Art Exhibition at Congress 2019
ArtSIG produced an array of imagery and poems from this years' Congress. We are showcasing the pieces of work to show the hard work and creativity that went into each post.
ArtSIG chose 'The liminal space' as the theme for the first Congress exhibition, as it took place in an in-between space, where attendees may have been reflecting on the last seminar they attended, preparing for the next, or perhaps just daydreaming about something completely unrelated.
We give special thanks to Tiago Costa, for his excellent flyer encouraging people to submit their work to our first Congress exhibition.
The word liminal is derived from the Latin limen, meaning threshold. “The liminal space” is therefore that space that lies somewhere in-between. The term can be applied literally, as for example to a corridor, an airlock, or a lift, but it is now more commonly used to refer to a psychological or psychoanalytic conceptual space: a space that lies between dreaming and wakefulness, between alertness and altered consciousness, or perhaps between childhood and adulthood.
Certainly, most would agree that those aspects of our existence that appear to define us most as human - art and creativity, as well as humour - tend to develop or arise from this mental space, in which we are not fully conscious or cognitively aware, yet also not completely ignorant of our activities. We are in an in-between state.
We live here
bearing qualities of the two phases it lies between, but fully being neither
Chaos and control
How appropriate then, that we find ourselves trying to grasp so many lacunae here
Gradually transforming from clear to opaque where translucent can last for miles
This in-between is no small thing
Where we pause,
until we are yet again cast into the vacuum
and narrow tunnel inside the wall as I crawled along on my stomach like a toddler. Ecstatic upon hearing the sound of thunder and seeing the flashes of light from outside towards the end of tunnel, the effort was enhanced multifolds. Breathing heavily and sweating profusely, I kept on tunnelling through the wall in order to escape my liminal space.
'There is no tunnel'- one voice said, and it was not Andy's.
'Do you know where you are?' -Another voice asked. I did know where I was - I was in my liminal space.
Not so long later, maintaining a relatively stagnant posture, my pants were pulled down which I attributed to the attempted crawling as I hoped to lunge closer - I mean, that's what I thought initially as my hand got stuck while trying to pull it back up. To be honest, I was least bothered with what had happened at that time until I realized I was unable to move any further. It seemed like something was holding me back - or someone - in fact a few. 'Not again' - I exclaimed. I knew what a restraint felt like.