Thursday, October 24, 2013

The story of M.E in words, art, and film

...shame on me.. two months since I last wrote here. I do write blogs, but in my head, which is of little use to you all..

The past two months in a nut sell: I didn't go to college. I did go on my two week residency at Annaghmakerrig,  and have started writing my project.  More about this later at least that the intention!

But first of all I realise more and more that my experiences of living with M.E., including my art, writing, disability studies and how I experience nature and learned about its benefits, are all pointing into the direction of letting other people know what life with M.E. /chronic illness can be like.  
Of course I am not the only one.  I can think of several people who are on this road.
For now I would like to tell you about two women in particular. Anastasia Palmer and  Jennifer Brea.


Anastasia Palmer whom I featured before on this blog (see here.) is a truly amazing young woman; the evidence is in her writing and art but also in the way she wants her story to be shared.  Over the years she worked on her book Dear Stranger and I cried with joy and admiration when the book arrived.  Touching the linen cover I could feel all the energy and emotions that went into the making of this beauty of a book.


Dear Stranger is her very frank account of coming to terms with, and finding her way with, the diagnosis of M.E. written from the age of 15 till 18.  The diary entries written to a ‘dear stranger’ have a tangible rawness, anger with an ‘invisible’ illness, not always believed in by the conventional medical practice, but also a beauty, which has the ability to touch every nerve in my body; and a deep routed wisdom from a person so young.
Let the sun be my smile
The rain be my tears
The storm be my anger
The wind be my voice
So let me be

The woodcut illustrations tell her story where words are not enough.


Even after fifteen years of living with the illness, I can still learn from Anastasia. Her words make me re-live my first few years.

“…Tears are the easiest thing when you are tired.”
I find myself one with Anastasia’s sorrow and joy, but also with the thought that illness can be a gift.

After years of deliberating how to publish her story she settled on using the letterpress; hand printing 230 copies, hand-setting every letter, rolling each page through the printing press and carving every picture from wood. She does not want to sell her book in the conventional way but needs the funds to bind the remaining 210 copies to be handed to libraries the world over. 
Please visit her website to read more about her book, the woodcuts which are for sale and maybe you can help her make her wish come true.

Then in the past week or so I became aware of another young woman living with M.E.: Jennifer Brea, who has just started on a "Kickstarter" campaign for her  documentary film about M.E  called Canary in a Coal Mine.
To watch the powerful trailer see here . Amazingly with a goal of raising $50.000, they raised already almost $34.000 in less than two days. Well done Jennifer. In an email she wrote: Three years ago I became devastatingly ill. Now, there is not a single waking moment when I don't feel sick. When faced with what seemed like an insurmountable obstacle, I felt the only choice I had was to transform suffering into grace.  I believe that by telling these stories, by showing the world what it really feels like to live life with ME (“Chronic Fatigue Syndrome”), we can change forever the way the world sees this illness. And, by showing the true face of ME, maybe we can put an end to the many injustices that ignorance creates.

Like Jennifer, Anastasia, Bernadette (researching transformative illnesses), other bloggers, writers, and artists, in our own way, get the story of what living with chronic illness/M.E. can be like. 
I for one am committed to keep reading-researching-writing and creating art to do my bit.

love to you all.


Friday, August 23, 2013

College: "To do or not to do"

As you might know, I took a huge leap into the unknown last year to fulfil a long held dream of being a student at UCC in Cork. I became a student of Disability Studies and thoroughly enjoyed it. (see posts about this adventure here)
It did however come with rather large challenges. Getting there was one of them, and after becoming very ill from the taxi-bus-taxi journeys every week and staying in Cork for the night to do the journey in reverse the following day, I had some amazing support to be able to go to college by taxi. This sounds rather decadent, but there is no public transport of any kind in my town. I was picked up and brought home that same night so I could sleep in my own bed and fully rest the following days.
There was of course the sitting up in class for the three or four hours, which is a challenge in itself and at the same time you're suppose to stay alert! The 'good old adrenalin' clicked in every time but of course that is 'borrowed' energy and I find it very hard to come down form this artificial high.

I remember a good few nights where I was suddenly aware to be sitting in a class in college among 35 other students. "I am in college" I would think. It made me smile every time. It was as if someone has plucked me from my normal existence and dropped me into this class without telling me in advance.

Another extra energy drain was that I had to do a lot more reading, and spending many more hours on computer to write my essays.

But.
I LOVED IT!

Yes my health was compromised. But I enjoyed being in the class with people from such a diverse background and from so many different countries. I learned so much. I became aware of the wider issues surrounding living with a disability. I relayed a lot of it to my own experiences of living with ME. So many questions arose. My past experiences of working as a nurse in Rehab and palliative care and as a social care worker with people with learning difficulties, and being a creative being all seem to finds its place through this for me new topic.
I became much more aware of the Arts and Disability Culture. How people with disabilities are projected in the media, and how, I felt, that the artist, and the arts can function as a form of education about our lives. We do have a life and we do have a value in society!

But.
After a lot, an awful lot of deliberations, I have decided not to go back to college for the second year of Disability Studies at UCC.

Various reasons:
I have not been able to secure funding: 70% of my travel fund is no longer available this year. The cost, on top of the €900 Tuition fee is too high to bear on my own. It would be much to stressful.

Secondly, it took me about two and a half months to recover fully from the year in college (and surgery I had a few days after college ended). When I started to feel well, 'my well', I realised how much college had taken over my life and impacted on my health.

I am only doing what I had hoped to do for the summer and that was reading more about Disability Art, and life lived with chronic illness. etc.
I came across some amazing books, especially "The Rejected Body", by Susan Wendell comes to mind. Wendell has ME, is Associate Professor of Women's Studies at Fraser University BC Canada. A lot of her writing made great sense to my own experiences. A gem! Many more besides this one. Will tell you more some other day.

My not college orientated reading into Disability Art and living well with Chronic Illness, is well on the way, and I am thoroughly enjoying it.  At the end of this month I will be spending two weeks at the Tyrone Guthrie Centre, for which I received a bursary, to work on my writing about this and create art resulting from it and plan to continue to do so for the year ahead!
When I scribble in my notebook I call this "my-book-to-be" project.

The past year in college set me up for this exciting road ahead. I am immensely grateful to all who supported me along the way, and I will keep my options open to finish the course next year.

Mary O'Grady, Disability Support Officer at UCC, is very supportive in terms of my project, including in a practical sense with Assistive Technology to make working on computer less tiresome. She also has plans for me in connection with Disability Awareness Week and talks with O.T. students.

This way I feel I am still at college although not as a student who attends lectures. I do hope to make use of the library for research purposes.

It was certainly not an easy decision to make. But a long talk with my GP settled it. I am happy with the decision. Even excited about it.

It is funny how I feel a sense of Freedom since I made up my mind. I suddenly have lots of time!
Because it took so long to recover over the summer months, it feels as if I only had a two week break between finishing college and starting again!
Time is a curious thing, and so is the mind!

Be good my dear friends!
Peace in the garden. Peace in the mind.
© Corina Duyn 2013


ps... As always it is lovely to know that you stopped by to read my musing and follow my creative adventures. Many thanks & Lots of love Corina

Monday, August 5, 2013

Weaverbird

"Weaverbird" © Corina Duyn 2013
15cm x 22.5 cm
Well I did it, after starting my latest weaving project just over a year ago, I finished it (minus the right hem).
The first half, which was the weaving of the birdsnest and bird, went relatively fast, well no weaving is fast, but there was a steady growing of the nest, if you get my drift. Then, I got scared. How on earth do I weave an eye, with a bill of the bird in front of it with only a few warp threads to do it with? 
So, 
I procrastinated. 
For months the frame stood beside my chair and all I could do was look at it, occasionally I ventured as far as picking it up, and look at it some more, before putting it back again.
The weaving of this small detail was too much to comprehend.
Why oh why do I come up with such difficult designs?

About six weeks ago I picked up my work again and took the very brave step to just do it. Weave the eye. This was followed by a bit of a 'research': how long can one weave without having to attempt the second eye? As it turned out, quite a long time!
And suddenly it was done. It literally took me by surprise when I reached the edge.

Last Friday I had a 'cutting off party', as the moment of cutting a tapestry of a frame is affectionately called. My ex-weaving-teacher Pascale reminded me how to do a hem... I let her work away... until one side was done. I tried my best to make the second hem as good as hers but failed, hence the half finished side. It will have to wait for her capable hands to finish this year-long project for real.

Of course I am already working on a design for the next one... a poppy...  (as it turns out, not any easier) Watch this space, but please don't hold your breath!

By the way, if you'd like to know more about the weaverbird which inspired this tapestry, please see here.
ps... As always it is lovely to know that you stopped by 
to read my musing and follow my creative adventures. 
Many thanks & Lots of love Corina