Someone I was to meet today just let me know that they are at the wrong address. I checked my website and noticed I haven’t updated the location page as yet. And I find this photo—with Anne Marie, Ken and his daughter, and my son Arijit, and husband Jay, (the photographer) all of who helped me paint the studio and hang up the sign, and make it what it became.
This September we completed 3 years of Studio Pause, and as I start Year Four, I have to let go my lease of the original space. The second location in Ballston became the favorite as people liked showing their work in the bigger space, found the closeness to the Metro a gift, and relaxed with the ample parking. And yet, others who knew the original space enjoyed the intimacy there, found “spaciousness,” and helped it grow.
But before the lease on the original studio was up we had one last Writing PAUSE there, or as studio member Mary Louise Marino called it, a Writing PAUSE soireé.
Like every Writing PAUSE, I had art prompts for the writers. This time it was the Empty Walls. Here’s what people wrote. And you can find photos from that session here. Thanks to everyone who joined in over the years to make this idea happen. I could not have done any of this without you.these empty walls
by Marythese empty walls ofbaked clay and endless skyof earth harvesting ideasthat sprout a show of creativepausethese walls filled with expressionsof art, writing, makingmemory, sharing, belongingpausefor a moment to take in the pastand imagine all that is yet to beon new walls, a new space,new art, story, communitythe endless sky awaits“Eulogy” for Studio Pause
by SharmilaThe body discardsthe soul remains.Each entity a baked claycomes to being.The possibilities of a soul’s journeycomparable to an endless sky.your time of existencewas oh so precious!You nurtured me, accepted me,Helped me express & explore.In the comfort of your armsI could dream without boundaries.You helped me pause, reflectand reclaim……an identity that I had leftsomewhere in my past
Thank you for endless sweet memories…Although your soul moves aheadfor a higher purposeThe emptiness on the wallscelebrate your existence…with an assurance that youhave moved on to changeother lives in another form.The other place needs you moreeven though you leave a voidyou also give the assuranceof filling it up with newer dreams.Many blessings for your soul’s journeyto touch many more beings.Your legacy shall never be forgotten.It’s the baton I will carry in my heartand keep the legacy alive.—A heartfelt closure to a sacred space thatmeant to me more than any words can describe.Ode to the Studio That Started It All
by RachelThese walls are not blank! They are full of memories… a black and white photo of a landscape filled with unusual machinery, teasing my imagination to go beyond the limitations of the structure and explore new meaning… a lunch bag covered in creative love meant just for his daughter, who will always be his little girl, brown-bagging her lunch to school… raindrops so skillfully shaded with pencil, bringing a whole new meaning to 50 shades of gray… a collage of an Angel with so many colors that I can’t help but feel grateful as I read the word “gratitude,” so perfectly placed on this pretty wall…The walls are now screaming with their own gratitude at the amazing woman who has entered their space for the last few years:“Thank you for loving me!Thank you for opening the eyes of the communityto all the possibilitiesthat a blank wall can bring!”
carefully arranged from many other words.
as the man remembered the day
with poetry on them
So is that wall empty?