I am absolutely delighted to introduce my colleague, Dr. Janice Jones.
I have invited Janice, whom I admire very much, to share with us about one of her original works - "Into the Forest". You can view a YouTube of this creative work here. Not only is Janice the most beautiful person, she is also incredibly creative and today she is sharing her story about the creation of "Into the Forest", as a writer and artist.
(I am pinching myself - this is such an honour! Thanks so much Janice!!!)
I have invited Janice, whom I admire very much, to share with us about one of her original works - "Into the Forest". You can view a YouTube of this creative work here. Not only is Janice the most beautiful person, she is also incredibly creative and today she is sharing her story about the creation of "Into the Forest", as a writer and artist.
(I am pinching myself - this is such an honour! Thanks so much Janice!!!)
Into the Forest is a collage of visual images from my original –
and unfinished - artwork.
I began to draw that visual story of love and danger many
years ago. It became a kind of meditation on the past, and a way for me to
reconcile feelings of love and guilt. At nights I spent quiet hours creating a
visual representation of my life and the story of our early years together while
my little girl Emily slept. It comforted me to tell that story through images,
and to hide in tiny lettering ‘secret narratives’ in parts of the artwork. I
loved the mystery of that – glimpses of stories that cannot be shared. Over the
years, I would take the drawing out, and add a little more. Eventually, my
daughter had become an adult – with her own stories and secrets. She is an
inspiration to me – her courage and resilience leave me in awe so that my hand
froze above the paper. I realized that I could not finish the art work for two
reasons. Although it had started as my story, Emily was also central to the
narrative. As she grew up I realized that it was not my place to tell her
story. Also – age changes our body and our mind – my hand now has some of the
tremor of age. I can no longer craft those steady fine lines.
The blank page –
pregnant silence.
A quarter of the page is empty. I will never finish it. There
is something primitive in my reluctance to finish the story of a life – and
particularly my daughter’s life. Ideas and images have such power. We are
beings of spirit – and we recognize deeper meanings without being able to speak
them: the page will always remain unfinished. Space allows the future to happen.I
wanted to share the work and the telling of my story. So –I photographed
sections of the artwork and created a film, with music and words. It is slower
than I would wish – and not as smooth, but I hope that it speaks to those who
watch it. In many ways, it is the story of so many women who love dangerously.
In the company of
wolves.
At the base of the picture is my first husband. I fell in
love with his beautiful blue eyes and raven-black hair, but his mind was
broken. Naively I thought I could heal him: he had so much promise and talent. Instead
I began a descent into his world. As so often happens in life, I had decided to
give up and move on when I discovered that I was pregnant. Now I could not go
to university. I was scared, but full of wonder that a new life was growing
inside me. With him, I moved to a city far away from my family. He was unfit to
work. The area was poor and violence was common. Like Persephone I travelled a long
way into his underworld so that I hardly remembered who I was. But, when Emily
was born I found a purpose beyond myself.
However, his illness became extreme, and we were in grave
danger. I fled, returning home to my family.
I dressed and acted
as if I were well, but inside I carried much fear and guilt – as if I had
brought the darkness back with me. It took a long time for the night-terrors to
stop, for the hairs on the back of my neck to stop rising, for my heart to stop
crashing when darkness fell, the phone rang, or I saw a man with dark hair. He never became well, and it grieved me always
that he had little happiness in his life, for I still loved the person within
the illness. Some healing came when our adult daughter re-connected with her
birth father.
Through her kindness to him I have found a degree of
self-forgiveness and acceptance that I did what had to be done.
Looking back – dancing across time. At the end of the film, I dream
of reconciliation – of a return to love, freedom from guilt, and a rebirthing
of youth and strength. As if we were young again, we dance through the stars
and under the immense map of the universe. Those stars map our histories – they
are our life force and genetic fire - transmitted through our daughter and her
baby sons. We live again, renewed, beautiful, tender and in love. We forgive
and are forgiven.
Images and metaphors
in my poetry and films
As an artist and writer I am sometimes surprised and a
little shocked by how dark my symbolic language is. Nobody would imagine that
this cheery middle aged woman is inhabited by a fertile and complex layering of
myths, fairy-tales and dreams and gives life to that vocabulary through
storytelling. In this story, the wolf does not devour – but is absorbed into
the spirit of the girl. He is as vulnerable, as full of hope, and as lost as
she is. She carries his shadow with her always, becoming part wolf. In my
mythic world, the female is powerful – a shape-shifter. I am greatly influenced
by the myth of Persephone and her transition into the underworld – by love and
sacrifice and redemption.
At a superficial reading, Persephone’s tale is one of a girl
who is savagely taken by Dis – God of the underworld and death. She is made
Queen of the underworld. Her mother Demeter (the corn goddess) challenges the
gods by making the earth freeze so that all fruit and grain dies. Eventually
her daughter is allowed to return. But – Persephone eats 6 pomegranate seeds –
the only food she consumes in the underworld over 6 months. This means she must
return to the underworld and to her husband every six months. In the film you
will see images of fertility linked to the pomegranate. Persephone/Demeter is a
unity that represents the turning of the seasons.
In my writing and artwork women are creatures of the spirit,
connected to the earth and the stars. Their spiritual abode is the forest and
the ocean – their rhythms are those of the moon and the waters. A
shape-shifter, woman is both nurturer and destroyer.
Dr Janice K. Jones
(jonesja@usq.edu.au)
Now the exciting news is that Janice has just published a book which includes the creative writings of many of the pre-service teachers she has worked with. Janice has a gift for the creative, in both art and writing, so please check it out here:
http://www.c-s-p.org/Flyers/Weaving-Words--Personal-and-Professional-Transformation-through-Writing-as-Research1-4438-5452-2.htm
Thank you so much Janice for sharing the story behind this work and for being the creative treasure that you are :) Janice can be contacted at the email address above.
You can read more about Janice's published research through her eprints here.
You can read more about Janice's published research through her eprints here.


