Jon and I were talking about words and writing and yesterday I realized that I’ve been feeling more confident about using words in my work. The words have been stronger and more legible. They used to blend into the images, almost as decoration, now they are as visible and as important as the images themselves.
I wanted to make a piece showing this and the phrase I found my voice in freedom and words came to me. Because this is what it’s really about, me finding my voice and believing it’s important enough or worthy of being heard.
So this morning in meditation I had a vision of a vast landscape with miles of fabric flapping in the wind and the letters of the alphabet (all in different colors like the plastic magnet letters I had as a kid) came falling out of the sky into my mouth.
I couldn’t wait to get to my studio. I stitched the goddess standing on her tree stump opening her mouth to be filled with letters to be made into words. ( or are the letters coming from her mouth) And when I got done with the letters and the words I didn’t know what to do. It seemed like it should have been a collage because I had all this empty space. So I filled in the space with, well… stuff. And the stuff has nothing to do with the piece. (really, what’s with the boats?)
When I showed it to Jon he said ” Where are the words?”
Somehow I had done it again. The falling letters are there and the phrase (which is just right) is there, but they get lost in the “stuff”. The “stuff” shouldn’t be stuff, it should be words. And the words should be what I want to say. “Listen to me, my words are important, I have something to say, I am here! I exist! I finally found my voice and I will be heard! You can’t ignore me anymore! Etc!
So tomorrow I’ll try again to make those letters into words. Strong words that shout, not cower and hide.