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Artist Statement // The EmBRAce Project

Susanne From The EmBRAce Project Series

Susanne
From The EmBRAce Project Series

The EmBRAce Project

A series of collaged photographs by Jacqueline Baerwald

The EmBRAce Project is a series of still life portraits that capture a feminine self image.

What lies close to each woman's heart - hinting at her world, internally and externally? The object placed on her “heart” symbolizes what is nearest and dearest to her right then, some cheering, others challenging. A quote accompanies each photo as if it were words of wisdom the woman would like to pass along to the viewers. Each image is named as if she actually existed, even though she is merely a portrayal of various identities. The images depict snapshots of each woman’s journey to embrace and process all the parts of herself that are potentially hidden, unexplored, guarded, discarded or privately held dear - the good, bad and the ugly. Will she embrace herself so fully that ultimately she can find the joy that’s hidden under all the layers of baggage? I hope so.

It all began with a chance photograph my husband took of laundry and leaves.

The composition captured my attention and awakened my insecurity about my own identity, femininity and vulnerability. Who am I? What’s my purpose? Why do I feel  so awkward with myself? What’s really important to me? Why am I not really enjoying life? Do I really love myself?

The EmBRAce Project grew out of these yet unsatisfied subsurface inquiries. Why was I subconsciously judging, categorizing and dismissing myself based on exterior stereotypical trimmings, and thinking others were doing the same about me? Is that who I am? Or, as I discovered later, was my identity based more on what I held dear in my deeply guarded heart of hearts? Did I even know where that was or what was there? As an artist and a human I‘ve spent most of my life living out of my head - overthinking everything, analyzing every detail, doubly ensuring I got it right, fearing failure and abandonment. Growing up I was inadvertently taught that my heart could only lead me astray, to listen to it was dangerous. So I tucked it neatly away in a safe-from-me (and others) place and set my rule-oriented mind to guide me through thick and thin. I thought I could conveniently forget that feeling was part of being human. 

Something struck me that day I laid eyes on that simple snapshot of a bra and fall foliage.

There was something about perceiving that void between those two nurturing symbols of femininity. Somewhere underneath the glossy exterior hid a heart invisible, buried deep, safely kept away from the light of day and my awareness. What really lay locked in there, sealed from my conscious mind? Could it be the key to what I’d been missing, what my mind had been unsuccessfully searching for? On a whim I decided to try something new and bold for me. Don’t think - just do. Don’t analyze - just synthesize. Don’t contemplate - just create. Make based on how it feels rather than doing an profusion of research, list-making, rule-writing and compiling of a compendium of carefully outlined constraints. Wing it. Go out on a limb. Take a leap. It was electrifying and enjoyable! I didn’t have to know what that pile of props meant, instead only ask if the mood and impression were captivating. Allow my intuition to guide. Open my heart and see what would emerge. Could I embrace this part of myself so long stifled?

Was I willing to be vulnerable - with myself, with others - through creating and then showing this spontaneous, sensitive subject? Honestly, most of these compositions were created over two years ago and then sat languishing on my computer, buried, just like my continued confused feelings about myself as my heart and head struggled to make sense of each other. It’s personal and unpredictable to open my heart, find myself, and just be. My mind reeled with a thousand questions - Am I really that? What will others think? What will they say? Will I fall? Fail? Lose? Be alone? The negative mind chatter was endless. But it couldn’t see the whole picture. Resolved to engage life with my whole being - mind, heart, body and spirit - I could start to truly see what’s important to me, to enjoy, nurture and embrace my true self. Many layers of baggage and damage had to surface up out of my heart, and frankly still is. Not all of it is pretty - some pitiful, some painful, some passionate - but all is pertinent. If I was to find my own voice, first I had to allow my heart to speak. 

Don’t overthink it. 

J O Y ♥︎ - Just Open Your Heart.


Note: All photographs were matted and framed by the artist, including collaging the wallpaper used in each photo’s background. Frames do not include glass.

A Poetic Commentary: Alone I Die, Lest I Learn To Fly

Alone I Die, Lest I Learn To Fly In the Garden of Beasts Series

Alone I Die, Lest I Learn To Fly
In the Garden of Beasts Series

Alone I Die, Lest I Learn To Fly

    isolated on this lonely isle

    filthy, dirty, wretched, and vile

GRAY MATTER

    twas it a matter of conscience?

    how then twas much of me conscious?

encyclopedia of MORALS

    gone over and over and over again

    to this torment shall there be no end?

WHEN BOUNDARIES BETRAY US

    twas never meant to do harm

    must then be taken so by his charm

the year of MAGICAL THINKING

    became a score and two of its dark spell

    secretly keeping in me heart this hell

Our Game

    twas to be so innocent but of course

    yea innocence twas lost through subtle force

I NEVER PROMISED YOU A ROSE GARDEN

    memories forget any pledge be made

    but untold confessions of being afraid

F.I.A.S.C.O

    be tangled in this failure

    abandoned feel and out of favor

Body and Soul

    harm not one without the other

    heal not one without another

A Death of Innocence

    isolated in this lone isle

    must me thoughts and I reconcile

A Poetic Commentary: Kitty Cat, Kitty Cat, Scratched My Leg

Kitty Cat, Kitty Cat, Scratched My Leg Melondy: Issues of Adolescence Series

Kitty Cat, Kitty Cat, Scratched My Leg
Melondy: Issues of Adolescence Series

Kitty Cat, Kitty Cat, Scratched My Leg

    and you didn’t ask anymore questions

    no need to make anymore confessions

A TEAR AND A SMILE 

    shed a tear, slash a tear

    smile in relief of this nightmare

BLEEDING HEART

    cut my arm to stop the pain

    and you think I’m just insane

BEYOND THIS POINT ARE MONSTERS

    no, not hiding under my bed

    no, they abide inside my head

BLOOD WORK 

    numb, so numb, here I kneel

    carve out my pain, just want to feel

ASYLUM FOR THE QUEEN 

    nowhere is safe, you don’t understand

    it is my blood they demand

THE DETLING SECRET

    that I could never tell

    you can’t comprehend my hell

KILLER'S LAUGHTER

    they're never quiet

    but live in a perpetual riot

Helping Someone with Mental Illness

    helping? you think you’re helping?

    no, it’s just too overwhelming

STOLEN LIVES 

    stolen? is it worth getting back?

    I’ll just suffer another anxiety attack

 

A Poetic Commentary: Trick or Treat?

Trick or Treat? Melondy: Issues of Adolescence Series

Trick or Treat?
Melondy: Issues of Adolescence Series

Trick Or Treat? 

    gotta compete, so cheat

    do it in a heartbeat, so bittersweet

thinwithin

    and without? oh, so I wish

    stomach, better bypass that dish

PERMANENT WEIGHT CONTROL

    such a dreamy illusion

    but all these diets? just adding to my
       confusion

THE ENORMOUS SHADOW

    of the monster inside

    perhaps starving will make it hide?

THE LOVELY BONES

    so beautiful just beneath my skin

    but I’ve got so far to go, to be perfect and thin

Take Big Bites

    what’s the point in resisting?

    ya, what’s really my point for existing?

DYING FOR CHANGE

    dying for sure

    but do I care for a cure?

BODY-FAT BREAKTHROUGH

    they say my mind’s askew

    just because I binge then refuse fondue?

LOSING IT

    ya, they’re losing control

    how’s it feel? losing the right to your own soul?

DIET AND DISEASE

    problem, problem, I’m the problem says their expertise

    why don't you just leave me alone . . .  please

 

A Poetic Commentary: Sticks & Stones

Sticks & Stones Melondy: Issues of Adolescence Series

Sticks & Stones
Melondy: Issues of Adolescence Series

Sticks & Stones

    ya, they’ll break your bones

    but what’s worse are the labels from the
        clones

Rivals

    they sneer at me from across the room

    their cutting words spell my doom

SCHOOL IS NOT A MISSILE RANGE

    I could wish this were actually true

    but no one else seems to feel the damage
        of this coup

Seasons That Laugh Or Weep 

    ya, they laugh, I weep - the cycle never ends

    but my tears are now as few as my friends

Secrets

    they’ll never know

    but now who cares if they did, commando

MINDING OUR OWN BUSINESS 

    wish they’d live what they say

    but this stuff is far from mere child’s play

BEST FRIENDS FOR NEVER

    never’s a long long time

    I guess alone I’ll make this long long climb

I Can’t Believe I Said That!

    ya, but you know it’s true

    you believe their lies - and not just a few

The Treasure of Friendship

    oh, the irony, such a mockery

    blast this state of cruel tyranny

The Meaning of Treason

    I’ll show you what it looks like

    my own overthrow of this third reich

ARMAGEDDON 

    no, it won’t be pretty

    but they’re the ones with no pity

 

 

P.S. (from my future self)

After all the pain and all the blame

    I have learned at least one small thing

Sticks and stones will break my bones

    and yes, names do also hurt me
 

But the power to forgive,

    gives me the ability to live

And set the prisoner free

    me

 

A Poetic Commentary: Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, Mirror Melondy: Issues of Adolescence Series

Mirror, Mirror
Melondy: Issues of Adolescence Series

Mirror, Mirror

    on the wall,

    who is the fairest one of all?

101 MASKS 

    is all I see,

    please tell, which one is me?

Super Beauty

    of coarse! she is so fair

    but why, do tell, is she so rare?

THE HOLLOW MAN 

    oh, you mean the one inside

    the one deep within me, trying to hide?

Beauty from the Sea 

    from the sea, the sea, 

    the deep sea I can’t see inside of me?

secrets of health & beauty

    secrets, ah yes, my secrets you want to know

    you say release my secrets and my beauty will show?

Life Mask

    fairest, fairest, the fairest one of all

    life is not the fairest, but unmasks the beauty behind the walls