Transitions
States of liminality. Think of how many transitions you go through in one day, let alone a lifetime of being in your skin.
Moving from day to night. Sleep state to awake. Seasonal transitions. Childhood, puberty, adulthood, and elderhood. Emotional transitions such as anger to calm. Transitions involving death, trauma, illness and family.
During these transitions, do you ever feel as though you are experiencing a dreamlike or delusional state while awake? Or as if you are living as someone else? Would you describe that altered state as disquieting, peaceful, arduous, or otherworldly?
The Disquieting State of Flux
Levitating in a state of flux is not a preferred position, usually. Safety and comfort are top of mind. Understandable in a world of constant upheaval and change, but unrealistic 100% of the time. And one thing history demonstrates is that the world has always been in a state of some chaos.
When visiting a German concentration camp for the first time in 1985, I felt as if I were in an altered state of reality. My senses took me to another time when that space was not at all eerily quiet as it was in 1985. It was instead chaotic and alarming. I could literally smell the death and despair. The experience was an uncomfortable transition from what I considered my reality to that of a perilous time in history.
I levitate back to that perilous time and feel the intensity in my bones. Having visited numerous concentration camps since, I still feel that same intensity of all that came before me.
Anyplace that has experienced conflict has residual feelings of instability. But that state of liminality or transition grounds me in a sort of reimagined reality. I consider this a positive experience, one that exercises my levels of empathy and compassion for humanity.
Living an altered experience is how I often feel, more so in the past than now. I will ask myself, "Is this really happening to me, or is it my imagination playing tricks?"
These encounters can be described as floating above some bizarre, superficial reality set up by a society that does not seem in sync with what is happening on the ground.
Could it be that I am not in touch with my body and soul? Or does it mean just the opposite, that I am totally in sync, realizing I am transitioning with the will of the wind?
My Studio and Liminality
My studio is a liminal space. I transition in and out of my conscious and subconscious states of mind. The only tangible is the physicality of creating marks on the surface and what transfers from my headspace to the canvas. There is little that is finite and determined during this creative process.
It is always in a state of flux, even when I declare a piece complete. My decision to move on to another work is fraught with both discomfort and excitement.
When declaring a piece finished, I ponder whether the composition will be helped by adding or subtracting any other elements? With abstracted work, the answer is less clear. Adding the intuitive component to my work makes it even more abstract and liminal, so to speak.
Abstract art is just that, abstract. Void of concrete realities, specific objects, or actual instances. Sounds like life in general to me. Art imitating life, life imitating art.
Expectations and the State of Liminality
Rarely do I consider my life set in stone or too comfortable. Because whenever I have, it has turned on me. Not consistently negative, just not what I had expected.
Allowing for liminality within our internal psyche creates an ability to adapt without a lot of drama. The key is to lower our expectations so we can flow with what comes because those expectations are limiting.
For example, if I don't like the direction my painting is taking, I either change it completely or work on something else. Or if I’m writing a story that’s just sitting in limbo, I walk away for sometimes days. Giving my mind time to wander or ponder other items of interest. When I reimagine my expectations, regardless of what I’m working on, opportunities arise that I had ’t considered.
A piece of advice I give artists and my college students is, "If you are ‘in love’ with one section of your composition but the rest of the piece is suffering, you probably need to rethink the whole work."
It becomes vital to transition from one threshold to another by not holding on to those possessions and beliefs that put our state of mind in chains.
Death and the Threshold We Levitate
When my father passed away, I had certain unrealistic expectations of my mother. My parents had been together for almost fifty years, so I knew she would grieve intensely. But because I had always thought of my mother as a strong, independent woman, I felt she would be able to move forward.
She did grieve in a silent, prolonged manner and seemed to be doing little to help herself through that time. This was my opinion, and it was based on the blinders I was unconsciously wearing.
There was probably guilt and regret, transitional feelings we all encounter when we lose someone close. Why them and not me? Not to mention a finality that strikes a heavy blow, from which many do not recover.
Admittedly, and for a long time, I was disappointed that she was not picking up her life and living it. Well...those were my expectations. Not hers. I was disregarding the fact that my father had been by my mother's side for her entire adult life.
It took me a while to pause and reflect on my own liminality regarding her state of mind and being. I have learned to meet her where she is, showing empathy and listening, going with her flow while discovering my own.
Attempting to control one another or pushing our agenda on others unwilling to accept is naive. But that was me in this situation.
I have learned not to force what is not meant to be.
Adapting to the Flux
Adapting came early for me as I dealt with my oversensitivity and self-consciousness as a young person. My persona adapted, but my internal self suffered plenty of physical and emotional trauma. I learned to hide it.
Not well-adaptive behavior, but I see it now as the necessary shift it was toward learning more positive strategies.
If you can adapt to fluctuating circumstances, you can begin to see the forest for the trees, but not miss the trees. You see it all because you’ve pushed your expectations to the side. You have enough experience to know that what happens will happen and that you will be able to deal with it.
There is a level of self-confidence that comes into play, which no one can really alter or take away. It is just like learning or gaining knowledge. Once you have it, no one person or persons can take it away from you.
It is truly liberating to feel that kind of courage.
Every day, I am thankful for what I have gone through. I have regrets, but only to the extent that I realize the lessons within them. Learning to live in liminality.
Image: Landscape Stratums, 12" x 12" acrylic on canvas
This image has undergone several transformations. The base image was too superficial, lacking sufficient depth in meaning or visual elements. It was one of those works that wanted me to do more, but I had to come to the realization first—an example of the dialogues that occur between my work and my psyche. The strata in this work represent those liminal transitions we experience consciously and subconsciously every day.
Thanks for reading Debra. There are always new ways of looking at the world if we are open to it. I am awestruck by what I continue to learn. 😊 Michelle
Nice perspective. Thanks.