Thoughts on Art: How It Feels To Give Birth

My daughter was born the day before my 27-week prenatal check-up.  Her father noticed at 1:00 AM in a hotel room on Airline Highway in New Orleans that I was literally crawling to the bathroom every half hour because, I said, I had to pee.

"No, you are not having that baby now," he muttered into his pillow. But I did.

I went by ambulance to Charity Hospital, got stuck with a needle, and held the nurse's hand so she could tell me when to push because I was no longer feeling contractions. By 3:00 AM, Baby Yaya slid out and screamed at the world - not fearful, but annoyed. She was cold and wanted people to stop messing with her. She's still that way.

I knew she would be okay despite being early; that she was a complete entity of her own, not a part of me. I was just the vessel.

There's a moment like that in the creative process, if I'm lucky. Sometimes I'm focusing so hard on the details of my work that I am absolutely dumbfounded by the final product; I have no idea where it came from. This jar of glow is one of those moments. 

The subconscious is working constantly, sifting through data to compile resolution. When it comes up with a theory, the subconscious wants to tell you, but it doesn't speak the same language as the conscious does. Subconscious starts throwing symbols at you, trying to get its point across. Like a mime. This is the phenomenon writers mean when they say the characters take over the story. Because the author is literally building a world, the subconscious can use the characters as symbols to frame the data it has collected about human nature. 

When drawing a mason jar, one should be drinking from same.
I was sleeping on the sofa at Abbey's house when my brain presented a very specific image:  a ball mason jar in the dark, with its shoulders reflecting light. I love the subtle refraction of darkness, so I was unsurprised by the lovely image. I was surprised when I went back to sleep and my brain presented the image again, so strongly it woke me up. Not to be deterred from an excellent nap (especially since the bird was also napping) I closed my eyes again, and saw the same thing. This time I got up off the sofa and tried to replicate the image with an actual mason jar on the counter. 

Fireflies in jars are an integral part of childhood memories for my generation, possibly for everyone's. Again I was unsurprised when my brain told me there were lightning bugs - specifically two - in the picture. The internet provided me with several photos of bugs in flight, but my brain told me immediately which were the right references for my project. While I practiced on scratchboard, drawing fireflies that didn't look like grasshoppers, my brain informed me that it would be really badass if there were also a nuclear power plant in the bottom of the jar; because this is our world. 

There's an imminent danger lurking in the bottom of what we find nostalgic.

Further Reading:

Charity Hospital New Orleans
Charity Hospital is a time-honored tradition within the tradition of NOLA. These pictures bring back memories for me that are interesting, not horrible.
photo by Diane MacQueen Gary, 2019


Comments

  1. My subconscious only says "It's time for dessert!", so my writing is merely a reflection of the conscious thoughts crashing into each other and the sides of my awareness, as billiard balls in zero G and a rubber room. Enough leaks out that I can enjoy the results, and laugh!

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Please comment. Just Don't be a dick. Please subscribe to this blog. Email confirmation will be sent - please verify your decision to receive my validations.

Popular posts from this blog

UPdate on Things: Coyote the Trickster, aka Remember That Time I said I wasn't gonna blog today?

I Can't Follow You

Your Uniform vs. Nobody Should Put Deb In Charge

"Based on Actual Events" - Memory vs. Reality in Writing

Pragmatism vs. Obsession, aka Finding Ways to Better Self-serve

On Being Part of a Venn Diagram vs. Being an Artist

We Are No Longer Other - Redefine America as a Teenage Girl

Clarity vs. The Ewing Way

Yes We Did vs. Make America Great Again (Systemic Narcissism is a Thing)