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Coloring Our World with Love and Light by Hayden Michelle

“You Bring Light and Love to the World”, (11 x 29 x 3 in ), encaustic mixed media, 2020

Made to honor my brother and his husband for their role in my life and that of many others, this sculpture reflects the vibrance, courage, and tenacity they have shown over the past 27 years as they have worked for fairness and equality for the LGBTQ community, in both their workplace and within their own community. Enlivened by their zest and love for life and adventure, which spreads beyond their own relationship, they have continued to break through barriers that have remained in our society for far too long.

Bart (brother-in-law, left) and Pete (brother, right)…

Throughout the decades spent together, they have committed to speaking up for the rights of others. Dedicating to years of intensive teamwork within a comprehensive task force in their shared workplace, they were directly involved in the procurement of domestic partner benefits for all employees in their business. I have been proud and privileged to witness this sense of courage, responsibility and commitment that has been generously extended to bring justice, compassion and equal rights for many, grateful that my young sons have grown up with these empowered role model uncles in their lives.

(When we were young! This is almost 3 decades, ago, and I was fresh out of social work school!)

They have quietly supported me and taught, by example, the power of acceptance (both self and others) and much, about love. Most recently, my brother-in-law accompanied me on my journey to Mayo Clinic in Minnesota this past January— a selfless offering, to say the least, as he endured 10 days that included major travel snafus and dozens of hours-long appointments (in many different buildings on a 3 mile campus!) during the coldest month of the year, while my beloved spouse and boys stayed home and carried on with lessons, work, and animal care, and my brother tended to work and care for their feline crew, creating a network of support across the miles. I benefited, immensely, from Bart’s upbeat energy and his willingness to keep positive perspective, which helped us, both, transform the many unexpected “adventures” (eventually) into good stories!

When stress gives way to delirious laughter and festive lights, all is well… (can’t recall which airport this was! (d/t zooming to the east coast to fly back, west, totaling 3 flights after direct flight was cancelled while waiting to board plane, extending our trip, there, by 12 hours, haha).

(Bart was (understandably!) proud of the binder he made to hold the ever-changing schedule of appointments, maps, notes, etc)— He helped me navigate so that I could focus on getting through :))..

I could not be more proud of them and grateful for all they have shared with me, beginning way back when I was first out of college and commuted to my hometown/city for work, staying with them during part of every week and sinking into evenings filled with connection, good food, nurturance, and of course, FUN! I could not be more thankful for their place in my life and in the world.

(27 years ago as we took a break from tree-trimming to model tinsel” wigs”, haha…)

This sculpture originated with macro photography of found butterfly and moth wings, some of which generously came from a many-decades-old collection from my oldest nature-loving brother, Greg. I was honored to be able to extend the life of these creatures, many of whome had wings that, sadly, became part of the food cycle for other insects while in storage.

Several were further interpreted with playful and exuberant coloring after they were printed onto textile, layered with wax, carved, cut, and shaped to form before coming together in a cloud of wings— one supporting the next, until they broke out of the bars (and during installation, in which I about lost my mind, haha, not realizing how challenging it would be to get a drill into those odd angles and tight spaces! Being an artist and having the ability to visualize in one’s mind does not always translate to being able to do that thing, in reality!!).

The wooden pieces came from an antique couch that had once been filled with straw and horse hair (and a black and white photograph of a woman sitting on that very couch!), wood long-since dilapidated and weathered from years of rain. I could not bear to burn the interesting fragments, wondering about all the conversations that were had on the cushions that lined the sturdy wooden hand-made frame… so many lives embodied in the items that live in our homes!

Pausing during yard work to create a bit of rustic composition— could not resist! ;)…

Recombining these remnants, whose original purpose was to provide rest and relaxation into space which refused to be complacent or contained, transforming the gaps between the curves and bars into space made sacred by the joining in solidarity for liberation and basic rights— an arena where working for the greater good to create momentum that would release them, all, made their pause in flight, worth the effort. As they make their way to my home state of Indiana to live with Pete and Bart, I hope the vibrant spectrum of freed wings will convey the privilege and gratitude that I feel in being part of their lives, providing further affirmation to fuel them as they continue bringing light and color to our world.

Thank you for sharing along in this piece of my journey… I am holding space for all as we continue to weather this challenging time of quarantine. I hope that you are all finding ways to stay well, connected, and filled with love and light, yourselves.

Last bit of color from Asters that grew on our bottomland… unexpected bright beauty!


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Spiral Gently (July 11, 2018) by Hayden Michelle

The other day I was awaiting news regarding a submission of artwork as part of a healing arts initiative by a local hospital network, one which I have been grateful to be included in previously.  I worked for weeks on new artwork to propose, and was even ahead of schedule in dropping it off to the location for jurying.  Anxious to hear if the work was accepted, I checked my email repeatedly (lol) for updates, as well as returned to reread the call for entry, realizing that it was actually the previous day in which notification was due.  

Hmmm.... not the best sign.  It took several moments for me to realize that in my focused efforts to get the work completed, framed, and dropped off before I had to leave town, that I completely forgot to submit my online paperwork (10 days previous).  UGH.  To say I was frustrated by this oversight would be an understatement, and I realized, yet again, that there was nothing else to do but breathe.  I took the dog out on the land and walked in the hot sun and bits of shade, seeking some outlet for this pent-up energy.  Still, feelings of disappointment and irritation remained, and I felt the pull of wanting to berate myself for this error.  I had ample opportunity to choose gentleness, instead, keeping perspective that this certainly was not life-impacting in any serious sort of way, and that I can reserve that energy for times when it will be needed.  I was aware of the tendency to self-criticize, and how long it has taken to not go to that place immediately (or at all).  

This is such a lifelong lesson that I also work on repeatedly with my children... that we can connect to our humanness and meet it compassionately-- and that this action not only makes us feel better, it makes it easier to extend to others when they need it.  I am not the best teacher, lol, this being a deeply entrenched habit, but I am coming along.  I did laugh at the small positives I could tell myself... that I was not dropping it off after speeding up there (hoping not to get behind a tractor) moments before the doors closed, that I created intentional work steeped in the energy of healing and calming, and that I will never repeat this mistake again, as once is quite enough.  Not exactly the outcome I was hoping for, but 'twas the best I could do...

"Renewal", (detail)

Working on the first piece was an experience in patience, stillness, and focus.  Although similar to the process of painting the small daily circles, this required much more prolonged attention to detail and scope.   I found it to be initially mesmerizing, and eventually, to be missing the freedom of the abstract nature of my circles.  The layers of paint in many hues and shades were different than colors I usually choose, and revitalized the cherry blossoms that bloomed briefly in our garden, photographed in a soaking rain and fog.  I smiled as I realized that I could not keep the abstract forms of my daily circles from ending up in the lines and shapes of this larger sphere.   Curious it is, how one form of expression follows into another...

"Renewal", (24 x 24 inches), watercolor

"Renewal", (24 x 24 inches), watercolor

The second piece involved layering encaustic over one of our redbuds, and then carving into the many layers of wax that shrouded the photographic image.  This was a nice change of work, and there was much enjoyment in returning to my love of carving into imagery.  It always reminds me of woodcuts, which I adore, with their line-within-line, all part of the whole.  

"Return of Hope", (detail)

 

Pigment was then applied over the entire surface, bringing out the serenity and beauty of the delicate buds that grace the branches every spring.  It was good to see some of my encaustic work in (almost) only 2 dimensions... allowing my eyes to sink into the composition in a different way.  The colors in this remind me of the wallpaper on my mother's walls where we grew up, and of the redbud she planted in direct view of the kitchen sink (smart woman!) as soon as she moved into the new house solo with all of us kids,  Sweet connections...

"Renewal of Hope", (24 x 24 inches, framed)

Thank you for following along this faux pax experience with me.  There is always an unexpected easing up in the telling.  I wish extra gentleness to all of you where you most need it...