The Virtues of a Virtual Life

One thing I can say for this Corona virus is that it has brought out such inventiveness, generosity and inspiration from the world as we all struggle with how to get through the fear and isolation of this thing. 

Musician friends are going live on social media, artist friends are doing art classes, and yoga friends are offering sessions to ease the stress.

This morning, I walked by a drawing I made a few weeks ago and tried to see how it figured into these strange days.
I sat down and read a little book of daily thoughts that I read before I write in my journal. The quote for today’s page was perfect. It was by Albert Einstein:
“The intellect has little to do on the road to discovery. There comes a leap in consciousness, call it intuition or what you will, and the solution comes to you and you don’t know how or why”.
“…a leap in consciousness…” is a perfect description of the creative process.

The feel of a breeze can turn into a dance; the rain becomes a rhythm, a conversation into the lyrics of a song. When I draw for myself I mostly draw without preconceived thought. I might start with a line, a pattern, or an inkblot and see where that takes me.

Corona Spring ©Janice Fried 2020

20/20 Vision

As the heavy brocade curtain opens on this new year, I feel urged to write a new blogpost, but do I focus on the past year or the incoming year?

This new year is one that purports perfect vision by its numerical date although it’s already starting to skew off to an optical illusion that even my new pair of glasses can’t adjust to…both personally and globally.

Last year was hard but I spent it switching creative gears from working on paper to stitching on fabric. I ripped instead of cut and let the edges fray; frayed edges seemed appropriate for my small world and the world at large.

I see 2020 as a continuation of this textile exploration where words like, repair, alteration and mend, take on special meanings; meanings that apply to my attempt to live mindfully, one day at a time…one stitch at a time.

©janice fried 2020

Little Squares of Joy

I have always had a tendency towards pareidolia, which is when you see faces in inanimate things. One of my favorite things to do when I am feeling stuck creatively is to drop ink or watercolor on wet paper and find images within. Another creative game I play is when I am a passenger in a moving car, I allow my pen to sit loosely in my opposite hand and see how the pen interprets the drive into squiggly lines in my sketchbook. I then later look at it and find some face or figure hidden within the inked brambles of the lines.

I have done a few quilts in the past and have amassed several boxes of beautiful fabric. Lately, I have found myself craving to work with that fabric and thanks to a Facebook group called “Stitch Meditations”, I have finally begun. It feels like a natural extension of my mixed media work. I’ve been working small for the moment; 4”x4” squares torn from an old fabric shower curtain. This shower curtain was white with large light blue mandalas on it.

I then use my pareidolia to search the section of the mandala until I see something emerge. I do a quick sketch on the square and start stitching adding embroidery and fabric scraps as I would with a paper collage.

Janice Fried ©2019

 

Right now, I am enjoying the process for what it is rather than what they might eventually become.

Right now, they are bringing me joy and isn’t that what’s important?

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Que será será

I try not to engage in woe is me nor do I raise my fists to the heavens in anger.

People say I am strong but I just try to remain steady by going about my life one day at a time. Sometimes one hour at a time.

I leave it in the hands of the mighty Que será será…whatever will be will be.

Call it my version of a power greater than myself.

It is very hard to watch people you love keep falling down; you have to keep reminding yourself that you can’t be the one to get them up. They have to stand up on their own. You can love them, stay close and encourage but that’s all you can do.

Surrender can seem like giving up but for me it’s more like acceptance of a situation in which I have no control.

Wave the white flag and then wrap myself in it. Cease resistance.

And so I say: (God) Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change.
The courage to change the things I can.
And the wisdom to know the difference.

©janice fried 2018

I surrender, Que será será.

Here’s to a new year of hope and best intentions.

 

Wabi Sabi Mommy

My mom sees beauty in rust. She has collected rusted bottle caps in jars and bigger pieces of lacy rust in her studio for use in her collages. Her collages always inspired and influenced me.

When I was younger, she had my brother and I well trained to keep an eye out for some ancient rust for her collection; her version of Wabi Sabi, the Japanese word that reminds us to embrace the passing of time and recognize the beauty in the cycle of life. I still look to the ground when I am taking a walk. My version of a treasure hunt. I have my own rust collection now.

A once shiny metal object which is lovely in it’s own right turns brown and orange and mottled by time and weather, something someone might kick aside as garbage or ignore completely.

Alchemy ©Janice Fried 2018

And so for Mother’s Day, I honor my mother for her eye for the visually imperfect, the discarded and the artistic jewel on the side of the road.  She is an artist and an alchemist turning rust into gold and revealing how beautiful aging can be.

 

Tikkun Olam

 

Tikkun Olam means to repair the world and 2017 felt like we were coming apart at the seams.

As trying as this year has been both personally and globally I have to believe there is still a chance for a more lasting repair…. one stitch at a time.

Peace and strength and love, good health and well being to all of you for the new year.

Janice Fried ©2017

Happy Halloween 2017

“Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?”

Edgar A. Poe  1849

 

March 25th, 1911

Today marks the 106^th anniversary of The Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire.

146 people lost their lives that day…most of them young, hardworking, Jewish and Italian immigrant women.

Many of them were named “Rose”.

This image was created in their memory.

©Janice Fried 2017  In Memory of The Roses

 

 

Letting Go of Fear

More and more I am seeing how often fear motivates our actions.Fear of change, fear of failure, fear of the unknown, fear of strangers, fear of success, fear of not fitting in, fear of finding out who we really are.

Fear can stop us in our tracks and lead us to inertia.  It can also cause us to make all kinds of excuses as well as making certain decisions based around those fears.

This election brought about a whole new range of fears for me.

I began writing this post about letting go of fear weeks before the events of November 8th with the original thought of confronting my fear of getting back into illustration as a career. That particular fear seems somewhat insignificant now and yet there have been many calls for artists to lift their pencils and brushes and writers and poets to lift their pens and musicians to lift their voices and instruments in response to the fear this election has caused.

My artwork has never been political or particularly angry or dark but these feel like angry and dark times and I do feel afraid. It’s a global fear. Fear for and of my fellow humans, fear for the earth we live on, fear of things we might lose, fear for those who are so vulnerable.

I haven’t yet found the visual language to express those fears so at the moment I am still unable to respond creatively.

This image was done for one of the card decks that I illustrated for Hay House Publishers some time ago called “Wisdom for Healing”. The title of this image is “Let Go of Fear”.

©Janice Fried 

Thirty-Six

One of the local galleries where I occasionally show my work is called Nails in the Wall. It is in a lovely church and the themes for the shows are spiritually focused. The current show that I’m in is called “Saints Among Us.” For this show I was asked to speak about my piece and so I thought I’d reprint some of my talk here:

I was intrigued by the idea of visually representing “Saints Among Us” so I googled the phrase to see what came up. I discovered the term “Tzadik Nistar” which was a concept in Judaism, which I wasn’t familiar with.

The Hebrew word, Tzadik/tzadekket means a righteous person (For a male it is a tzadik for a female, tzadekket.) Nistar means “hidden”. It is also where the word “Tzedakah” comes from. “Tzedakah” means charity.

According to what I’ve read the concept of “Tzadik Nistar” began with the Babylonian Talmud (Jewish law), which says that there are no less than 36 people who walk among us anonymously at any given time on earth helping to keep the world safe from destruction by their good deeds.  Although these are humble people who are not aware of their special status, one of these 36 is thought to be “The Messiah”.

There are many interpretations as to why the number 36 is significant. Some think there is an astrological basis for 36 but Jewish mysticism or Kabbalah gives significance to letters by assigning them a number. The number 36 is twice 18 and 18 is the number that represents the letter “chai”. The word “Chai” translates to “life” but there are many other interpretations as to where the number 36 came from regarding these hidden saints.

I chose to do my image in a somewhat different style for this show. It is done primarily in graphite, which I rubbed into the paper. I then pulled out highlights using an eraser, which I thought gave an feeling of other unknown saints hidden among us. I added small collage elements and limited the color to touches of yellow and blue.