Still Reaching

in LeoFinance10 months ago

I went to this seminar/talk session last night about the role of art in mental health. It was rounding out this wonderful project that's part research, part artistic installation that had rolled a couple of months back. Basically, dancers trying to embody various afflictions like schizophrenia and borderline personality disorder.

Anyway, this anthropologist said something that stuck in my head last night, he said,

Even people who seem out of it, for whom connection with the world seems to have severed, as long as they're still creating art, it means they're still reaching. Because when you make something, you're inviting an answer (whether an actual response or a reaction or impression known only to the individual, it doesn't matter). And as long as you're still reaching for that interaction with the world, it means you're not done with it. Even when you seem (both to yourself and others) lost.

I thought it was a wonderful thing to say, and beautifully in tune with the picture I'd chosen. See, there was this thing where they'd scattered pictures from the dance installation on the chairs inside the hall, and when you went it, they encouraged you to look around and sit where you resonate with the picture.

At first, I figured I just chose this because the guy in the image is one of my dance instructors, but when I heard the anthropologist talking, I realized that wasn't it. I'd chosen it because it went with this undercurrent of *reaching* that has permeated my life in recent months. Thankfully, not from that grim perspective he outlined, but there is a sense of reaching for something more It was a great feeling of togetherness, of things coming together to make sense, and I loved that.

I like the idea that as long as you're still creating, still making things, making art, you're still holding space for dialogue with the rest of the world, even if you feel torn and alienated. I love that.

It made me think of many artists I love, many of them with tragic endings, alas. Scott Weiland from Stone Temple Pilots I loved, but is hard to listen to because it seems to me that through so many of his songs he was just so desperate for someone to help him somehow. There's so much black-on-white warning in his music saying I can't hold it together, I'm going to disappear if someone doesn't save me. And he did.

And obviously, you can't "save" someone. I watched the film Beautiful Boy the other night and loved this quote,

I don't think you can save people."
"But you can be there for them, can't you?

In our attempts to "save" other people, we often take a brutish, military approach. Like we can physically pick them up and put them right side up again just like that. I think we get very frustrated when that doesn't work.

It's important to remember that even as they topple over, they're still reaching in their own way. And that saving someone sometimes isn't about putting them right side up at all.

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I read a book awhile back about a man who exhibited some differences as a child and went to live in the woods. He survived for 20 years or more by pilfering stuff from surrounding cabins and homes. Most people didn't mind, and would leave bags outside for him or leave their doors unlocked. But eventually he got arrested and was forced, for his own good, to live in a house, with regular social interaction, a job etc - what many of us call a right-side-up life. While in the woods, he was happy and productive. In his right-side-up life he was miserable, and probably medicated. I understood, at the end of the book, just how wrong a right-side-up life is for some of us, if not for many of us. Perhaps the forcing of that life onto some is a cause of mental illness.

Perhaps the forcing of that life onto some is a cause of mental illness.

I think so too. I do think some social interaction is necessary... not a lot, but I think it can have a very positive effect not to be shunted. But I agree, so much dis-ease is coming from this rigid sort of box of how it's supposed to be.
What happened to him, do you remember?

The book ended on his living a "normal" life, with a menial job, a house (his mother's), and regular visits from social workers. He avoided everyone else. I got the feeling he was unhappy, and that his treatment was very wrong.

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Making something means inviting an answer which is true so should we just say that everyone in the world creates art?