Hi friends,

Things have been moulting. Leaves shedding in their customary dance of death or birth depending on how you see it. I’ve just finished 36 turns around the sun last week. For some reason 36 was a number that was immutable in my mind in terms of where I “should” be in my life. A picture was clear, even though I didn’t draw it myself. Having gotten here, with none of the things I thought I would have but having all the things I could not even imagine having - seems to have broken some kind of spell. The spell of societal expectations, or any programs that I don’t truly believe in seems to be dispersing.

In the age of social media, even “authenticity” is commodified. But truly every year, and especially this one it feels like I am peeling back yet another layer to meet my authentic self. I have been painting - for hours, I paint in silence, I meet my body and my heart and leave my mind out of the room. Shedding skin is not an intellectual act.

I came across this poem by Harryette Mullen that could not be more perfect for this moment in time. With the events of last few years, I know a lot of us are feeling a bigger shift already here, or just about arriving.

Shedding Skin

by Harryette Mullen

Pulling out of the old scarred skin
(old rough thing I don't need now
I strip off
slip out of
leave behind)

I slough off deadscales
flick skinflakes to the ground

Shedding toughness
peeling layers down
to vulnerable stuff

And I'm blinking off old eyelids
for a new way of seeing

By the rock I rub against
I'm going to be tender again

As a birthday present to myself, I promised to show up for myself, and embrace the inner artist I’ve been slowly awakening. As of this week, I’ve launched my own art studio practice with the release of 36 artworks (one for each year I spent sidelining my creativity), to help me heal and focus my time doing what truly expands and nourishes me.

The artworks include original oils and acrylics on canvas, museum grade giclée prints and originals on paper. Hop over to my website to to take a look – I hope at the very least it offers some inspiration.

x

sana

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x

sana

Found poems

Issue 45, Shedding Skin by Harryette Mullen