This term came up a lot during my M.F.A. work at Maryland Institute College of Art. Especially so for my field: Community Arts. When dealing with populations that are surviving adversity - there is a need for meaning. Why me? Why now? Having transitioned to working for a grief center post-graduation there is still a need to make meaning. But now the question is - "Why did they have to die?"
Baltimore is known for its violence. When violent and traumatic deaths occur the survivors are left questioning everything. One population that Claire and I have worked with are mothers whose babies died pre-natal or as infants. For various medical reasons these children die. But all of the mothers are left with a similar lack of memories. A lack of memories can make the grieving process quite complicated. It is harder to make meaning of the death without memories of the life.
Making art is making meaning. However you define art is up to you. It could be cooking, cleaning, or reading a book. But there is something special as to how you do that action - there is an artistry to it. When I work with people using art at my main job, there is this magical presence. It seems that those that maybe don't quite have the words can use other tools, creative tools, to get their emotions out.
I am always so in awe of the powers of art(meaning) making and I am always so ecstatic to share my creative gifts with others. I recommend if something is bothering you and you need to find a bit of clarity try being a bit creative today. Free form draw, write a story, or take up a bit of crochet. Giving yourself a bit of time to process things out may do a world of good for you.
With love & beauty,
Posted on a Waning Crescent