I tapped into a teenage part of me whilst painting dots. I was feeling lonely. One of the things I love about painting is the meditative aspect. I can sit and be aware of thoughts, feelings and sensations without the need to act on them because I’ve dedicated myself to the task of painting dots. I first became aware of this choice in relation to thoughts when I painted Constellation in 2009. It was a revelation! I don’t have to act out every thought and impulse!
Words Judge Feelings
As I sat painting dots I was aware of a deep ache in my chest and the words, “oh my god, I’m so lonely!” that disconnected me from the feeling. The words judge the feeling as bad. The words have a tone and a voice that is teenage. I recognise the feeling as a yearning for love and connection with one parent who is unable to and a longing for the other parent who checked out of this life long ago. That yearning has sadness at its edges and a deep well of despair. But I couldn’t feel it with those words commenting on the experience; those words distract from feeling. That’s what I did as a teenager alone in my room. I wrote words of despair over and over in my diary until I wanted to sink into deep, dark oblivion to make the pain go away. This is not the way.
Compassion Makes You Feel Better
Recognising the voice and words as distracting, I continued to sit painting dots and noticing the lonely feeling as it ebbed and flowed. The teenage voice attached itself to the feeling as it surged and I thought, ‘yes, no wonder you feel so lonely. It makes sense given the lack of care from your family,’ with my compassionate core. I cried then. I felt better after.
Our Parts Need to Be Heard and Acknowledged
This feeling had been building for a while, triggered by various events and people in the previous week or so. The teenage part needed to be heard and acknowledged. I wrote a poem in my creative writing group a few days before sitting with the lonely feeling. It contains a whisper of the foreshadowed loneliness.
Finding the way.
Mapping the territory in my head.
Walking it out.
I begin to know the ground,
My connection forms.
We connect in non-verbal ways.
My feet touch.
My face feels.
My ears breathe in the sounds of
In new places it’s hard to breathe sometimes.
Overwhelm of senses,
People and dogs say, ‘good morning,’
and I beam at them
grateful for the normal interaction,
and lonely at my aloneness.
People are kind,
filling up my water bottle.
I realise the interdependence,
which cannot be forced into capitalist games;
kindness does not fit in these.
Finding my ways
systems making life easier,
satisfying the tick list part of me,
making me feel safe,
known to myself.
maybe I have a base
from which to explore,
as I tread lightly upon it.
Finding my ways
with people who have needs, like me.
I listen to their stories,
honoured to hear them.
They share their dramas
and their joys.
There are so many ways of living.
I learn from them.
They are beautiful,
like the land.
Easy Way to Own Art
Below are some photos of the dots painting in progress. It’s called Square Dots #4. If you’re interested in buying Square Dots #4 when it’s finished, feel free to contact me to ask about the price; there’s no obligation to buy and we can set up an instalment payment plan if that makes it easier. Alternatively, if you’d like to commission a piece and you have specific colours you’d like me to work with, reach out to me and we can talk about it.