It is apparent to me that time is fleeting. Even in the present moment, the moment is gone before I am even aware of what took place inside it. Time is always moving.Mostly, I think it’s moving forward, but now I’m not sure that’s true. On some days, a strange quality of light, a surprising event, or a shift in the weather makes me see that time can shift with what shifts around me. Time can stand still when I am on the precipice of something frightening. A baby is born, and time lurches forwards. I sift through old memories inside the home of my loved one lost, and I sense that time has stepped backward. Time does its own thing, and I have determined that it doesn’t go by our clock.
I just heard a school bus. Normally, I would not notice that sound, but schools are closed as COVID-19’s “Stay Home, Stay Safe” order creates a new normal. No school buses, no children in playgrounds, no traffic during rush hour, and absolutely no celebrations. Right now, we are holding still, and time is joining us as we wait. I notice this right now more keenly than ever. All this waiting while not knowing the future. All this feeling like we are suspended in time. All this anxiety that comes from "planlessness" and hopelessness. It’s all about liminality. It’s all about waiting in a liminal space. It’s all the result of being forced to wait in between things.
A lot of people are drinking more, sleeping more, stressing more, and hoping less. There are still plenty of things to do, but they aren’t all productive. There are still plenty of things to do, but much of what we once were driven by has lost its meaning. Everyone is looking for ways to cope and find hope as we wait for “What’s Next.” I cope and find hope with a paintbrush and a canvas. I create however and whenever I want. I can step back in time, I can freeze a moment, or I can forge ahead on a two-dimensional plane with a stroke of color. Liminality doesn’t drag on for me like it might for others. In fact, some days I really enjoy the feeling that I have forever to create. I’m not saying this time is easy for me. I am struggling like everybody else. I am saying that this time is better than it might otherwise be. It’s because inside this liminal space I have art to pass the time with.
You can have art to pass the time with. You can make something and glean the benefits of taking back some control of the time you have. I believe that art is made through any kind of creating. Right now, something as simple as sewing masks for health care workers offers a way to wait with some purpose, hope, and creativity. With each color choice, design, stitch, and knot you can find hope in the opportunity to fashion someone a little bit of hope. As you finish what you started, you may find that time has been a little gentler than it was before. This is the kind of hope I want this blog to offer.
I want to provide a space where people can turn a liminal space into something new- a place to create and find new hope. We don’t have to wait alone. Art can be our companion, and we can share that companion with others. Creative expression can be our friend no matter how challenging our present place in time and space may be. This truth is a gift that I hope we can share at Liminal Space Art Blog.