Sunday, April 6, 2014

LEARNING BY TEACHING



I am teaching an introductory subject in the first year of a Masters of Art Therapy with another art therapist.  (Maybe why my blog has suffered) The class has twenty four eager students intent on learning about the untapped potential of creativity in healing. Last Tuesday was the first lecture and the class began with artmaking.  "Create a piece of work that you can use to introduce your inner artist."  Materials that were available included paper, pastels, paint, tape, pencils, clay and wire.  When it came time to share 12 out of 24 had chosen three dimensional art forms.  (Now that's exciting!)

In asking them about this they said a number of things:
  • I like to use my hands more
  • Its about touch
  • It relates to the inside and outside
  • It depends on the materials - I engage more with clay but less with metal (in regards to sculpture)
  • Installations are three dimensional
  • I use two and three dimensional artmaking at different times

In preparing for next weeks class I was reading about the triangular relationship in art therapy and the psychodynamic approach to images and revisited a description of art images as being diagrammatic or embodied by Joy Schaverien.  I was wondering:
is this description relevant to children who are often more embodied than adults?
Is it more of a continuum where images can be a bit of both?
When have my clients created embodied artworks?
Is it a concept that is less relevant as we have developed as a profession?
Do I think any of the artworks born in my presence are not embodied?


Here is a look at the descriptions by Joy Schaverien:

DIAGRAMMATIC IMAGES

• Conscious form of communication usually following words or thoughts
• Client may be uncomfortable with materials or artistic process
• May convey feeling but viewer does not experience the feeling
• The image does NOT transform the artist.
• Minimal emotional investment
• Illustrates feeling but does not embody it

EMBODIED IMAGE

• Client feels safe and held within therapeutic encounter
• Image begins to lead – artmaking takes over and intent may change
• It embodies the absorption of maker and the ‘live’ relationship with viewer
• It reverberates in the unconscious of both artist and maker
• Conveys a feeling state that is beyond words
• All points of the triangle are activated ie artist, therapist and image

As I was packing my clothes for the long weekend, it hit me.  Are three dimensional objects more embodied?  Is there a type of scale where the interplay between three dimensionality and materials creates opportunities for more embodied artmaking.....this thought came in the early hours as I was surrounded by suitcases, food for 12 people, animals and tonight's dishes.  I just had to write it down before it slipped away.

I am enjoying the learning that is involved in teaching......

TEARS OF AUTHENTICITY


Tonight my normally stoic, competent daughter sat down beside me and said she would like to try yoga.  I had noticed that she appeared stressed over the last couple of weeks - tense, tight, rigid, holding it together.  I have asked her if she is OK - fearing that her relationship may not be going so well.  She in in Year 12 this year.  Vice captain. Guardian.
Great grades. Good student.  Motivated.  Everything is fine with the relationship. 

She sat down me and talked and I was focused on the practical aspects such as how could she manage to get to yoga when I was at work.  "I can pick you up after work if you can get to the studio from school honey."  I was only half focused on the conversation but tried to attend to her need to do yoga.  I was sitting at my computer reading and reflecting on phenomenology. I was in the zone and trying hard to stay there while still paying her some attention. After my work, study and at 10.30pm there is not much left for being focused and sensitive to my children.

I looked up from the computer and asked her if everything was OK and she started to cry.
 

 

 


I immediately focused on her.  I turned my body towards her. I immediately felt guilty that I was not more aware that she was upset. I noted that as soon as the tears started, I changed.

I felt different towards her.  Open, connected, concerned - I wanted to respond. I realised that what she was talking about was important. She was vulnerable and her tears showed me her authentic feelings. We talked and I listened to her . I sensed her pain. Was this my mirror neurons firing - feeling her pain through watching her expressions?

I noted her tears rolling down her cheeks.  I observed her body. Her shoulders were scrunched. Her hands over her face at times.  Her face was wrinkled and full of expression. She was trying to talk but finding it hard in between the tears. Her breathing was shallow interspersed with rapid inward breaths that racked her body. She averted her gaze at times. At other times she would look up at me. Pleadingly.

She needed me.

I rose to the occasion. I closed my laptop and put aside my study world.  I asked her more questions about what was happening in life. I reassured her that we were in this together. That we would sort this out together. We chatted.  I made her a hot drink.  She said she felt better just talking about her worries.  Sharing her anxiety and her fears that she would not do well in her Year 12.  She went off to bed and I offered to drive her to school the next morning so she did not have to go on the bus.  We hugged warmly.  She held me needing some of my strength.

I had lost my train of thoughts on phenomenology.  But I was taken by the tears.  The outward expression of emotion that pulled me from my study. I felt different towards her.  Warmer, connected, protective, compassionate and open. I understood why she had been withdrawn, upset, rigid and irritable in the past few weeks.  My annoyance at being interrupted was gone.

Is this why I am exploring how three dimensional artmaking can help access and work with emotions.  Is it the emotions that help me to connect with people - both my clients and my daughter.  Is it that the expression of emotions in therapy help build connection between myself and my client. That our relationship deepens through vulnerability, authenticity and tears.  That I am able to empathsize as a therapist.  I am more attuned.  And is it through the connection that the healing can happen. 

So instead of thinking about emotion emerging from the artmaking, am I interested in emotion because it builds connections and relationships between therapist and client.  In turn are we able to embark on harder work because of the trust and honesty. 

Is it that the emotion followed by the artmaking helps my clients to come up with more insights into their life issues?  Is it that the three dimensional artmaking reflects the realness of the situation - like the tears reflect the realness of the person and their pain.  Is it the effect on the therapist that is the crucial aspect of accessing and working with emotion?

Thursday, February 20, 2014

TOUCH IN ART THERAPY IS "OVER" LOOKED


I recently stumbled across an interesting book titled ‘Touching Space, Placing Touch’ by Dr Mark Paterson which was written in 2012. Dr Paterson is visiting Assistant Professor at the University of Pittsburgh.  His PhD in 2003 was in Human Geography exploring the relationship between space and touch using a phenomenological framework.  In 2006 he was on research leave in Sydney Australia writing a book titled ‘The senses of touch.’ This current book was published in 2012

In a series of edited chapters Dr Amanda Bingley has a chapter titled “Touching Space in Hurt and Healing: Exploring Experiences of Illness and Recovery through Tactile Art.”  Imagine my excitement. I devour her article. Amanda is not an art therapist but she could be.  I google her to see what has led her to this paper.  She is a lecturer in health research at the University of Lancaster in the faculty of health and medicine.  She has come from the world of cultural geography and her PhD in 2002 explored the influence of gender identity and very early infant and childhood sensory experience on the adult sensory perception of landscape.  She has an interest in homeopathy and evaluating art therapy methodologies.  Suddenly I do not feel so alone in my research interests.

She identifies herself as an outsider by emphasizing and defining a term that is integral to our language - artmaking.  There is art and artmaking in art therapy probably to delineate the process and object.  Amanda discusses the importance of artmaking – the sense of touch at the connection between skin surface and tactile art medium.  She sees this as the link between the inner self and outer world.  She quotes Lusebrink (2004) who suggests that using the tactile/haptic senses activates emotional experiences for the artist.  Amanda goes on explain that this knowledge is not really new.  Other therapists such as Klein, Winnicott and Jung recognised the power of tactile exploration  through three dimensional therapies such as sandplay (Kalff, 1980; Lowenfeld, 1979) and play therapy (Axline, 1969).  All of a sudden I want to know a lot more about Amanda Bingley.  How is it that she can not only see but sense what the field of art therapy does not?

I continue to read her chapter and I come across this quote, “An important aspect of artmaking as a therapeutic activity lies in the nature and function of touch in the physical process of exploring and expressing embodied experience through the medium of art materials.  Tactile stimulation in therapeutic art making is, however, overlooked and a gap remains in theoretical and empiricial knowledge, about its role, despite an increase in interdisciplinary literature, for example in the sociology of health and illness, social anthropology, geography and art therapy.......”(pg 72).

I sit with this for a little while and a light globe moment occurs. The profession of art therapy is like a dynasty that has bought two families together through marriage.  The art families and the therapy families.  A vast majority of art therapists are visual artists and because of this we ‘know’ the strength of art to express emotions and heal ourselves.  However as art therapists we OVERLOOK the tactile.  Of course we ‘over’ look – we are seduced by the visual.  As artists we cannot help but be infatuated by the completed art piece or the observation of the artist creating.  We are visual creatures.  Our ability to see visual possibilities is what sets us apart from other professions.  We use this to drive our creativity and our therapeutic work.  Our hands and tactile senses interpret our visual fantasies.

I did not come from the art side of the family.  I have always had a passion for the arts and created art throughout my life. However coming from a working class family, I was encouraged to use my skills to get a ‘decent’ job.  I therefore gravitated to the therapy side of the family where a ‘decent’ income was possible. Throughout my twenties and thirties I grieved a missed opportunity to express myself through art.  It was only as an adult, as my children were growing up and I was approaching midlife that I decided I had an inner artist that required release.  After a respectable career  in health (using art) with rural communities, I decided to do what had always attracted me – art therapy.  I was inviting my artist self into my adult world.  I could still earn an income but could also justify my need to create.

I have long recognised the power of artmaking in my personal development.  I have strong childhood memories of creating sculptures from household objects and using clay to sculpt very expressive figures.  My art was always disturbing to friends and families.  No one ever said they liked it.  Without encouragement, I decided that I was not an artist.  Consequently I did not go to ‘art school’.  In some ways my lack of training allows me to ‘see’ and ‘feel’ artmaking somewhat differently.

My lack of training in art seeing and looking means that I perhaps  do not ‘over’ look the tactile. I use my visual and body senses to see and feel the effects of art.  I never thought my deficits in the art world would ever lead me down an exciting path of researching the touch basis of artmaking.   Amanda is perplexed by how little discussion there is about the sensory processes  - especially touch – in the arena of therapeutic artmaking.  She acknowledges  a well established literature base that focuses on examining and applying psychoanalytic theories and measuring its effectiveness with various populations of clients.  (Perhaps the art side of the family is wanting to try and impress the therapy side of the family?)  She suggests that there is growing interest in the creative arts and neuroscience and specifically the cognitive behavioural therapeutic movement.  But specifically touch in tactile arts therapies remains unexplored.  She quotes Dr Paterson and believes that the art therapy world mirrors a cultural hierarchy of senses that places sight before touch. 

And that my friends is the topic of another blog....
 

Paterson, M & Dodge, M., 2012. Touching Space and Placing Touch. Ashgate Publishing, Surrey.

Chapter  3:  Touching space in hurt and healing: Exploring experiences of illness and recovery through tactile art. Amanda Bingley

 

Axline, V.M. 1969. Play Therapy. New York: Balantine.

Kalff, D.M. 1980. Sandplay. Boston, MA: Sigo Press.

Lowenfeld, M. 1979. The World Technique. London: Allen & Unwin.

Sunday, February 16, 2014

MONA - WHERE ART AND LIFE COLLIDE

I turned 50 a few days back.  It was a big birthday.  For months I had been preparing.  Cleaning out my studio. Cleaning out my life.  Getting ready for the second half of the journey.  As my celebration I decided to visit MONA in Hobart. We stayed in a Pavilion and booked a 5 course degustation menu for the celebratory dinner.  An absolute treat.

 


We arrived by ferry on the morning of my birthday.  My dear friend Cate and her husband Philip came with Rob and I. As the birthday girl I received a glass of champagne on the boat.


We had a coffee and croissant and then took the journey into another universe. The museum is built into a cliff and you can walk or take a lift down into the bowels of the earth. 



The Red Queen exhibition was showing.
 


The first thing I see is an installation of light globes where you can hold a sensor that registers your heart beat and the light displays the rhythm of your heart.  I have had two coffees, a champagne and I am excited about being 50 and in MONA.  My heart is beating fast.

 I walk past two table tennis tables.  One has grooves cut into it and makes a game of table tennis virtually futile.  The ball gets caught in the grooves or bounces off at crazy angles.  Cate and I play and enjoy the hilarity of this encounter.  People say we are glad you tried this as we wanted to see what happened. I note that some people do not engage despite a tempting invitation to take up a table tennis bat. Some people observe while others experience.




 We continue and I walk through a corridor of red velvet curtains to enter a gallery of confronting artworks.  Transgender people, human pain and suffering, death, sex and gunshot wounds confront me.



 
I am taking photos and listening to the commentaries. I sit down on a comfortable, lived in couch to discover I am in front of Philip Nietsche's euthanasia machine.  I feel sick as I give my approval via a laptop to be injected with a lethal injection. I experience what it must be like to make that decision.  The program tells me when the chemical enters my brain, when I will be unconscious, when my breathing stops and tells me I am dead.  Confronting art.


 

 
 
 
 

 
 
I continue to immerse myself in art that is disturbing to say the least. I feel normal here as my art often disturbs.  I am loving this space of creativity and social commentary. I continue on and find an interesting installation. The viewer is invited to pull out drawers on a wall.  Each drawer says "I love you" in a different voice.  Children, lovers, men, women with different voices and auditory tones change the emphasis and intonation on those three simple words.  I get overexcited and pull out 12 drawers and there is a cacophony of people all telling me they love me.  A narcissist's dream. I laugh and show my friend Cate.  Cate is a serious art person and is often subdued in a gallery.  I take a short film of her opening the drawers taking note of her reactions.  She is curious and smiles.  She engages with this art object. She is having fun.

Suddenly I realise that MONA focuses on giving the audience an experience through sensory engagement. While there is an adequate supply of two dimensional art, there is an abundance of three dimensional sculpture and installations.  The viewer is invited to touch.  The touch seems to invite play - even with death.

It is a gallery that appeals to our senses.  Sight, touch, sound and smell (particularly the installation called Cloaca that mimics our digestive system and creates shit.  The exhibit stinks and people do not linger here I notice).



Taste is missing however in this gallery.  Mind you there is an abundance of cafes, restaurants, bars so that you can sit in amongst art and taste gorgeous things (macarons, Vietnamese salads, coffee, alcohol are some of the things I sample). I think to myself wouldn't it be fascinating to create an art object that could be eaten.  I imagine it won't be long before someone tries it.  I wonder if the curators have thought about this sensory experience for the visitors.  Have they chosen art that deliberately engages the audience with different senses. That would be interesting to find out.

I jot down the phrase, "Reality and art are blurred here.  Life and art interact and it is hard to know where one ends and the other begins.' I ponder the wonders around me.

My phone starts to vibrate and I am jolted from the depths of my thoughts.  It is time to check in to the Walter Pavilion (as in Walter Burley Griffin the architect) and I take the lift back to the surface and consciousness....oh hell I have just turned 50.