I have a confession to make. An ironic one for a writer:
Sometimes, words aren’t enough.
One great gift my MA course has given me is the courage to experiment. As a result, I have discovered that I am visual poet, and sometimes a hybrid poet.
Visual poetry is poetry that needs to be seen. It uses layout, fonts, all sorts, to say or suggest more than the words alone do. We had the owner of Guillemot Press speak to us this week and they have some beautiful examples of this. Check out their website. https://www.guillemotpress.co.uk/ Start with Astra Papachristodoulou’s Constellations. https://www.astranaut.co.uk/ Or have a look at the wonderful https://www.poematlas.com/.
Hybrid poetry goes one further and mixes text with any art media. It’s a little like conceptual art, I suppose, and certainly blurs the lines between writer and artist, or in my case, craftist. Roger Wagner https://www.rogerwagner.co.uk/and Paul Hobbs https://www.arthobbs.com/conceptualare worth checking out. I love Wagner’s book The Nearer You Stand and Hobbs’s Sabbath Rest in particular.
My background, especially as an occupational therapist, is more in the craft side of art. So that’s what I use with my poetry. So far, I’ve combined words with paper weaving, quilting, sewing. But occupational therapy also emphasises purposeful activity so I branch out further from defined crafts, including jigsaws, genealogy, astronomy, recipes, even gardening. Whatever seems most appropriate to what I am trying to say.
I can see that sounds a little weird. It’s hard to explain in words. (Back to that theme!) You’ll have to come to the exhibition I’m hoping to hold.
I don’t pretend to be an artist. Art was a subject I struggled with at school. Looking back, I wonder if that was because it seemed aimed at those with natural talent. I was an adult before I realised there are actual techniques that can be learned.
So my newfound courage to experiment has also led to a decision to learn to draw. Just the basics. I bought a book called You Can Draw In 30 Days. And here, to my delight, are actual logical techniques and principles I can learn and apply. But the biggest lesson is how enjoyable it is as I see my skill improve, or find myself in that mindful place of ‘flow’ when I’m doing it, or producing recognisable objects on paper. I’ve even drawn the odd extra piece for myself after the set exercise.
Yesterday morning, having done an exercise on complex cylinders, I drew some of the many plants pots in our garden. Perched on a hillside in a steep sided river valley, I spent a long time trying to work out the direction the light was coming from. It’s easier when the sun is lower in the sky and reflections in wet paving don’t confuse the issue. The trick is to look which way the shadows are pointing.
Isn’t that a topsy-turvy idea? Shadows – the darkness cast by obstacles – point to the light. When I think about the pieces I’ve written (poems, a script, the beginning of a novel), much of my inspiration comes in hope found in or through dark times. Shadows pointing to the light.
It reminds me of the Leonard Cohen lyric: “There is a crack in everything/It’s where the light gets in.” Or another quote I read recently: “Jesus promised us a full life, not an easy one.”
When I draw, I notice how shading, and different depths of shading, makes an object look more 3D; how it reveals its shape, its fullness.
Maybe darkness isn’t something to be afraid of. If we use it to seek fullness and the light.