Nina Gaby

Essays, art, and healthcare


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Another Opening Another Show, UNBOUND IX at Artistree Gallery, Pomfret, Vermont

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“If Counting Could Betray Disaster”…slip rolled porcelain scrolls bound in gravel and vintage boxNina Gaby Art (Web Ready) BDP-1636Nina Gaby Art (Web Ready) BDP-1638What do we owe to inspiration? Happenstance? Several years ago–six, seven, we lose count at my age–I came upon a book arts show outside of Woodstock, Vermont at a then small gallery (it has since moved to a beautiful building with a barn and theater) I’d never been to before. “UNBOUND (maybe V, maybe VI)” was up, their annual show. That voice in my head that I know so well, the “I want to do this” voice, rang out loud and clear. It’s happened before–holding a baby when I was young and hearing the voice convince me I wanted to have one someday. While considering my options for the future (I was in therapy at the time) the voice encouraged me to become a therapist myself. While devouring a book I realized, “I want to do this myself,” and I became a writer. And the first time I touched a mound of clay in the art studio in high school–”I gotta do this”–followed by looking at contemporary porcelain emerging as its own art form while I was a student at School for the American Crafts. And then seeing the show at Artistree Gallery–the many ways narrative could take form. BAM. I was at a low point creatively, was in a job that was less fulfilling than I’d hoped, and reeling from the financial and emotional disasters of the still recent past–and I got to work and my mixed-media-loosely-called-book-arts pieces were accepted the following year. A year or two after that I won First Prize. I owe so much to that moment of happenstance coupled with inspiration.

In the past, as an artist, I was lucky, hardworking, had many shows at galleries across the country. Galleries clamored for me, it seemed so easy. The wonderful art community in Rochester, NY and the Shoestring Gallery, the Memorial Art Gallery, pieces in the permanent collections of the Smithsonian and Arizona State University–I was embraced as a young artist. An old friend warned me back in 1977 that I “self actualized” too early, and it would be downhill. Certainly these recent years in Vermont have been more difficult at times, nonetheless, at the risk of sounding like a Hallmark card, rejection makes acceptance that much sweeter.

Yesterday at the clinic I was working with a patient who, while struggling with depression and anxiety, has some exquisite moments in their studio. We paused together and celebrated that lucky crapshoot of creativity and the amazing energy it can bring if we pay attention. What would happen to us if those moments were made unavailable by funding cuts and the disappearance of brick-and-mortar galleries, museums, bookstores? A subject for another day.

UNBOUND IX opens tonight. It’s always a fun time.

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Liminal Spaces

 

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“Liminal Space” mixed media, Nina Gaby 2019

I am working with a student one day a week at the clinic. She is already a seasoned medical nurse practitioner who is now studying for her second certification in psychiatry and I mentor her on Thursdays. At first I was anxious, as while I know the psychopharmacology, in my practice I use a lot of intuition and experience. I match symptoms and medications (or maybe no medications) and try to “get” the person before I make recommendations. I’m not one to ponder long on the functionality of a receptor site in the brain or the half life of a molecule. I want to know what the patient wants out of this experience, what has worked in the past, and what their insurance (or the generosity of a pharmaceutical rep) might cover. And then it’s on to the next patient because it is always a busy day. Is this even going to begin to answer all a student’s questions?

So it is a great surprise to find that, at the end of the day, she and I can actually explore the “beingness” of our patients. That instead of rushing through my documentation alone in the now quiet office before jumping in the car to commute home, sometimes a little teary or anxious about all the stories I have heard that day, I can actually sit with a brilliant colleague and ponder the bigger questions. Some of them pretty existential in nature. As my Kundalini yoga teacher said to me yesterday, “You guys sit in the belly of the beast.” And as I like to think–we stand staring into the abyss, holding hands and containing what we can. Feeling honored by the process.

And then I go into the studio or sit down at my laptop and try to transform what I have learned from the process into something meaningful that reaches people through words or images. Art is a beautiful antidote, and here is a link to my latest published essay on Randon Billings Noble’s journal “After the Art”:

https://aftertheart.com/2019/03/19/certain-imperfection-revisiting-zetsu-no-8/

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Detail, “Zetsu #8” by Nishida Jun, Museum of Fine Arts, Boston-permanent collection

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Nina Gaby: “Ways to Tell a Story,” interview by Shirley Dawson; Ceramics Art + Perception, #111

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