1st Exhibition of 2020

Being Human In Lockdown 2020 launch date and promotional poster.

Will be exhibited here on this website

To find out more about the overall Being Human art project please click on this link and to view this specific exhibition from 7pm on September 1st 2020 please follow this particular link.

Thank you, looking forward to sharing the artwork and deeply moving stories with you.

To those whom took part thank you for trusting me with your experience, I am very humbled.

Exhibition Background And General Information

I put out a call for people to submit their selfies with a paragraph about their experience of lockdown or Covid-19 and have been creating pieces of mixed media and digital art (with utmost sensitivity, ensuring people’s voices feel heard, without exposing them personally, faces will not be recognisable in the pieces). It has been and continues to be a vulnerable and anxious time for so many and universal to us across the world. This one moment touches the hearts of us humans (animals, the earth and all that is life) across the planet alike. It is the only time in my lifetime where I have really witnessed deep shared humanity and have been astounded by the love shown.

The Exhibition will be made available online for two reasons initially, this includes submissions from across the world and of f for public safety during the Covid-19 Outbreak.

All people whom have taken part will initially be able to attend and all can engage at their own leisure. At a later date into next year there will be a physical exhibition also, as each of the more local participants can celebrate the creations from their submissions.

What Is It That Exists?

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This poem was inspired by an interpersonal exchange this week.

Inadvertent Incognita

When you think, feel and know that you lived, there’s a story of what happened but nothing to prove that it did.

Nothing of substance than can be touched to say for sure ‘yes’, but you know it was there, you know! ‘yeah’?

Solid evidence is absent, you won’t find it. Not a trace nor even a tiny fragment.

Where is your proof they ask, is your life contrived? Where can you find it? From where did it derive?

When you felt what you felt and still you remember, but all that exists is only sense and no ember.

When there are traces of memory felt in your body, was it ever really there? Is there a hard copy?

When you cannot utter words because there is no definitive truth. You know it was there! but where is the proof?

Memory is all just sense of a truth. Ever evading, no map, no road, no objectivity that’s aiding.

Such grief in the soul because what was there is now missing. Elusive in essence, like some sort of omission.

Did you ever exist? Is your life true? Only those whom were there are those that knew.

Nothing to corroborate senses and feeling, no solid host. Was it ever there? I feel like a ghost.

Nothing is real they say, without objective evidence, so what was there?

hesitance…

~ By Stacie Amelia

In Search Of Meaning (ii)

Why here? Why now? Why at all?

This blog post is more on a personal note than the others. It is more a pulling together of everything to date so I can consciously move forward into a fuller focus and commitment to this work. I hope naturally though that the posts that follow are more widely reflective than this one. As mentioned in my initial blog post, with regard to this art project, I was gradually waking up into a world not of my choosing… read more here http://staciereflects.com/2019/08/12/in-search-of-meaning-ii/