Magical Memory

Pencil detail of tile designs, Magical Memory art at Third Eve

In her book Holy Personal: Looking for Small Places of Worship, Laura Chester tells the inspiring story of artist Michael Dowling.

Dowling had loved art for as long as he could remember, but it made its first profound impression on him in the first grade.

“When I was six,” Dowling recalls, “I made a pattern of a checkerboard grid, a purple square, then a yellow square with a purple flower. I had no idea what I was doing, but for some reason I took it to my next door neighbor’s house, Mrs. Strong, and she said, ‘Oh, that’s so beautiful. I’d love to have wallpaper made out of that.’”

When he took his pattern to school the next day, though, his work was ridiculed and rejected by his teacher and classmates.

He continues, “I recently remembered this–for now I’m working on this tile floor piece, and the tiles, it turns out, are based on early Celtic designs that are exactly the same grid as the grid I did when I was six, the 64 squares, which is really a checkerboard or chess board–very big in Celtic mythology.”

“I was in my studio recently, contemplating these tiles, and I had a vision of the checkerboard I had painted when I was six years old. That same day my twin nieces invited me to come to their school as a visiting artist. […] I gave them all tiles to paint on, and I told them the story of Mrs. Strong.”

“Later that afternoon, when I was dropping my nieces off, my sister showed me Mrs. Strong’s obituary. We discovered that the wake was being held right around the corner, so we both went, and I was able to tell her children, my childhood friends, this story.

“I love that kind of drawstring that pulls various events of your life together.”

Laura Chester, Holy Personal, pp. 10-12.

When we’re born with gifts, many times our parents overlook or fail to recognize them. Children must then find parental surrogates among accessible adults such as teachers. In this story, Michael Dowling’s gift for art was overlooked by his parents and teachers alike. In fact, when he brought his gift into the classroom, as so often happens, it was not merely ignored, but also ridiculed. This is the fate of so many artistic, creative, and brilliant children.

Michael Dowling was born with a gift. From the earliest age he could remember, his calling was to do art. His journey must have taken many twists and turns between third grade and adulthood, but eventually, it led him to a decision–to transform a root cellar into a personal place of worship, where he rediscovered art.

It is no mistake, I think, that he had to go underground to carve out a place for the Divine–and for his real Self.

As Dowling worked on the tiles for his chapel, he suddenly recalled the checkerboard he had drawn at six years old. Within hours of making the connection between his present self, tiling the chapel floor, and his childhood self, creating the checkerboard, he was invited to be the visiting artist at his twin nieces’ school. To me, the twins also seemed to symbolically represent the two halves of a whole–one that Michael Dowling felt had been ‘split in two’ the day his teacher mocked his art. The day this all came together for Michael Dowling, there was no more, “right and left, light and dark, wet and dry, visible and invisible.” All was one with him the day the artist took residence.

Michael Dowling’s story reminded me to remember. It reminded me to think back to the times during my childhood when I knew the world was magical, mysterious, and frighteningly powerful.

I know what it’s like to tremble in awe.
I have known long, lazy hours of living in tiny villages made of pebbles,
of being a wild girl running through shoulder-high wheat,
of running naked in the rain through a field;
of wearing moccasins and hunting the antelope.
I’ve been a soldier, an Arctic explorer, a blind and mute girl,
a gypsy, and a princess.
I wrote poems by the hundreds,
and I’m still trying to find them.

But I know about Michael Dowling’s gift, because I know about my own.

How about you? Do you remember your magic?
Do you know what’s happened to your gift?

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Chester, Laura. Holy Personal: Looking for Small Places of Worship. Indianapolis, IN: Indiana University Press, 2000.

Hollis, James. The Middle Passage: From Misery to Meaning in Midlife. Toronto, Canada: Inner City Books, 1993.

SPOKE (formerly Medicine Wheel Productions), the arts organization and nonprofit founded by Michael Dowling.


14 responses to “Magical Memory”

  1. William Avatar
    William

    As a lifelong artist I find it interesting to hear that rejection of early work by teachers and classmates is common. That experience was one of my earliest memories of bringing a drawing to the outside world. I’ve often wondered how it helped shape my sense of self worth and confidence.

    1. Anne Avatar

      Welcome, William. You comment, while brief, is poignant. It reminded me of something the famous artist Edvard Munch said: “When seen as a whole, art derives from a person’s desire to communicate himself to another. I do not believe in an art which is not forced into existence by a human being’s desire to open his heart. All art, literature and music must be born in your heart’s blood.” Thus, as a lifelong writer, these days I’m thinking that our shared experiences of rejection are more about the rejection of the child-person who opens their heart to a world designed for collectives. Have you thought more about how early rejection did shape your sense of worth and confidence in this world? How has your inner artist survived, or even thrived?

  2. Michael Dowling Avatar

    Hello

    Get in touch with me if you want

    Michael

    1. Anne Avatar

      Oh, my gosh! It’s the real Michael Dowling!

      /faints

      I love your story, and feel so honored that you’ve stopped by. 😊

  3. Smiler Avatar

    What a great post. So many things about it resonated with me . When we’re aware that we have the gift of creativity (and having that awareness is half the battle), then there’s the whole matter of “becoming open enough to follow the meanderings of the spirit”. For some of us this process happens smoothly, as a serpent sheds it’s skin, while others have to be taken there kicking and screaming.

    If you are, like myself, the kind of artist who’se found a job which somewhat resembles your vocation, the lines become blurry and confused. But the soul knows. It is never fooled.

    Michael Dowling was lucky in that his vocation seemed clear. But what happens when life has given you so many gifts that it’s not a question of finding them, but rather finding which one needs the most attention? What then?

    1. Anne Avatar

      Smiler, oh, excellent question! — “What happens when life has given you so many gifts that it’s not a question of finding them, but rather finding which one needs the most attention?”

      My immediate response (ever the Jungian) is to let them find you as they wish.

      This is the renaissance sort of person, not as rare as we like to pretend nowadays. You should blog about this. :o)

  4. Rebecca Avatar

    What a great post.
    I think I use my gifts fairly well within my life. I hope so, anyhow.

    1. Anne Avatar

      Hi, Beck. I agree… you do seem to use your gifts well from what can be seen.

      How did that happen? 😉

  5. Smiler Avatar

    Thanks, Anne, for your reply. I agree about letting the muses find me in their own time. I’m just reading Jung for the first time (The Portable Jung – by Joseph Campbell), and I find it amazing how much of his philosophy I’ve internalized without realizing it. Now I can say I’m Jungian—Yay!—Another label to affix to myself. Renaissance revisited: I love your suggestion of a post on this. I’ll be setting it in motion no later than today!

  6. renaissanceguy Avatar

    Anne, thanks for addressing Smiler with such a cogent answer. I have had the same question, and I appreciate your answer.

  7. renaissanceguy Avatar

    Eve, good extension of earlier themes on your blog.

    Yes, I do remember my magic. Fortunately it was mostly nourished and empowered. A few folks tried to stamp it out occasionally, but I mostly ignored them.

    I utilize my gifts. They help keep me “sane”–or at least as sane as I want to be. Sanity, in the broad sense, is not all it’s cracked up to be.

    1. Anne Avatar

      RG, better to have a gift ignored and unmolested than messed with by people like Michael Dowling’s teacher, I guess. And I agree, sanity isn’t all it’s cracked up to be! That was funny.

  8. Lee's River Avatar

    Very interesting post – very apt that Dowling’s early fascination with geometric figures should have led him to tile-making.

    1. Anne Avatar

      I thought it was interesting, too. I Googled him and he’s still an artist in the eastern part of the country. Judging from what he said in the book, he wasn’t merely fascinated by geometric figures, he was obsessed with them, building shapes and figures incessantly with whatever was handy (blocks, dominos, etc.).

      I’m happy for him that he managed to keep this part of his real self alive in a world that doesn’t take kindly to obsessive little kids.

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