Just wanted to pause, reflect and give thanks for 2020. We’ve all experienced loss, whether that be loved ones to Covid, employment worries, hardships or a sense of isolation.
I can say without a shadow of a doubt, I’ve learnt more about myself this year than any other year I’ve been alive.
Creative output in terms of live performance has been scarce this year. Whilst rites and private rituals have taken place in outdoor scapes, the main focus has been on processing the last 3 years of notes, scribblings, references and emotions which now forms a workable manuscript. Part of my process is dipping into this body of work and finding resonances which connect to the present moment; which gestate and usually build into larger pieces, whether that be visual or coded poetics, stories or abstracts.
One such experiment took it’s starting point at the end of a Chinese brush with a drop of sumi ink, back in July.
I’m thankful to The Ascender magazine which published these calligraphic plays in their Winter edition, which popped through the post last week!
Looking forward to journeying into 2021. A calligraphy exhibition deadline will keep me focused for the first part of the year, as too my ongoing dialogues & collaborations with Lizzey Joy Ross, Martin Christie & Eileen Alanna.
Gratitude also to Tom Wood for the 12m square Raj Blend garden, Carl Mills for creating my new website at the start of this year and to John Robertson-Dwyer/Josh Dwyer and the artists in residence at Vortex Gallery for creating a safe and enjoyable work space.
I’ll sign off by wishing you all a Happy & Healthy Winter Solstice!
Claire, Kobi & Silver (X)
Extracts from one of my favourite Persian poets, Hafez (1315-1390) for Winter Solstice (2020)
Love sometimes wants to do us a great favour: hold us upside down and shakes all the nonsense out.
The sun never says to the earth, “You owe me.”
Look what happens with a love like that. It lights up the whole sky.
I wish I could show you when you are in darkness the astonishing light of your own being.
How did the rose ever open its heart and give to this world all of its beauty?
It felt the encouragement of Light against its being; otherwise we all remain too frightened.
Do you know how beautiful you are?
I think not, my dear.
For as you talk of God,
I see great parades with wildly colorful bands
streaming from your mind and heart,
carrying wonderful and secret messages
to every corner of this world.
I see saints bowing in the mountains
hundreds of miles away
to the wonder of sounds
that break into light
from your most common words.
Don’t surrender your loneliness so quickly. Let it cut you more deep.
Let it ferment and season you as few humans and even divine ingredients can.
Something missing in my heart tonight has made my eyes so soft, my voice so tender…
There are different wells within your heart.
Some fill with each good rain, Others are far too deep for that.
I caught the happy virus last night, when I was out singing beneath the stars.
It is remarkably contagious – So kiss me.