LIFE AS MYTH
JOURNAL
JOURNAL 2020
Once upon a time
Time at play
SUMMER 2020
Overview (2012-2015)
LIFEWORKS
ATLAS
SUMMER 2020
EVERYDAY JOYS (2013)
According to the myth, at dawn on the third day after the crucifixion, the Magdalene went to the tomb to anoint the body. As she neared the entrance, she discovered that the guards were gone and the tomb was open. An angel sitting on the discarded entrance stone greeted her. Trembling and bewildered, some accounts say, she fled. Whether or not she fled or simply stayed and wept, the Gospels of John and Mark agree that Jesus, in resurrected form, first appeared to Mary Magdalene alone. During this encounter he asked her to spread the news of resurrection. The Magdalene is the key to this myth of stones and tombs, of death and rebirth, because "she" is the messenger of new hope and new life.
(above) EEG: a measure of Joy. Usher. 2013. (left) Saint Mary Magdalene from the Master of Palazzo Venezia Altarpiece Panel, artist unknown. 1350. National Gallery, London.
Life evolves in seven year cycles. If you have lived long enough, you can probably identify them. Find a major event from your past -- a marriage or possibly a serious illness. Counting forward or back, see if you experienced another major Life event at the next seven year juncture. If you continue counting, a road map of your life emerges.
This little web site, quite dear to me, is at the conclusion of a seven year cycle. This site has been my writing home and because of that, it has served as a transitional space between the part of my life where I had all the answers -- and the next part where I have mostly unanswered questions.
2013 is fast approaching its wintry conclusion. As I attempt to discern meaning from this year's writing and work, I have returned to the message of joy I first described in an essay seven years ago. Since that time, that joyful revelation has taken on deeper meaning. Without further ado, a new look at old things.
"Pickering's Harem," so-called, for the group of women computers at the Harvard College Observatory, who worked for the astronomer Edward Charles Pickering. Harvard Computers at work, circa 1890, including Henrietta Swan Leavitt seated, third from left, with magnifying glass (1868–1921), Annie Jump Cannon (1863–1941), Williamina Fleming standing, at center (1857–1911), and Antonia Maury (1866–1952).
Someone in the southeastern United States recently bought one of my paintings and yesterday I mailed it to him. In order to save shipping costs, I packed the box myself. The end result weighed just over seven pounds and measured an unwieldy 33" by 41" by 3". In other words, though light in weight, the box was still long enough and wide enough to be extremely difficult to carry. Unwieldy-ness notwithstanding, since the FedEx satellite store was only a few blocks away, I decided to carry it there myself.
While making my way up Broadway, the box slipped and shifted constantly. I tried several ways of carrying it but none worked for very long. Finally I had an inspiration and lifted the box up to my head and in that way I successfully made it to the FedEx store. What a comical sight I must have made, like some Dr. Seuss imagining -- a quite tall, so freckled, white lady with a box growing out of her head.
Which brings me to what happened yesterday on the way to the FedEx store: I experienced the workings of my mythic eye. My lens on the world is my "mythic eye." That means I tend to use symbols and metaphors when interpreting the world around me. And yesterday my mythic eye contemplated the spectacle of walking down Broadway with a box growing out of my head and saw something larger.
It's kind of hard to explain but in that particular moment I felt connected to other women, possibly all other women, women and how they work through their day, whether raising children or governing countries or walking around with boxes on their head. And I saw my part in that bigger picture as both unique and yet also universal. For a few moments I experienced the beautiful groove of my life and how amazing that felt to be in it. And interestingly, that moment came not at my easel -- but while managing the details of my daily life.
(top to bottom) Women prisoners at Ravensbrück, a World War II concentration camp north of Berlin, 1940's; Jean Seberg, American actress and activist, 1972; A group of Parisian art students. ca. 1896; Hedy Lamarr, actress and inventor, 1944; A farm mother and her child. ca. 20th Century. National Archives; Rosa Parks, civil rights activist, pictured here with Dr. Martin Luther King, 1955; Mahalia Jackson, gospel singer, 1962; "Instructing nurses on the use of respirator for a polio patient" By an unknown photographer, location unknown, May 23, 1958; General Records of the Department of Labor; Record Group 174; National Archives; Virginia Woolf, feminist writer, 1882-1941.
