We all carry within us our places of exile, our crimes, and our ravages. But our task is not to unleash them on the world; it is to fight them in ourselves and in others.
—Albert Camus
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I have written about and showed a number of the pieces from my early Exiles series here on this blog. It was a very important group of work for me in that it was the first real break towards forming my own voice, creating and displaying work that was emotional for myself. It was also the work that spawned my first solo show in early 1997.
The inspiration for this work was mainly drawn from the experience of watching my mother suffer and die from lung cancer over a short five or six month period in 1995. Her short and awful struggle was hard to witness, leaving me with a deep sense of helplessness as I could only wish that there was a way in which I could somehow alleviate her pain. Most of the work deals with figures who are in some form of retrospection or prayer, wishing for an end to their own suffering.
But another part of this work was drawn from my own feelings of emotional exile, a feeling of estrangement in almost every situation. I had spent the better part of my life to that point as though I didn’t belong anywhere, always on the outside viewing the world around me as a stranger in a strange land, to borrow the words of that most famous biblical exile, Moses. These figures were manifestations of that sense of inner exile that I carried with me.
Little did I know that these very figures would help me find a way out of this exile. With their creation came a sense of confidence and trust in the power of my self-revelation. I could now see that the path from the hinterlands of my exile was not in drawing my emotions more and more inward, allowing no one to see. No, the path to a reunion with the world was through pouring this emotion onto the surface of paper or canvas for all to see.
This is hard to write and I am struggling with it as I sit here this morning. I started writing this because I had been reconsidering revisiting this series, creating a new generation of Exiles. But in pondering this idea I realized that the biggest obstacle was in the fact that I no longer felt so much a stranger in a strange land. I no longer felt like the Exile, no longer lived every moment with these figures. It turned out that they were guides for me, leading me back to the world to which I now feel somewhat connected, thanks to my work.
If there is to be a new series, they will most likely not be Exiles.
The piece shown here, Quartet, is one of my favorites, a grouping of four figures. You may not see it in these figures but the visual influence for this work were the carvings found on Mayan ruins of Mexico and Central America. I myself see this mainly in the figure at the bottom right.
If the exiles were guides leading you out of exile and back into the world, maybe now you should have a spirit guide to lead you further along your path of self exploration. Many Native American tribes believe in the concept that a totemic spirit (anima) will come to them and that it will assume the guise of an animal or bird so that it can interact in this “plane.” Part of the process of becoming a functioning, adult member of the tribe involves the seeking for and discovery through introspection and meditation, the form one’s spirit guide has assumed, which is unique and personal to each individual. It is the function of the spirit guide to help one work through problems one encounters, and to give insights that help one determine the best course of action.
I had not thought of this in these terms before but I have come to consider the Red Tree as a totemic spirit guide of sorts. It began appearing in my work a few years after the Exiles and took their place, guiding me in the years since while displaying the attributes that I desire to take on as my own– patience and stoicism and strength.
Isn’t it quite the experience, to look back over our lives and suddenly realize that we aren’t the people we once were? There was a time in my life when I was utterly miserable, or at least seriously confused and uncertain about which path in life I should take. Today? I know that was me, at least intellectually. I can call up the memories of this experience and that, but it’s as though the memories have been utterly drained of emotion. The experiences might belong to someone else.
It’s not that I’ve repressed the past, or any of those other little tricks the psychologists tell us about. It’s just that I’ve changed, and am quite a different person. I love how that can happen, often without our even realizing it, until we take a look back and say, “Oh! Well, look at that.”
It is quite an experience and one with which I am very familiar. I often view parts of my earlier life with a detachment as though I am examining the life events of some other person, someone I am only familiar with. Our evolution through the years is an amazing trek.
Beautifully written Gary.
Lin
Linda Gardner Director/ Owner
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