“Your purpose is to be yourself.” – Thich Nhat Hanh
“Compassion is not a relationship between the healer and the wounded. It's a relationship between equals.
Only when we know our own darkness well can we be present with the darkness of others.
Compassion becomes real when we recognise our shared humanity.” - Pema Chödrön
How to care for our minds, the planet we inhabit and the beings, plants and elements we share it with?
My daily practice is understanding this path of living, our being human.
At present, I work as an artist and in the field of adult mental health and psychiatry.
Particularly, I am interested in our psychological and spiritual health, for individuals and collectively.
I have been training in contemplative psychology to explore these processes.
For me, art does not always feel necessary, although it may be that through sharing my own expression others may feel inspired to
share theirs and this process of exchange may help us to appreciate and understand one another.
When I am not working inside, I love to be in nature.
THE SINGING PART OF THE IMAGINATION - Brian Catling RA
grounded shared space - Eleanor Minney
what does it mean, to be without touch?
to live without people,
to see you through a screen.
When we meet to be apart.
Careful, cautious, t e n t a t i ve.
A feeling of loss, an emotional pain,
reminds me of the teaching that the self can’t be found in one place anyway.
E.M. May 2020
Produced for Bethlem Gallery's Under Construction Programme.
Full text can be viewed on - http://bethlemgallery.com/2020/05/bethlem-friday-focus-grounded-shared-space
The table turned into a garden,
Full of seeds without bodies.
The seeds grew into a single fig tree.
[They see her from the window
lining up her seeds along the beach
- she placed the stone aside.
- Extract from Seeds and Waves (Love), E.M. 18
Mind like bog, shimmer – slog.
That’s quite a responsibility.
If I am alive.
The noise really hurts [my quiet state of mind].
Realise this moment.
E.M. January 2018
A tangle of thoughts. A mass of identities.
Do we understand each other?
My attempt to dissect the human condition, to unpick the psyche
Peer through the clouded glass of the Self – the Other|
Trawl through the substance within.
Loosen the lid and analyse the contents – construct an order from the chaos.
Worn fragments of a universal puzzle
The buzz of jumping synapses, the flitting of fertile memories.
Disparate realities upon common ground,
Grow. Deteriorate. Decay. Born-again.
Occupying solitude, investigating the subconscious - I contain my inquisitive mind and the relentless questions… rolling like waves,
constant and persistent, flowing over my being, creeping under my skin.
E.M. June 2016
Daily Presence, 2017-2018 [ - of 263]