Ritual

The green ones have come from the other world, tipsy like the breeze up to some foolishness…

—Rumi

As I was assembling this seasonal altar in the forest yesterday, I had a strong flash of body memory from when I was a kid. I had a book about a little girl who made furniture for faeries… I don’t really remember what the story was, but I remember the bodied feeling of enchantment specific to that story. Now there’s a whole new story to be stitched together from the gossamer threads of this breezy forest interlude. In the mix is a seam linking old Irish faerie lore and Rumi’s mention of ‘the other world’.

“Inhabited space transcends geometric space” //Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space 1958.

The virtual space, while geometrically awkward for the body, is inhabited.

These are some of my self-reflective notebook pages from Creative Resilience, an online studio I’ve been co-facilitating in recent months in partnership with McClelland Sculpture Park + Gallery >>

Triad

Triad

Seed (Fire)

Seed (Fire)