Last week a fellow mama-artist pointed me to the work of Lenka Clayton, an interdisciplinary artist who in 2012 started a project she called An Artist Residency in Motherhood. At the time, her first child was one and a half and she found herself wondering “how I might… apply the framework of an artist residency to the wild new world that was unfolding at home, one that I usually felt entirely too tired to notice.” She wrote a manifesto, made business cards, put signage in her window, located funding, recruited mentors and childcare, and got to work creating art that spoke to her experience as a mother (for example, the fabulous “63 Objects Taken From My Son’s Mouth“). Later she decided to make the framework of her residency freely available to other parents.
When I read her story and saw some of the art she’d made during the residency — art that turned the mess and exhaustion of early motherhood into something wry and poignant — I couldn’t stop thinking, this is going to save my life. I mean, my physical life wasn’t in danger, but if you read my blog posts from the last half-year or so, or if you talked to me then, you know something was — whether you call it my sense of self, my inner artist, or simply my ability to feel at peace with the decision to be at home with Owl. Some part of me was dying and though I’d been trying to save it by going to therapy, taking more breaks, finding a babysitter, and making more local mom friends, it had only stabilized; it was holding on, but it wasn’t flourishing. Then I found Clayton’s page and got so excited I wanted to take big leaps across the apartment except my knees don’t do things like that anymore. I felt a vigor I hadn’t felt in months.
That weekend while Owl hung out with Erik, I took Clayton’s create-your-own-residency questionnaire to a cafe and worked on it for a couple of hours, finishing it up later that evening and talking it over with Erik to make sure he was on board. Two mornings later — today — I wrote out my manifesto in chunky marker while crouched over a roll of butcher paper on the floor, Owl crawling around me with crayons, scribbling in accompaniment. There was something very satisfying about doing it this way, letting the necessity of the moment dictate everything from my posture to the speed of my writing.
Here’s the full text:
- at least 3 private sessions per week of at least 2 hours each (“private” meaning in separation from the child and all other demands on the parent), with the first taking place between Monday and Wednesday, the second between Wednesday and Friday, and the third on the weekend
- non-private sessions as opportunity arises
- daily foundational work:
- one evening mental-physical check-in, after the child is asleep
- at least one physical mindfulness session* of any length, at first possible opportunity during the day (*stretching, yoga, breathing, walking, meditating, etc)
- a primary commitment to re-establishing a regular practice of journaling and visual expression (sketching, painting, doodling, photography)
- with optional exploration of side projects in any medium and of any scope
- a secondary commitment to weekly sharing of any presentation of this work via the blog at satsumabug.com
- regular communication with one’s partner to determine that this residency does not come at their expense or at the expense of family or household maintenance
I don’t think I could have written this manifesto even a few weeks ago. There were so many other things that had to happen before I could begin to think of rebuilding my creative life — before I could think of my life in terms of weeks and months, rather than hours and days — and I needed a semblance of equilibrium in other areas of my life before I could create in an uncontaminated way, without the knowledge of other neglected tasks creeping in and making it impossible to focus. As writing always does, writing the manifesto gave me some additional clarity around my situation. I’ve hung it up on one of our few available areas of wall (actually, it wasn’t available; I’m covering up another art piece… but not one of mine 😉 ), though after taking this photo I had to tuck the end under so Owl can’t reach it.
If all goes well, look for new blog posts from me every week for the next six months. They might be short, or they might even just be several Instagram posts strung together. But they’ll be something.
I’m so in love with this and with you! I don’t have the constraints on my time and energy that you do, but I definitely need to do this for myself. Such A brilliant idea! Looking forward to seeing and reading more!! ❤❤❤
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“I wrote out my manifesto in chunky marker while crouched over a roll of butcher paper on the floor, Owl crawling around me with crayons, scribbling in accompaniment.” – I’m imagining this moment and loving it. This is a great initiative and it’s wonderful that you’ve made the first step (baby steps help sometimes) towards rediscovering your creative side. Looking forward to seeing what you’ll be creating!
Dear Lisa. Catching up with. I have missed you!!! Reading your post and feel so much empathy, so emotional and true at the same time. Thank you!!!!!
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