DARK NIGHTS
Lent, 2010, arrived as I was plunging deep into despair.
None of my usual pick-me-ups wrought their magic.
I began a new, more creative, spiritual discipline.
For as long as I could sustain it, or it felt necessary,
I would read the scripture for the day in the Catholic lectionary.
Then, without exegesis or deep reflection and contemplation,
I would create an un-edited doll to express my gut reactions.
Listening to the story of these dolls would come later ... much later.
I took a length of pink polycotton, a bag of fibrefill, thread and a sewing machine.
I set it all up in a quiet, private corner and began on Ash Wednesday.
Sometimes I fossicked about for small embellishments to complete a manifestation.
Below is a slide show introducing this journey. More detailed photos are posted separately.
None of my usual pick-me-ups wrought their magic.
I began a new, more creative, spiritual discipline.
For as long as I could sustain it, or it felt necessary,
I would read the scripture for the day in the Catholic lectionary.
Then, without exegesis or deep reflection and contemplation,
I would create an un-edited doll to express my gut reactions.
Listening to the story of these dolls would come later ... much later.
I took a length of pink polycotton, a bag of fibrefill, thread and a sewing machine.
I set it all up in a quiet, private corner and began on Ash Wednesday.
Sometimes I fossicked about for small embellishments to complete a manifestation.
Below is a slide show introducing this journey. More detailed photos are posted separately.
