Over the course of my 30's and 40's I was fortunate enough to participate in an amazing series of intensive workshops with Marion Woodman, Mary Hamilton and Ann Skinner. Their creation was called "BodySoul Rhythms" and over the course of eight days we would work on dreams, imagery, healing, movement and voice.
In the process we would create a Mask. They were never to be considered "art" nor are they for display. But rather these Masks are containers, holders of energy, and tangible expressions to work with as we would bring deep material up from the unconscious. Powerful stuff. Changed my life.
This was my first.
The energy I was working with was vast, vibrant, colossal, natural and sad.
The painted eyes are wide open, but the ability to see through the small holes (when worn) was quite limited.
I found that very much a part of the energy - it was very big and very powerful, but I couldn't see where I was going.
This energy felt royal and regal. Her eyes are wide open. Her copper skin is rich and warm.
The energy here was a major movement in differentiation and maturity.
I was in the midst of great learning, and I was integrating so much understanding - mostly of dreams but also of Jung's writings.
During this time I also decided to go back to school.
This Mask was a lot of fun, and an amazing experience.
Working with Masculine energy - so focused and also Nature. Delving into Green Man Myths and seeing him appear in my dreams was a real joy.
During this time I was becoming more comfortable with paradox. I was letting go of so many of my childhood viewpoints. I began to take full responsibility for my life.
I felt strong.
There are four more Masks. Each a different stage, each with something to teach me. Each still carries an enormous amount of energy and learning for me.
I could put on any of these Masks and move into the space that it holds. Feeling the richness of my past and also be connected to my present. I use them in movement, allowing my body to feel what the "newness" such a difference in consciousness makes.
This may all sound pretty flaky. I get that.
But I tell you these parts of my life because today I did something entirely new, different and it has had a profound affect on me.
I went to the funeral home and I made a "Mask" of Ann's hand. Her one good hand. I was able to hold and honor her hand - the same one held and loved by her parents, sisters and friends throughout her life. I was able to bring my full attention and love this one part of her precious body that won't be going on any more. She has exquisite long fingers, so strong and so graceful. I know my work isn't professional or artisanal, and it certainly isn't perfect. But it is filled with love.
I will sand and finish the edges, and then give this to her parents and sisters. They may want to embellish or paint it. They may want to do nothing. But I am so glad I was able to do this work - to give them this memorial. I don't imbue this with any magic or sacredness - other than the precious hand on which it was modeled.
I continue to be moved by the experience.
