|Tarot box, whittled for me out of the back of an old drawer.|
|Thoth Tarot painted by Lady Frieda Harris.|
It is art that gives me this rush of bravery now. To create is to bring into being or form out of nothing. Knowing you can fail but still going into the unknown regardless. The artist is a pioneer in the space beyond language, stepping out of the metaphorical edge of the canvas and bringing "it" back. The fool is apart from the other cards, the joker in the pack. It is sometimes represented by a madman or a beggar. It is the only card that is unnumbered, being zero, or a circle that has no beginning and no end. This is said to symbolise that the fool is everyone in every place, energy that is always on the move and cannot be pinned down.
The word eccentric means "outside of the circle". The outsider, a social deviant, and often walks the line between genius and madness. Edith Sitwell described eccentrics as "entirely unafraid of and uninfluenced by the opinions and vagaries of the crowd." Maybe it is being outside the circle, or thinking outside the box, which enables a different perspective. Thus, allowing a holistic view of the world and insights on the human condition.
|Huang Shen, (1687----1768)|
I came across the term liminality, from the Latin for "threshold", meaning between two different existential planes. It is the state of being in between situations or conditions. A no-place or limbo, like the universe before the big bang, that although uncertain and frightening, is a rich ground for creativity. A place of initiation where the known identity and established structures dissolve. Within this chaos is the possibility of a new perspective. I love this idea of threshold people. Eccentric outsider artists ahead of their time.
Outsider art is art created by insane asylum inmates or people who live life as they see fit, not giving into external social pressures, such as Henry Darger, the reclusive American artist and writer.
|Self-portrait, "Subconscious". Oil on board. 12 x 15". 2011.|
"Fear not. What is not real, never was and never will be. What is real, always was and cannot be destroyed." Bhagavad Gita.
I used to be so afraid, but now I look back on the tumult of my life with a wry smile, then I paint.