Earth Mothering
"Making rock into pigment is simple and primal and can suddenly--often without warning--churn the depths of your being. Humbling questions and creative capacities emerge from following that inward and earthward momentum."
-Heidi Gustafson in her book "Book of Earth"
The photo above was taken a few weeks ago on a rainy spring day in lakes country, MN. My oldest, who has taken a keen interest in working with clay to create ceramic artworks, ventured out with me to forage a bit. I had informed him "there's plenty of raw clay around here" and he was all in. As I began pointing out what was clay and what was soil, he picked up the clay in excitement. "I want to make something with it!" My smile was in the variety of 'you do you, bud,' and the photos below are of the clay pinch pot he made over a small fire he'd also made himself later that day. He eagerly told me about how to process clay to remove impurities and how they affect the clay in heat. My son, the fiery one who loves to create with earth and heat.
As we looked closer into the pile of clay, we noticed other colors--streaks of orange, rust, and deep red. He exclaims, "Look at this!" and hands me a small red pebble. I ran it between my thumb and index finger, and it left a trail of red on my skin.
Ochre. Raw pigment!
The clay itself is an earth pigment with varietal hues of tan and beige. We scooped some into a bucket to create with later. I felt something akin to humble pride in witnessing my son's creativity in action and facilitating his connection with the earth.
Prima Materia
The history of pigment, the history of earth, goes back to humanity's earliest days. As Heidi Gustafson writes in her book "Book of Earth," "Ochre and earth pigments are situated at the nexus of huge elemental cycles: a gazillion years of outer space galaxy creation, a few billion years of geologic and biologic growth on (and of) Earth, and several hundred thousand recent years of human evolution. To explore ochres as a unique and wild prima materia, or raw cosmic material, and talk about their influence today..." We are of the earth, we evolved with the earth and all her other species, and pigments and ochres carry such weight of meaning across time and place. Humans have a primal need to create, communicate, and mark moments. Cultural practices with ochres and pigments vary and relate to ancestral land, medicine, memory, ecology, and ceremony.
While earth pigments are mineral in nature, the natural pigment category is broader and includes the ink I create. Jason Logan, author of "Make Ink," writes "What distinguishes ink from other art supplies is its use as a tool for communication. People have been leaving marks with berries, burnt sticks, or colored rocks since the dawn of humanity--but the use of ink as a transmitter of language can be traced back to the first evidence of civilization in China and Mesopotamia...gaining the ability to permanently mark symbols on a flat surface meant that ideas could be saved, transported, and shared." One of the recipes in his book is made with oak galls, small balls on oak trees made from a gall wasp laying eggs on the bark--and was created and used to write in some of the oldest Bibles and the Magna Carta.
Our existence is forever linked to the earth and her iron; iron is a primary driver of universal elements and runs in our blood. I read a quote recently that said something like "landscapes that are long gone live inside you." When I go out foraging for fodder for my next creation, I engage all of my senses and ground down into my body--this body that is of the earth that will become its dirt again someday.
The land works on us, too
In my last blog, I spoke about kinship with the land. Working with earth pigments is the next step in this journey I didn't ask for, it seemed to ask for me. Thus far, it has included foraging and, to some degree, processing. Foraging--grinding--refining--washing/levigating--using heat to shift color--using mordants to shift color (ink)--these are all becoming familiar to me as a practice.
And for what? Why do this? Isn't it so much work?
It is, but it is work that changes you--a sort of spiritual alchemy--a return to something primal, instinctual, and it carries a sense of place, time, and belonging. I did have to unlearn the mindset of 'things' and relearn the ancestral mindset of 'interspecies ecology.' Plus, it's a double act of creation; there's the creation of the paint/ink/etc., and then the creation of art work with these natural media.
Nick Neddo, a fully organic/land-based artist from Vermont, writes in his book "The Organic Artist," "Much of this satisfaction comes form the process of transformation that occurs each time we make something form another thing. One of the results of making things from the landscape by hand is the unavoidable deepening of one's knowledge of (and relationship to) the local bioregion where we live. Through working with raw materials, we begin to learn to speak the language of that particular material. We have to use our awareness to observe the specific characteristics, strengths, and limitations that are unique to the material...this level of participation with the landscape is a path to help us remember that we are part of its natural history and ecology, not just a visitor like an astronaut on a foreign planet."
I have witnessed this, and am learning to embody this practice. When I make ink, there is no other way to put it than that the ink tells me what it wants to do, especially putting inks together on paper. The way they mix, produce new colors, and where they go/won't go on the paper is absolutely intriguing. It's very much a conversation, a call and response. The creative process is interactive with the forces and species that created the material you're working with. Earth pigments found near each other can even be different based on a variety of factors. This week I ground three pigments that I thought were the same, and as I looked at the small jar, noted they were all a bit different from each other!
Change is the only constant
As I continue on this journey of curious exploration and creative expansion, I invite you to consider our ancestors' ingenuity, revolution, and our collective evolution. Re-root yourselves to the history of your place and time, and how you came to be here. At some point we became disconnected from 'nature' and began to see ourselves as apart from nature. It's quite the contrary.
"What if death is not necessarily a departure from this world, but rather a transformation in how we inhabit it? I am made out of water and atoms and carbon. The evidence of my senses suggests that I stay here forever--at least in some capacity, shifting forms."
-Anohni
Cheers, friends.