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The kids are home from college for the summer and so is their stuff. It’s a happy mess because this was my first year of “empty nesting” and I have missed having them (and their mess) around and I have also enjoyed the time to focus on myself.

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In this space I see representation. I hear silence. I smell lavendar aroma. I sense coziness, comfort, and peace. In this space, I feel like me.

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My creative space in June 2023

Take a photo.

An indirect self-portrait.

I wander about.

I try to find an object

or

a series of objects

or something that says:

Kelly - this is what I do, this is who I am.

In my workspace I have a cork board,

mostly collage creations.

It’s busy with pictures of family,

pictures of friends,

a memory, a reminder, silly, daft, fun,

some interesting

some atmospheric.

All placed around a certificate in Mindfulness.

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Two maps. A lamp. A candle. Tea. Books and photos of friends; the desert. Black/White. Whimsical fairies, a snail, and a cat staring back at me. A digital clock marks forever the time on what day I assembled this moment: 8:57 am on 6/28.

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I see myself as an actively fluctuating and evolving breathwork, embracing the journey with a reminder to breathe and trust in my strength.

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She asked me to create an indirect self-portrait.  But who am I?  I look around, and I suddenly see.  I am my mother's daughter.

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My bookshelf with all the pregnancy and birth related books. The image of the Amazon warrior randomly ended up there, but I quite like it, as it represents some of what I do as a birthkeeper - encourage women/birthing people to step into that warrior power and protect their space when that is needed, and also becoming the warrior myself if that is what helps protect the sacredness of birth and the autonomy of the birthing person.

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Luminaries is an archaic word to define light-giving bodies like the Sun and Moon. Here, I am in a closed public space, how do I come up with an indirect portrait? I look up and see the  ceiling filled with colourful lights of the rainbow and bulbs of different shapes. The words diversity, vibrancy, intensity, energy, come to mind. Perhaps also permeability, with a ceiling punched with dozens of holes and hanging lamps. It reflects (pun intended) some aspects of my character and the environments that I spend time in.