Vessel is Broken
Emptiness leaks out
The vessel contains
And also releases
Filling and Emptying
Terre, Dange, Alice, Moni
I am fascinated by what can be achieved through working together via Zoom.
Each week we talk about our respective experiences of the past week, and the insights and offerings are fascinating. Terre is so gifted at holding space with strength and vulnerability. Being in different countries is no barrier to our shared and collective gathering. Separated by thousands of miles, our common ground is very close; our thoughts. interwoven. Distance is no barrier to love and friendship. Each of us shares what we have been working on, what we have been reading, thinking, feeling, doing. Steffi has been working on a series of wonderful nudes, me my varied commissions and self-devised projects, Monika, her tapestries and monsters from upcycled fabric, Terre her dynamic energetic paintings and Dange has surprised me the most with these incredible new alchemical, metaphysical paintings. I love them. There is something so otherworldly about them and she shares them with grace and humility. She says she’s not an artist. I disagree.
Seeing into these women’s worlds through the ingenuity of technology is like entering into five separate universes. Terre’s door bell rings and she answers the door, taking us with her in her to find two smoothies have been left on the doorstep, which she places in the fridge, shows us around her studio in northern California. She is wearing a red summer dress. Dange sits elegantly in her space near San Diego, in front of her latest rarefied painting. Steffi in Spain, surrounded by the fruits of her creative output, her ‘booby girls’ as she calls them, are going to FestiArte in Marbella. Monika sews while she sits in Lomita, California and talks and shows us her adorable felt ‘monsters’ and I swing the camera round to show my latest commission for a client in Germany underway here in Sussex, placed on the floor as it is larger than usual. A motorbike drives past someone’s house, although I don’t know whose house. The disembodied sound carries across cyberspace. We draw a card from a deck of Archetypes and it is The Vessel. Each week we do this and each week we write a six word piece of prose or poetry pertaining to the card. They are a montage and always work well together. Each week the card is uncannily resonant. For two weeks straight the Apocalypse card flew straight out as Terre shuffled. We laughed and weren’t surprised somehow. We wrote about it. One week, it was the Siren, and I knew it would be. The cards have been getting gentler recently. The doorbell rings again and it is a woman asking if some smoothies have been delivered to the wrong house. I laugh and say, it’s lucky you didn’t drink them. I imagine I would have. I think it’s amazing that smoothies can be delivered to your door in America. That doesn’t happen where I live.