Oh, I very much feel the same with emotional sound, Betsy!
But the smallness of it doesn’t matter, I think? It’s the fact it’s a signal which suggests danger for whatever reason; it doesn’t matter the size. You have a thousand true facts about poisonous snakes, and the 551st are “many of them are in this room right now”— the 999 others suddenly matter less
Yes, it seems to be exactly this. Once one signal sends threat, it seems to switch the whole system off… I need to see how I can express that in thread now too I think. In my head it’s the same image, but with 99 black threads and one silver one… with the caption ‘high contrast human’ 😂 Once I get a sniff of danger, I’m sunk! 🫣
Betsy, I love your way of seeing the world. Of articulating, in picture and concept and metaphor, generalised data through such a personal lens. This piece, along with your ‘one in six’ feels like the start of a collection. I’m imagining an exhibition 😊. Your threaded image made me think of my experience of the machine that is sometimes part of an eye test. Where you’re looking at one point of light at the centre of a white globe and then you press a clicker each time you see a wee spec of light appear in your peripheral vision. I can find it disorientating. Never knowing when a flash will come. Or where. Real. Or imagined. The instinct to have my eyes darting and scanning rather than fixed. The sense of explosion, in your piece, over the climbing frame of of the black repeating pattern made me think of the overwhelm of what can be a personal/inner experience within a wider social experience that doesn’t necessarily seem to impacting the same way on others. So beautiful and profound.
I'm sat here weaving these fascinating reflections back into mine, and I love how they bring in another dimension that I hadn't thought of before... isn't it incredible how our networks can all look the same, and yet feel so different sometimes. I do wonder these days how desensitised we seem to have become to sound (which you'd have to be with all the lawn mowers and cars buzzing about these days)... and does desensitisation just mean additional internal processing power, and what does that do to our internal energy reserves?
I love these images and your captions for them. The whole looks like a beautiful fluid butterfly to me. I love butterflies but without pinning them (which I wouldn’t want to do) you rarely get a good enough glimpse to fully absorb it. Perhaps that’s the point. To feel the impact of your art, not understand intricacies ♥️.
Aaaah, I love butterflies too… especially the blue ones 😉 And love thinking about art (and meaning) being subtle on the surface somehow too… thank you for that ✨🦋
Thanks for the beautiful illustration and explanation Bets. Speaking as the Mum who manages, despite all efforts, to emotionally trigger you, anything that helps to illuminate how you are experiencing to world will hopefully help me navigate our relationship more sensitively.
Mother and daughter relationship aside, your research in itself is fascinating and is yet another tool to understanding how we all experience the world around us.
Aaaah, bless you Ali!!! I'm so blooming grateful for all your efforts Ma, truly... and am also aware of how much my own voice impacts Wolf in this emotionally heavy way at times (more times than I care to admit :) too, so I've no doubt mothers just have a really direct line into the heart of the nerve network I think... I love that you're in here and reading / commenting too by the way... thank you!! x
Your stitch drawing is beautiful Betsy! It gives me the impression that is three dimensional as if the point of focus is elevated. Your writing makes me think of what can be happening at meditation when we place our focus to certain areas of our perception... a drop in the ocean of sensory inputs.. hmm...
Oh I love that that came up for you Chryssa… it’s funny as lots of my reflections / images started as seeds during a felt-sense meditation course I went on many years ago. It moved me greatly (so much so actually that it was the first time I experienced my tremors in fact, which is sort of fascinating in itself 😂). Always a delight to have you drop by and connect in here 🙏✨❤️
Oh, I very much feel the same with emotional sound, Betsy!
But the smallness of it doesn’t matter, I think? It’s the fact it’s a signal which suggests danger for whatever reason; it doesn’t matter the size. You have a thousand true facts about poisonous snakes, and the 551st are “many of them are in this room right now”— the 999 others suddenly matter less
Yes, it seems to be exactly this. Once one signal sends threat, it seems to switch the whole system off… I need to see how I can express that in thread now too I think. In my head it’s the same image, but with 99 black threads and one silver one… with the caption ‘high contrast human’ 😂 Once I get a sniff of danger, I’m sunk! 🫣
Betsy, I love your way of seeing the world. Of articulating, in picture and concept and metaphor, generalised data through such a personal lens. This piece, along with your ‘one in six’ feels like the start of a collection. I’m imagining an exhibition 😊. Your threaded image made me think of my experience of the machine that is sometimes part of an eye test. Where you’re looking at one point of light at the centre of a white globe and then you press a clicker each time you see a wee spec of light appear in your peripheral vision. I can find it disorientating. Never knowing when a flash will come. Or where. Real. Or imagined. The instinct to have my eyes darting and scanning rather than fixed. The sense of explosion, in your piece, over the climbing frame of of the black repeating pattern made me think of the overwhelm of what can be a personal/inner experience within a wider social experience that doesn’t necessarily seem to impacting the same way on others. So beautiful and profound.
I'm sat here weaving these fascinating reflections back into mine, and I love how they bring in another dimension that I hadn't thought of before... isn't it incredible how our networks can all look the same, and yet feel so different sometimes. I do wonder these days how desensitised we seem to have become to sound (which you'd have to be with all the lawn mowers and cars buzzing about these days)... and does desensitisation just mean additional internal processing power, and what does that do to our internal energy reserves?
I love these images and your captions for them. The whole looks like a beautiful fluid butterfly to me. I love butterflies but without pinning them (which I wouldn’t want to do) you rarely get a good enough glimpse to fully absorb it. Perhaps that’s the point. To feel the impact of your art, not understand intricacies ♥️.
Aaaah, I love butterflies too… especially the blue ones 😉 And love thinking about art (and meaning) being subtle on the surface somehow too… thank you for that ✨🦋
Thanks for the beautiful illustration and explanation Bets. Speaking as the Mum who manages, despite all efforts, to emotionally trigger you, anything that helps to illuminate how you are experiencing to world will hopefully help me navigate our relationship more sensitively.
Mother and daughter relationship aside, your research in itself is fascinating and is yet another tool to understanding how we all experience the world around us.
Aaaah, bless you Ali!!! I'm so blooming grateful for all your efforts Ma, truly... and am also aware of how much my own voice impacts Wolf in this emotionally heavy way at times (more times than I care to admit :) too, so I've no doubt mothers just have a really direct line into the heart of the nerve network I think... I love that you're in here and reading / commenting too by the way... thank you!! x
Your stitch drawing is beautiful Betsy! It gives me the impression that is three dimensional as if the point of focus is elevated. Your writing makes me think of what can be happening at meditation when we place our focus to certain areas of our perception... a drop in the ocean of sensory inputs.. hmm...
Oh I love that that came up for you Chryssa… it’s funny as lots of my reflections / images started as seeds during a felt-sense meditation course I went on many years ago. It moved me greatly (so much so actually that it was the first time I experienced my tremors in fact, which is sort of fascinating in itself 😂). Always a delight to have you drop by and connect in here 🙏✨❤️
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