Two women face their illnesses through painting, sculpture
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Sunday, August 26, 2001
By Dana Oland
The Idaho Statesman
Surel Mitchell
Art helps make sense of it all
Surel Mitchell feels the weight of
the paintbrush in her hand. She adjusts her grip and fingers its straight
shape, its smooth wooden surface. A paintbrush once felt like part of her
being, like her thumb or a finger, a bridge from herself to her canvas.
Holding the brush now is different.
It's hard to describe how. It's just not the same. It feels distant and
thick in her hand.
"It's the MS," she said. She was
diagnosed with multiple sclerosis 17 years ago. "I never thought about
touch being something other than temperature or pressure or pin pricks,
but it is."
She sets the brush down. That's enough
for now. Once a prolific artist who worked hours upon hours, now she works
for short periods -- sometimes five minutes, sometimes 20. Then exhaustion
takes over.
It takes longer, but every stroke
changes something, she says. Every stroke heals.
"I don't know how people who aren't
artists deal with something like this."
Mitchell has spent a lifetime putting
her thoughts, fears, frustrations and joys on a canvas. It's how she functions
in the world. Since being diagnosed with MS, and then with systemic lupus
three years ago, the 56-year-old artist has found her work helps her make
sense of it all.
"You're not expecting anyone to pass
judgment on it, then you can let out a lot of things. I was an artist before
I was sick, so I was already processing all this emotional garbage. It's
not like I started it to be the therapy. It's truly a gift that I have.
Without it, I'd go crazy."
Her art helps her process her diseases,
she says. It has even shaped her art.
Her MS diagnosis came in 1984. One
morning, while on vacation in McCall with her husband and daughters, Mitchell
woke up to find the vision in her right eye flecked with small pinholes
of darkness.
It wasn't the first time this had
happened. The first time, she had convinced herself it was a fluke. The
second episode was terrifying. By late afternoon the dark spots were growing
together. By evening she had no vision in her right eye.
An optical specialist in Portland
recommended Mitchell see a specialist with an expertise in MS. That's when
she knew.
MS has erratic symptoms. Plaques
form around the nerves. Sometimes signals work; other times, they don't.
She's experienced loss of sensation
throughout her body. It's like the paintbrush in her hand; the world feels
thick and removed.
She has trouble focusing at times
and has sporadic memory lapses. Once, she forgot how to tie her shoelace.
Another time, she couldn't remember how to park her car.
"I just couldn't do it. I looked
like a fool. It's very scary to think about, and depressing, because I
was very aware of what was happening," Mitchell said. "I can feel my brain
shrinking."
Then the symptom goes away. Tomorrow,
it may be something else, or she may be fine.
"It's really funny how your brain
adjusts. It catches up. Our whole nervous system is amazing."
The systemic lupus also affects her
brain. It also makes her feel sick at times and generally exhausted. The
heat makes it worse. It drains her energy to the point where she can do
nothing. That makes her "a mole person" in the summer she says.
"Blinking is sometimes an effort."
Mitchell takes medication daily.
One for the lupus that she injects helps her concentrate, but it's not
the same.
"I used to be really productive.
I can't focus. I can't concentrate. Everything is an effort."
Her illnesses have forced her to
change how she works over and over again.
Paintings from those different periods
of her life hang on most every wall of her large, open home studio: Large
flowers done in oil stick hang in the bedroom; a wildly colorful, highly
textured abstract towers over the couch; small, intricate, mixed-media
collage pieces dominated by bright copper foil are sprinkled everywhere.
There is even a piece for her cat,
Ms. Claw-dia. The small framed image of a cat hangs just above Claw-dia's
bowl, about four inches off the floor.
Everything else lives in storage
shelves at one end of her space.
The paintings from her black period
were inspired by her temporary vision loss.
Mitchell bought as much black paint
as she could find and painted large expanses of darkness interrupted by
great intrusions of bright, metallic colors depicting light.
"It was saying, 'Intrusions can be
good. Change can be good.' That's what I was dealing with."
The period lasted three years.
Her dancing colors, a series of large
canvases featuring squiggles and slashes of brilliant color "dancing,"
came next.
Then came duct tape.
"I thought that if I had duct tape
in my house, my car and my studio, I could hold my life together. I thought,
if you love it, use it."
As her marriage fell apart and her
disease became worse, Mitchell started using duct tape on her canvases
to make lines and define spaces.
Then, when she lost the sensation
in her hands, and holding a paintbrush was depressing, she found copper.
On a trip to New York City, she stopped
in the Canal Street Surplus Store and found pieces of copper foil. She
brought them home and let them sit for a while.
"Finally, I realized that if I didn't
get out to the studio, I was going to flip out completely, so I started
working with the copper."
Even though her hands were at first
awkward, with limited sensation, she found the copper would respond to
her touch.
She could bend, puncture and color
it.
She could mutilate and camouflage
it. She could make it look different, but the molecules were the same.
"Like me in reverse. I look the same,
but I'm not the same."
That's a theme she's worked on again
and again, like her piece about hybrid creatures.
The beasts are half lion, half bird.
Some are serpent-like.
One is the image of a monkey injected
with a florescent jellyfish gene so scientists can track the gene in its
system.
In the top center is a mirror.
"I can look at this and ask, 'Am
I the hybrid creature?' "
Mitchell will continue to pick up
a paintbrush every day she can, she said. The day she can't express herself
will be the day she gives up, she said.
"I don't like to think like that.
I'm really an optimist. If I can't do visual art, I suppose I would write
or speak into a tape recorder. What if I end up in a wheelchair? I'll become
a wall designer, and I'll be in an automatic wheelchair and with a bucket
of paint and a brush and have an automatic arm so I can slap color on a
wall."
Juliana Arriaran
She's 'saying no to the disease'
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The clay shape in the corner of Mosaic
Gallery Wine Bar gleams under the small, soft, white spotlights. The piece
shows a torso. One side is withered and hollow, the other full and energized.
To its creator, Juliana Arriaran,
the piece pays homage to her recovery from breast cancer.
"With Gratitude Arms of Love" is
a powerful piece among this body of work completed in 2001.
"I'm so grateful I can use my arms,"
Arriaran said. "I know the fear of cancer. With this piece, I'm looking
at it and saying no to the disease and yes to life."
With her hands in clay, Arriaran
has healed a litany of sorrows, fear, tragedy and cancer.
"With Gratitude" was inspired by
her third cancer threat in 1998. She had to go in for a bone scan to see
if it had spread to her bones. The experience, fear and emotion shocked
her and pushed her back to her first diagnosis.
Arriaran was diagnosed with breast
cancer in 1990, one year after her brother was murdered as he was robbed
in Florida.
She received her diagnosis by mail
in Hawaii, as she waited to enter a Buddhist retreat. She began studying
Buddhism in 1981, mixing its tenants with her Christian beliefs.
She was devastated.
" 'Why me?' I thought. I was an emerging
artist. I had worked so hard. It wasn't fair. But I had to let go of that,"
Arriaran said. She went into a meditation retreat.
With the support of her Buddhist
teacher, Arriaran decided on surgery to remove her right breast without
chemotherapy.
She had the option for a partial
mastectomy and radiation treatments, but decided to have the more invasive
surgery instead.
"When they gave me that option, I
asked my teacher if I should keep my breast. She said, 'What do you want
to keep it for?' It made me think, what's more important -- this breast
or my life?"
Arriaran returned to Boise, her home
since 1978, to heal.
Her physical recovery was slow. After
the breast surgery, her arms were weak. Doctors had removed 18 lymph glands
in her chest and right arm. She wasn't sure she had the strength to sculpt.
Another cancer scare came a year
later. That led to a hysterectomy. Her stress was magnified 10 days later
when her father died. Six months later, her grandmother died.
After her hysterectomy and the stress
and loss of her father's death, there was the emotional work, too.
"I had to let go of so many things,
my idea of glamour and pride. I had to grapple with my own mortality."
Arriaran had all but given up.
Then came "Restoration."
It was a serendipitous phone call.
A man by chance in the Boise Airport saw a small piece of Arriaran's on
display without even so much as a name plate to identify it as hers. He
tracked her down and asked for a piece in that style.
She didn't want to sculpt, but she
needed the money.
As she worked, three figures emerged
from the clay, each enveloping the other. The work was inspired by her
personal experience and her Buddhist studies.
At the bottom, a child reaches to
the Earth, "reclaiming the right to be here." Above, a large figure encircles
the child, "preserving what is good." Behind them, a young girl, "an innocent,"
looks out from a fold in the clay.
Arriaran worked in physical pain.
Her body was still sore from surgery. The incisions were still red. The
muscles in her right arm, which still shows small, lump-like scars, had
weakened, and working was an effort. But the piece was a turning point.
"It restored my faith in life. It
picked me off the couch. I had given up the idea of working."
In "Restoration" she found the essence
of her beliefs, she said.
In order to create the third figure
of the young girl, she had to meditate. She knew something needed to be
there, but didn't know what. She fasted. She meditated.
"I realized I had been working and
studying with master teachers, but I was too dependent on them. I needed
to free-fall and trust myself."
Her studio became and remains a crucible
in which she blends her beliefs with her sculpture.
"My faith is my art. This is where
I meditate. This is where I come to awareness. It's like going into a dream.
Dreams speak. You can ignore them, but they will come out somehow."
For Arriaran, her awareness emerges
through her work.
She began working in clay as a young
girl.
She wanted to be a folk potter. In
looking for a teacher, she came to Boise and met master potter John Takehara,
who was a professor at Boise State University at the time.
He became her mentor, her friend
and her inspiration. Takehara was the first person to spot Arriaran's bent
for sculpture. He spotted a small piece she did as part of her graduate
project in 1986.
"He said, 'You need to do this.'
And I really found my voice. I've been sculpting ever since."
Today, her art is an essential part
of her healing process, both physically and spiritually. As she works in
clay, she draws on her emotions. She puts her thoughts into the piece,
transforming it into a mirror of her experience. That helps her get it
out. Then, she can see it clearly as something tangible in her life, she
said.
"It seems I'm always healing something,"
Arriaran said. "The form speaks about it. Words fall short. The work reveals
itself to me, about what was happening to me, before I realized I'm doing
it."
Like one of her pieces, she has reshaped
herself over the past 11 years, she said. Her experience with cancer, her
loss of loved ones, her acceptance of herself the way she is today have
sculpted a new person.
"Eleven years out of cancer, I look
in the mirror and there's an entirely different person there," Arriaran
said.
"All my life, I wanted to be anyone
but me. Cancer was the beginning of the walk home to me. I wish I didn't
have to lose body parts to do it."
Arriaran continues to work on her
sculpture but now she wants to take her experience and expand it.
She is waiting to find out about
a career internship through the Kennedy Center to work with VSA Arts of
Idaho, an organization that brings art into hospitals, nursing homes and
other places to encourage people with physical and mental disabilities
and illness to work in and explore arts.
To offer story ideas or comments,
contact reporter Dana Oland at doland@idahostatesman.com or 377-6442.