Art Saves Lives
An essay series curated by Seema Reza & edited by Ben Weakley.
Introduction by Seema Reza
I begin writing workshops with new groups of people by saying “Writing has saved my life. It continues to save my life on a regular basis.” I say it because it’s true. I say it because the best way to help people feel comfortable about being vulnerable is by modeling it. And mostly, I say it because it calms my own nerves to admit right up front that I am still working on saving my own life. It reminds me that this work, this moment, the act of writing is sacred. The stakes are high.
In the space after I say it, the room leans in. People who have been stifled by the pressure to pretend they are perfect are able to relax into the hard work at hand. People who are skeptical that someone like me, who gets to sit at the head of the table, could possibly get it trust me a little bit more.
I hope that this series of essays will give the writers of each piece the opportunity to reflect on the sacred act of art making and allow readers to feel seen and safe to reach further inside of themselves in their own art making practice.
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Art Saves Lives essays are listed below in order from the most recent to the oldest post.
Art Saves Lives: From Viewing To Creating, From Healing To Thriving by Susan Niemi
Seeing her in the gallery, I moved to stand / in her presence. Instantaneous connection / with the face on the canvas amplified the / disconnect with the one in my mirror. I have long been fascinated by artists and their art, but believed I was incapable of creation....
Art Saves Lives: Bringing Our Light into the Dark by Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg
I sat cross-legged on a curb in the middle of New Jersey in the middle of the 1970s and wrote a poem about despair. I was fourteen, it was humid and windless, and I was waiting outside my father’s girlfriend’s apartment to go home where my father and I had barricaded...
Art Saves Lives: On Poetry and Community by Carla R. Sameth
Usually, I am one to find the thread of dark humor even in the worst of circumstances. But I found myself at a loss. I had been increasingly depressed and anxious since a confluence of world and family events descended, including family deaths and friends’ severe...
Art Saves Lives: In Spite of Perfection by Cynthia Dewi Oka
For most of my life, I could not bear my own face. Though I would recognize what I saw in the mirror as familiar, I did not feel it was mine. What I did feel was that it was wrong. I was raised like a prisoner on an island that most consider a paradise. My parents...