MaVie Artist

Pencil & Ink Artist inspired by things with roots & fur!

Rat parentage with Mouse heart.

I identify as Artist.

 
It would easy for me to leave it at that, because if I were to “Haiku” myself, that is it.
Reflecting Back
Poem 1
As a teenager, I longed to continue with art in education, but since I was gifted academically, that is where I was shoehorned. I went on to do an MA Hons degree in German Language and Literature, with Social Anthropology as my minor. This was followed by nearly ten years working as a technical translator, a career that went against my internal grain in several respects. It was thus a bittersweet moment when my physical and mental health became so bad that I had to give up work.
 
I attended different art therapy groups over the years. The final group is where I felt safe enough and supported enough to claim what I didn’t know had been missing – my identity as an artist. I went from apologetically mumbling, “I do a bit of art…” my eyes darting around, unable to meet the other person’s in case I was challenged, to saying with a happy smile, “I am an artist”. I continue with one-to-one art therapy to this day – an anchoring rock in my week.
 

Art for me is: a healing space; a quiet, meditative place; a guffaw on paper; a pre-vocal expression of the inexpressible.

 
In addition to diagnoses of severe Fibromyalgia, Myalgic Encephalomyalitis, Dumping Syndrome and concomitant Reactive Hypoglycaemia, PTSD, chronic depression and Functional Neurological Disorder (FND), I have also received a late diagnosis of Multiple Sclerosis. These affect my energy, my mobility, my balance, my speech, my thinking, my sleep, my eating and whether I can stay conscious even. I am in constant pain with tremors and jerking, functional seizures, collapses and stiff joints. Art is punctuated by cramps in my arms, nerve pains in my hands, trembles and clinical fatigue. I have more creative ideas than energy and health to manifest them!
 
Needless to say, my world has shrunk through illness – a perpetual “lockdown”.
 

Art is an open door into the internal world I have created and explored from childhood, a world that has expanded as the external has shrunk.

 
I am a Christian but also an animist. I believe that everything in Nature is en-souled with the capacity for union with God. In fact, I would say that humankind, through its own actions, is the most disconnected and distanced from the Blessed Source of God’s creation. Sadly, and to the existential detriment of the planet, humanity treats everything (including other humans) as a means to an end, something to be used, without compassion or balance.
 
Of course, we could not survive psychologically if we were to recognise the value of life around us and what we do to it, either directly or covertly every day.
 
My personal way of living in God is to embrace nature with as much kindness and compassion as my heart and body can bear – trees, rocks, fungi, things with fur, skin and scales.
 
יְהוָה אֱלֹהֵינוּ יְהוָה אֶחָֽד
Adonai Eloheinu Adonai Echad (the Lord is our God, the Lord is One). Nature is my church and creation my family. Perhaps the way I interact with the world will inspire others who often feel disconnected, anxious and dis-eased in the Anthropocene world humanity has created.
 
I do not sell anything on this site. So please feel free to dwell here a while without any pressure to be “converted into a sale”!
 
Be welcome. Have your ears snuffled virtually by the meeces. And may you find something that speaks to you as one Fractured Being to another, sharing this spinning burrow we call Earth.
Naughty! Naughty! No copying, please!