Homage to a pear

…aka, how to make a pear, how to paint it monumental as it is, leaving me in awe…

…as does the whole of nature at this time of the year, especially.

That was the task for this week. See here what I came up with.

I can sense some writing coming out of this too. Perhaps influenced by an itch initiated by reading Pure Colour by Sheila Heti.

Enjoy and let me know how/if you do!

Heee heee heeealing paintings

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Tatodeda, 2022
I see fire, 2022

Last week has been a painting week.

Choosing to go monumental and addressing the alleged Lion Gate portal with a fire ceremony burning all the past grief, sadness, anger and energy this is what transpired.

Since last Tuesday, after having burnt all the past past I have had so many aha moments it was not funny.

So, I urge you to do the work too, in whatever shape and form it needs to be done.

If you want my #artingme prompt e-book to guide you along the way to discover your inner and outer landscapes, head here: http://www.arting.me/how-do-you-becometheartistyouare-start-here/

Meanwhile. Enjoy.

#artingme challenge outcomes and learnings

As part of my healing process I have dug in into my #artingme process once again. It is a seven day guided creativity challenge. This time I was sharing it with people around the world on insta.

For a week I sat mostly in the garden writing and arting following the guided daily prompts.

Still digging the process a week later and offering the prompts in a form of an e-book to download here: http://www.arting.me/how-do-you-becometheartistyouare-start-here/

Enjoy and let me know how you are getting on!

Tulips Continued, and me too

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Tulips Again

The two artificial tulips hanging in my studio have become a starting point for exploration of or a metaphor for my inner states of being while in withdrawal from prescription drugs. Definitely on the feeling side kind of paintings. Felt lot better for having painted them. Pain, doubt, loss…all transmuted into something else. Hopefully!

What feelings do they evoke in you?

Prints available, get in touch.

Tulips and Tea Cups

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This week culminated in these two paintings while listening to bbc6 and dancing myself out of whatever is inside.

I am learning that truly all of my art is art as therapy. At the moment I seem not to be able to paint otherwise.

So…sharing, from the deep life to darkness to a teapot for two. Enjoy.

Tea for Two

For more go to my insta feed. Prints abailable, contact me for more.

Meanwhile have a great and restful weekend!

Painting myself through…

Prayer…almost cathedral
Mount Misery Tea Pot
Isolation Memory
Child in me

Two weeks ago I started taking another generic form of my drug…and sure enough the fact that its producers are only obliged to guarantee eighty percent of active substance…lead to me going through some really intense experiences which I painted myself through:

through the feelings, flashbacks and realizations of who in me was locked up at that isolation cell in a czech clinic when I had my breakdown all those years ago…true #artofwithdrawal.

My body seems to have gotten used to it now…so perhaps some time for more cuppas. Hope you are all well in the new year!

To arting!

You can join me now for not only these intense paintings at http://www.instagram.com/arting.me for #21daysinmyartworld challenge with @taraleaver

See you there!

First and Next Show, find ten differences, and an Invitation to Arting in the times of Corona 101

 

It will have been fourteen years since I first showed my art publicly (when I don’t count the picture of a sun when I was four that got hung up in the kindergarten, up on the noticeboard for all the parents to see…since then I don’t think my pieces ever made it up on the noticeboard again, see I was never very good at drawing inside the lines, and that is what mostly counted as I grew up in the communist and later transitioning Czechoslovakia, now Czech Republic).

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Here it is miraculously, surviving all the moves and transitions since. The four year old me’s reminder to grin at it and shine. All the time. I owe her a lot.

My first show was a group one, and it was of works by clients of a psychiatric clinic I ended up at when twenty five. It was called, Art is a State of the Soul…could not agree more…however reflecting upon the exhibited works, my soul or psyche had not been in such a great shape then despite, or perhaps because of?, the care I had just received…it looked a bit like this, though this is a later work.

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To cut a long story shorter…I am here now…in London, preparing another solo show, for Goldsmiths gallery, which just had to be postponed, understandably due to the corona situation and lockdowns.

It is called #artofwithdrawal and maps the period of my prescription drug withdrawal, not always and easy process…but very nourishing and enlivening for the aforementioned soul/psyche. Hanging in there. Both with my soul and the show.

I am looking into ways how to take the project online at the moment and make it more participatory…earlier I had opened up my photographic series #everydaycourages to sharing and contributions by other artists and artingers. I might do something similar this time too.

Would you be up for it? Do you have some experience with #recovery from #psychofarmaceuticals? Is art/arting one of your coping and survival strategies? I would love to hear from you for an open conversation about the possibilities.

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If you feel drawn and inspired by this…and not too put off by my unofficialness…it really at the moment is just me in my studio…and/but the Goldsmiths space too in the foreseeable future…let me know :-).

Let’s talk…abre el corazon…I have just opened my heart in Spanish, been tandemming and picking it up after years of non-usage, the same with German…what I love about this whole corona situation is the fact that people, when not destitute, and worried sick for their livelihoods were able to slow down and take the time to do things while in lockdowns that they normally would not have given themselves the time to, or simply would not been able to make it. Hope you are among them too, and/or getting support you need.

I have opened a free challenge #21DaysArting in the Arting Group  aimed at the first three weeks of lockdown over here in the UK. You can still join us, not too late. It is a creative first aid of sorts for artists and artingers. After day two, following the process, I have come up with yet another angle, another inspiration, I literally breathed it in…so invite you to do the same. Come over.

#betheartistyouare and #neklid

This week I have fully dived in into my inner healing process…both with arting and writing. It has brought stuff up, I have had to rest and process, let the body do the work, let my soul/psyche and heart heal.

I had published my #neklid story for an anti/alternative psychiatry blog in Czech. Here it is. It has ruffled my feathers in September when I was in a tapering process on a much lower dosage than I am now. I had been talking to people in Chci zit bez psychofarmak and NEKLIDni fb groups about it and their shared experience, supporting each other.

What came up for me from this was the necessity of addressing my trauma experience through some form of bodywork, so have revisited what I know from biosynthesis and other body oriented psychotherapeutic approaches.

On the practical level, the theme of absolute acknowledgement and appreciation came up…and that of hundred percent responsibility for myself…my feelings, my health, my life. I am no child anymore. I am forty this April. What it means to be an adult in this day and age though remains up to debate…discuss. Especially with past psychiatric and psychology experience. Still getting over it, through it and on with it 😀 <3.

Since last week I have also started the teeny weeny #betheartistyouare challenge in the FB Arting group. Been posting the prompts…and so flooded with all the above that not fully focussed on them myself. Back to it though as of today as the theme of radical healing, forgiveness and self care are knocking on the door once again.

See me to see yourself…in Arting…or through my images, paintings, portraits, photography and projects…above the latest #foundaroundthestreettreasure with Hermes wings and lotus flowers…see what the cat, aka my partner dragged in. Bless him. I can see a painting in that…among others.

What are you arting right now? Do leave a comment or get in touch otherwise.

Love,

Irena

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Those butterflies…of hope…again

They have made it back into my studio…first as affirmatory messages on my mirror, flutterring their tracing paper wings, then landing in my paintings and getting trapped there.

Butterflies, of hope.

Feeling lot better this week, having started another minitaper round: on 55% of my prescribed dosage now. After almost ten months. Another ten or so ahead. Midway point? Definitely if I count in the sertraline taper last year too: Slowly slowly catch a monkey…and the precision digital scales the #teddylost paintings have paid for have been of great help. Art of withdrawal indeed.

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It is a strange and not always easy position to be in: I have always considered myself and been more of a community and participatory artist…working with people…now by the nature of the withdrawal process being pushed into a solitary confinement of the studio…being grounded…and grounding in the withdrawal process.

Following my #becometheartistyouare process meantime.

If you want to join me virtually at least, head over to the link.

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In the meantime…butterflies…of hope.