How Large is the Spectrum of Love?

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Artist Audrey Mahlie is a gifted social worker and mother, and is the only artist in the show to tackle the subject of domestic abuse in love.

It begs the question… when does it stop being love?

Is abuse a part of love, of the spectrum of love?

Does it all come from the same place – the love that we feel, that morphs into something disgusting?

What do you think?

Audrey explores the question, “Are you open to love?” 

She writes, “A great love informs how we feel about ourselves. It tells us we are special/beautiful/interesting/smart and worthy of respect. As a social worker I’ve seen people who have never experienced this love – not even from a parent or other family member. They experience only bad love, mediocre love, desperate love, or abusive love. So not really any “love” at all. But these experiences also inform how they feel about themselves. I’ve seen women who are in abusive relationships believe these relationships are healthy because it’s the best they’ve ever had. Maybe he took her in when she was homeless, maybe he showed some kindness in another way. They keep going back to him because that’s what they believe great love is. So in my experience, no, not everyone gets a great love. Those who do should hold on to it and be grateful.” 

Please share your thoughts below.

Love and Growth

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So proud to announce that David O. Williams will be contributing a new piece to the exhibition this June at Absolutely Art.

He describes his work as ::

I love the interplay of light and color. I paint what has startled me into looking at a scene with a different perspective. Finding the essence transforms a view into a visual experience. I chose watercolors since they are naturally flowing and alive. I do not use white paint but set no boundaries on the tools used to apply and manipulate the paint. Compositions come from multiple photographs, rearranged objects and reimagined colors. Many things are worthy of our attention. I invite you to explore the world of each painting, look anew, and wonder at a subject that you think you know.”

Please check out his portfolio here.

Do explore the full love discourse exhibition at Absolutely Art in June 2014!  The opening reception night will be Friday, June 6 from 5-9pm.

*Not his contributing piece, but an example from his collection

The Loves You Carry, the Mountains You See

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Friends, followers, countrymen::

I’ve tried to keep my life out of this project.  To have it just be about the community.  For it is you, your voice and your experiences, that make this shine.  It is connecting community through collective experiences.  It is about art.

But sometimes my life seeps in.

It seeps in in ways that I didn’t expect.  Your stories and your impact on my heart is greater than I could have imagined.  It affects me deeply, and I take each one into my own heart and eyes for a while.  Sometimes I laugh with your stories, sometimes I get into my car and cry for the life you’ve seen, and how I wish I could wash away the pain for you.  Sometimes you inspire me, and you bring new workshops to this project- YOU make it bigger, you make it better, you make it what it is.

I have sheltered my stories from you, because the interviews are about your journey.  Your movement and your experience.  I thought that today, before I leave, I would share mine with you.  Because I feel that though it is scary, being open and vulnerable is what makes love great.  Because perhaps this story will build to the great collective experience we are sharing together.

You see, I lost a love.  Not just one, but many…

Life can throw curve balls, and for ten years my life was a mean game.  My mother fought with cancer for eight years, and my family lived with the umbrella of death.  Cancer slowly took my mother, and death stared us in the eyes.  However, when I say that my Mom fought cancer, I mean it.  She fought.  She is the bravest woman I have ever met.  She had a fire in her.  Strong, stubborn, determined as all hell.  She was a mover and a shaker, and she changed things.  My mother was forty five years old when she passed away from metastatic breast cancer.

Because despite what you want, you can’t just stop everything.  You can’t take that Tuesday and leave it for the rest of time.  The rain still falling, green leaves on trees, my Mother still in bed.  You have to keep moving.  You have to get over that mountain of grief and live.  But that’s the thing about grief and loss and love – You can’t get over it.  You don’t get over a person.  You don’t get over their death.  You carry it with you.  The loves you carry.  And I carry my Mother.  I carry her good moments, the bad moments, the loss of her…

I’ve walked through my Mother’s sickness.  I’ve walked through a move. I’ve walked through the birth of my son.  I have walked through the loss of a home,  rationing food because we didn’t have enough, through sleepless nights. And I’ve walked through keeping my son in a dinosaur loving, happy bubble so he would never know.  I walked and walked and walked because you can’t stop.  You can’t take that Tuesday and hold it, screaming inside because it’s harder than you can handle.  You can’t ask time for a time out because you need it.

So, you walk.

And I always did.

And I’ve crossed more mountains that I can see anymore.  Some mountains, lost in fog and distant memory, are better off gone.  Some mountains, higher than I thought I could climb, left scars and marks that I wish I could wash away.

But I can’t.  And that’s okay.  Because they remind me that I finished.

You see, I always had to keep going.  It wasn’t a choice.  But this time, this time I walk because I choose it.  I want it.  And I want to let go of what I carry, and carry only what I need.

In two days, I will be leaving to hike 110 miles of the Appalachian Trail.  Alone.  I am entering this strange quiet in my mind because I know that for once I am choosing my mountains, and I know I will do this.  It’s empowering.

I want this because I want to let. go.

And find something I cannot name at the same time.

I’ve been reading a lot of trail journals.  The trail, white blazes, the weather, the history, but mostly about the wilderness of our country and the wilderness of our minds.  Unexplored territory, less explored lands.  John Muir wrote, “Keep close to Nature’s heart… and break clear away, once in a while, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.”  This year I turned 30 and I can’t think of a better way to bring in this decade.  I carry too much on my back right now.  Great losses, great lessons, great joys.  Great loves, great pain. With the spirit of my mother, with the spirits of my past, with the spirits of the wilderness and those that have walked before me, I plan on letting these things go and leaving my pack, my past, my future lighter.  Leaving with my steps up and up.  And as I walk, I will let my tears, my fears, my screams, my shadow, and my mother go.  For as I walk, I will sprinkle the rest of her ashes along the way.  She belongs in the mountains.  She will go on living there, with me, but without those memories that I’ve had all these years.

It calls to me.  I am excited for the wilderness.  I am excited for the journey.  I am excited for the walk.  I am excited about the terrifying melancholy of hearing only my footsteps along the dirt and recognizing my own voice as foreign.  I am excited to meet people, trail names with packs as heavy as my own.  I am excited to brave what I have thought I could not do on my own.

Reading trail journals and guide books on the white markers, I hear about bears, attacks, mud, mice dotting through your hair as your sleep.  Sleep that comes so sweet and sound.  Blisters that make grown men cry, dirty water, lack of water, packs that always seem heavier than you expect or want them to be.  Eating raisins and peanuts for days, oatmeal for the fourth day in a row.  I want all of it.

I want all of it because I want to challenge myself and reconnect and I want to let go.

I want to feel the mountain in my heart, in my lungs.  I want to see the sun rise and fall through the mist.  I want to hike at least 10 miles a day for nine days.  I want to feel the satisfaction of setting up camp at the end of the night, curling into a sleeping bag, comfort at last.

I long for the moment where I want to give up, hate myself for thinking of this stupid trip, loathe my pack and switch backs until I am cursing at every rock, tree, and bug on the way. I will dream of pancakes and big, dry blankets.  I will dream of baths. I long for that moment when I cry because I want to quit so badly, but I won’t.

I hear there is magic in the trails. I have been leaping for joy.  I cannot wait.  But admittedly, I am also terrified.  Terrified to do this alone.  Worried to walk my pace, that I’ll get lost, get hurt, that I won’t be able to handle it physically or mentally.  Terrified that something will happen to me.  Terrified that I will not meet anyone or meet someone terrible.  Worried that I won’t be able to do it. But I want it all. To be alive is to be challenged, be excited, be terrified. I go because I am alive.  I go because I seek life and what it has to offer. Because I feel that that is what makes this life amazing – the fact that we can, and it is my calling to respond to the world and what it has to offer.  To be open and to be vulnerable.

I hope you forgive me for not replying to any emails for a while.  Hope it’s alright that I let this story of my loves seep out… thank you for all that you are.

I love you all, and I’ll see you soon,

Mallory

Love Map

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What has shaped you,

in ways that you recognize?

Some psychologists claim that we have love maps that we develop throughout our lives.

Who you are, what you’ve seen in life and in relationships, and where you are going next.

Would you say you are influenced by a series of people or incidences?

It may not be linear, it may not have a defined path.

But perhaps life is shaped by those paths, or people, we’ve seen.

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Perhaps these experiences us guide us away from people, towards people…

not just romantically,

but perhaps in a way that inspires us to surround ourselves with people that support us and love us,

because we’ve seen and been hurt by those that don’t.

Perhaps your start is your parents, shaping you guiding you.

Their personality traits and the moments of your childhood.

Maybe it develops a “type” that you’re always drawn to.

Perhaps it is just one MOMENT.

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What do you think?  Do you have a love map?

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Agree/Disagree?

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Bloggers blog.  Writers write.  Philosophers …philosophize?

People talk.

They should talk.

But do you agree?

Many blogs post advice about marriage, then reactions to marriage,  questions and answers about love,  people who will tell you how to feel, quizzes to take (ha), or how to analyze.

But I want you to analyze.  React.  Question. Answer.  Figure out how YOU feel.  Test yourself.  Test your love.

Talk about it.

We seek guidance because we don’t know.  But what happens when we stop asking others for this guidance and direction, and look inward.

Would we find we are lost?  Would we be found?  Would we find our answers?

Love is everywhere.  Whether you believe in it, don’t believe, love it, hate it.  Whether you are immersed, crushed, withered, uplifted… we are surrounded by love.  Love songs, love movies, stories of love imprinted on the histories around us, life is love.

So, tell me of your love.  What does your love look like?  

Let’s turn away from those that tell us about love or marriage.  Let’s turn into ourselves and figure out what our hearts look like.

Share your answers.  Let’s talk.

*Love you So, from the Wild Things, is from Etsy store Olive and Birch.

 

Language on Love

“I can’t write beautiful, lyrical poetry,
I can’t put my words into perfect sentences,
I can’t express all that is in my heart,
But somehow, “I love you”…
Says it all.”

– Shaistha Khan –

Does it?  Do the words “I love you” really say it all?  

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Alain de Botton writes in his book On Love,

“Society, like a good stationary shop, had equipped me with a set of labels to affix to the flutters of the heart.  The sickness, the nausea, and the longing I had at times felt at the thought of Chloe, my society filed under L but across other oceans or centuries, the filing cabinet might have had another index.  Could my symptoms not easily have been identified as signs of a religious visitation, a viral infection, or even a non-metaphorical coronary attack?  … How could I tell her I loved her in a way that would suggest the distinctive nature of my attraction?  Words like love or devotion or infatuation were exhausted by the weight of successive love stories, by the layers imposed on them through the uses of others.  At the moments when I most wanted language to be original, personal, and completely private, I came up against the irrevocably public nature of the language of the heart.”

He continues, “It is always easier to quote others than to speak for oneself, easier to use Shakespeare or Sinatra than risk one’s own sore throat.  Born into language, we necessarily adopt the use others have made of it, involving ourselves in a history that is not our own.  For lovers who feel they are reinventing the world through their love, there is an inevitable confrontation with a history that preceded their union [be it their own past or that of society]. My every loving gesture had a birthday that predated Chloe – there were always other birthdays, there could be no virginal declarations. Like making love, speaking of it involved me with a trace of everyone I had ever slept with…”

On Love, pages 101-104

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What do you think?  Have you created a new language of love?  Is the word enough to describe it?  Or does it, like Shaistha Khan described, say it all?

Calling for Interviews

I am a local artist in Madison working on a community based art project to create a philosophical and artistic

discourse on love  

This is a philosophical study to answer Madison’s question as to what love is. I am interviewing over one hundred people, of all ages and walks of life in Madison, asking them one question and seeing where they take their answer.  I wish to create a StoryCorps experience, where the person and their answer is the most important thing, and my voice and input will be minimal. I will be finding these people by emailing them directly, setting out flyers around town, and even sitting in public places with my recording equipment.  I want the broadest voice, covering all scopes of our town.

The interviews, photographs, artist’s pieces, as well as more interactive materials will be exhibited in February to showcase this Madison discourse on love.  Those interviews that will be featured will be completely anonymous. My mission is to encourage this discourse through philosophical questions, artistic pieces that call for thought, and questions that call for the viewer or listener to talk about and discover their answer to love.  It will not be uniform, but it will be endlessly fascinating.

I am attempting to create the broadest scope in the project, the widest eyes with as many answers as I can gather.

I am setting up interview times, and would love to hear from you.  Please email studyoflove@gmail.com for more information.