.
I find 12 hours kind of a tight time-frame to come up with a painting, especially at this time of year when there is so much work to do outside. We have horses and there is no lack of chores–yesterday we spent hours fixing a fence.
I did find some inspiration for a poem.
Over The Moon
I am so over
the moon. I have watched it climb
the line of trees and take a stand
just out of reach; wished
on it, wailed at it, wondered
why it watches me. Clouds gallop
tonight, like ghostly wind-whipped beasts,
manes and tails dissolving
as they lash moon’s gloating face. Dark
grows pale; a silver veil drapes
around me, snares me with illusions.
It never lasts. This moon too will fade; become
a tilted apologetic grin fading west of here.
Why do I long for it to reappear?
I’m over the moon,
when the moon’s not over me.
7-C.O’DEA-Where mysteries lie
The poem that your picture conjured:
The bat and the owl fluttered over the wolf
who was staring off into the dark. They battered
the air with screeches and clicks, but the bark
of wolf anger soon shattered their fun.
Owl perched on a limb, pretended to preen
while young bat hung below wrapped in featherless wings.
They watched as the wolf paced a circle or two,
sniffed the air, scratched his ear, shook his head, then sat down.
Just as the first silver beams of full moon
broke over the treetops, he stretched his head high.
From deep in his chest he summoned a howl
that frightened the bat, and startled the owl.
And then in the silvery silence that fell, in the distance,
an answering howl. The wolf perked his ears, smiled his smile
and stode off; the bat flew away. But the owl just focussed
his moon-shaped eyes, and stared at the shadows
where mysteries lie. He didn’t give a hoot
about anything else.
Liz Tessier, & Jessica Compton
1 E.TESSIER- Overit. Reflection: I played with the moon theme while watching patios open on my street.
The patios are open again
and the drunken parties
stumble my street, loud talking,
brazen with laughter,
as I linger the porch swing, silent.
There is a fit couples dressed
in tight white clothes,
With loud labels
sashaying hand in hand
as if it were over.
And most of us have had
one shot of death evading
elixir and I understand
how they feel the night
pull like a tidal force
tugging them toward each other.
All winter they have
scampered by in sweats
Carrying flat boxes
of pizza or donuts held
high like ceremonial paraphernalia
on taut arms down Locke,
with serious steps, intent.
But now they look to see
if you are watching as
they saunter or sit at small
tables tasting freedom.
The joy of it. The over
the moon woozy joy of it.
I admire their ability
To walk without gravity.
2- J. COMPTON- Over the Moon
The moon vibrates,
like unlimited data.
Not enough aware,
waiting, waiting & waiting,
for humans to awake.
3-E. TESSIER- Nocturne Reflection: I loved the bold white line and texture of the work. I was also inspired by Jessica’s website.
The moon was a chalk outline
on a crime scene sky.
The night rose in ridges, turbulent,
storm waves on an angry sea.
Afraid of the dark, the imposed,
the truce of daylight interrupted
with unspeakable impact
Riven by triggers I slept with lights.
I begin to reclaim the dark.
To allow the body rest,
the vigilant mind to lay down
its defense and allow
the circadian rhythms of trust,
to eschew dead reckoning for
astrolabe, while navigating the
lunar lambent vagaries of relating.
5-E. TESSIER Reflection: I was reminded by the flame of something my son said and I decided to incorporate it as a metaphor for the responsibility of parenting.
Candles have memory,
my son said, If you burn them
for too short a time.
They will only burn as far as that
first crater leaving a wick in
a narrow hole.
I never had understood
The instructions for a first burn.
I have thrown out candles almost
impossible to light as the wick was
sunk in a narrow chamber.
We burn within the limits
we are given. A child learns
not to ask for help, not
to allow the searing heat
If you do not burn fully
as your true self
you will find yourself
losing your light,
by the confines
of the past.
6 -J. COMPTON-The Unperfect Flame
I haven’t played the guitar much during the pandemic.
But this responses to your piece
7-E.TESSIER- Comforts Reflection: I think we are both trying to say our upbringing affects but does not determine us and that art can be part of the healing process.
Jane Burns, AB & April Garrison, St.Catharines, ON
I want to make it over the moon but know I must first ground myself to the earth. I must centre myself in order to prepare for a journey that will lead me to the moon and beyond. I must know and trust in myself. I breathe in the stillness of the presence of God. I listen for he music of the spheres and thesublime messages bestowed by the Universe.
When I enter the green woodland, I go slow, am silent and use my own senses to connect with nature. I root myself to the earth’s fertile floor. I sense my feet in my shoes. I press my weight to the ground and roll back and forth from my toes to my heelsthen settle on a fixed but flexible position. I connect with myself. I am present in the moment and sense my inner being.
I bring my journal and my camera to take pictures and to capture my observations of deeply felt connections to the natural world. I see the struggles and challenges of elder trees and creatures, whose teachings instill crucial survival skills in the young of their species. I feel gratitude for the rain and sunlight that brings life, support and encouragement to all living things in the forest. The forest fungi nourish and interconnect the root systems, helping trees share and communicate with one another. The diversity of life brings strength and resilience to the balanced ecosystem as a whole. I relate this to myself and see that I am not an island or a rugged individual, rather sustained by the caring and cooperation of my social groups and community. The support and kindness I see in nature, such as birds flying in V-shaped formation to strengthen the weaker members, builds empathy for myself and others. I am able to heal myself through expression of love, compassion and forgiveness.
Then I stop in my tracks and stare at the forked tree directly in my path. In the wind, its two trunks move in different directions. Its gaping wound makes it vulnerable to breakage and collapse. Its life span in its current state is shortened. Eventually, only the stable half will remain standing. I can’t wait till that day comes, not only for the tree but for me.
By being present, grounding myself and using all my senses, the essence of my being becomes clear and strong. When I stand in my personhood, I am able to take in nature’s gentle teachings. I can love myself, love living, and love connection with others.Silent, slow and sensing, my empathy walk leads me to a clearing in the forest, a place of convergence of spiritual energy. And as the sky darkens, the moon becomes visible overhead. It is the summer solstice, the most daylight hours of the year and the highest point of the sun. As the moon sneaks into view above the glade, I stand in my truth. My thoughts do not fly everywhere on a multitude of tracks. I engage in a healthy dream of travelling to the moon, a dream grounded in my realityand respectful of my divine essence. Not only can I reach it to the moon, but I can get over the moon too.