THE ART OF INTROSPECTION

A Self-Portrait Photography series by Susitna MaraSul 


When you heal yourself, you heal us All.
Do the Work
When you express yourself, you give a gift to another by holding space for them, and offer opportunity to connect and therefore dispel the painful delusion of isolation.
Show up honestly and generously.   
When you face your own Shadow, you either leave this existence or become unconditional Love.
Choose love, always. 
This is a chronicle of my journey, of my healing, of my expressions in visual and written form. Enjoy. 

  
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COYOTE ///   Cosmic Joker. Great Trickster. The Medicine Dog.  "Whatever the medicine is, good or bad, you can be sure it will make you laugh, even painfully. You can also be sure that Coyote will teach you a lesson about yourself...All your self-mirrors may shatter...If you can't laugh at yourself, you have lost the game"  -Jamie Sams  Medicine Cards    The name VEO Arts comes from the realization that existence and everything we fill it with - love, creating, believing, laughing, crying, dying, is all about learning how to see. Nothing pulls off the blinders as abruptly or poignantly as a nice string of tricks, brilliantly executed by the Parasite Mind and brought to you by Coyote Medicine.  And so it is. 

COYOTE /// 

Cosmic Joker. Great Trickster. The Medicine Dog. 
"Whatever the medicine is, good or bad, you can be sure it will make you laugh, even painfully. You can also be sure that Coyote will teach you a lesson about yourself...All your self-mirrors may shatter...If you can't laugh at yourself, you have lost the game" 
-Jamie Sams Medicine Cards

The name VEO Arts comes from the realization that existence and everything we fill it with - love, creating, believing, laughing, crying, dying, is all about learning how to see. Nothing pulls off the blinders as abruptly or poignantly as a nice string of tricks, brilliantly executed by the Parasite Mind and brought to you by Coyote Medicine.  And so it is. 

ALTER EGO///  Art is ultimately an exploration, a chance to put on a character mask in order to explore a new way of being, of seeing - expressing feelings that we as ourselves find intolerable to feel. There is a certain amount of playfulness involved, and though the results may appear strange or dark, a certain lightheartedness and sense of release lies underneath every expression. 

ALTER EGO///

Art is ultimately an exploration, a chance to put on a character mask in order to explore a new way of being, of seeing - expressing feelings that we as ourselves find intolerable to feel. There is a certain amount of playfulness involved, and though the results may appear strange or dark, a certain lightheartedness and sense of release lies underneath every expression. 

UNHINGED///  Sometimes one reaches a breaking point in life where all you can consider is..."Welp. I have finally done it. I have officially lost my marbles." And like all ilnesses, those of the mental variety, though unfairly stigmatized, hold within them deep truths and and simple, sweet lessons if we are brave enough to refuse the dark illusion that suffering in silence somehow makes us "better". Choose instead to reach out to those around you -- be they human, plant, animal or tree. Humans were never destined for solitude or separation. Rather, our birthright is love, connection, and co-creation from a posture of gratitude. 

UNHINGED///

Sometimes one reaches a breaking point in life where all you can consider is..."Welp. I have finally done it. I have officially lost my marbles." And like all ilnesses, those of the mental variety, though unfairly stigmatized, hold within them deep truths and and simple, sweet lessons if we are brave enough to refuse the dark illusion that suffering in silence somehow makes us "better". Choose instead to reach out to those around you -- be they human, plant, animal or tree. Humans were never destined for solitude or separation. Rather, our birthright is love, connection, and co-creation from a posture of gratitude. 

SILENCE///  We all have them, lies, lies, lies. How much we  yearn  for our secrets to be discovered. What cowards we are, playing silly games to let our secrets out instead of just declaring the truth.  The truth? Can anyone even tell the truth? What is the truth of where I come from? My god, the mountain of untold stories sits on my chest and crushes my lungs. I cannot breathe. I am choking on all the untold stories. The smell of alcohol on his breath. Fists crunching, skirts torn, the bleeding lips and blackened eyes and clandestine lovers and flowers crushed and torn. The children hiding underneath the bed, broken windows, bloody fists, wild and unfettered minds and the fires. Oh, the fires, the women in my family, we love to burn, we burn papers, fields, our fingers, our lungs and even our own houses filled with our own children. But the worst, the heaviest, the most unbearable pain of them all is the SILENCE.

SILENCE///

We all have them, lies, lies, lies. How much we yearn for our secrets to be discovered. What cowards we are, playing silly games to let our secrets out instead of just declaring the truth.

The truth? Can anyone even tell the truth? What is the truth of where I come from? My god, the mountain of untold stories sits on my chest and crushes my lungs. I cannot breathe. I am choking on all the untold stories. The smell of alcohol on his breath. Fists crunching, skirts torn, the bleeding lips and blackened eyes and clandestine lovers and flowers crushed and torn. The children hiding underneath the bed, broken windows, bloody fists, wild and unfettered minds and the fires. Oh, the fires, the women in my family, we love to burn, we burn papers, fields, our fingers, our lungs and even our own houses filled with our own children. But the worst, the heaviest, the most unbearable pain of them all is the SILENCE.

SHADOW-WORK///  "No matter how fast you run, your Shadow is always behind you." -- Jamie Sams  No longer will we let fear tyrannize our lives. Our shadow side scares us, it contains everything we spend a lifetime running from. Turn and face it. Your Shadow is your friend, your constant companion -- that which gives our brilliance depth. We, as creatures, cannot handle pure light manifested and deeply fear pure darkness, so we must live in the space in between. You cannot truly live as a Human in Love until you make peace with the dark night and all the magic and mystery it contains.

SHADOW-WORK///

"No matter how fast you run, your Shadow is always behind you." -- Jamie Sams

No longer will we let fear tyrannize our lives.
Our shadow side scares us, it contains everything we spend a lifetime running from. Turn and face it. Your Shadow is your friend, your constant companion -- that which gives our brilliance depth. We, as creatures, cannot handle pure light manifested and deeply fear pure darkness, so we must live in the space in between. You cannot truly live as a Human in Love until you make peace with the dark night and all the magic and mystery it contains.

UNSEEN///  "There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you" -- Maya Angelou  What is it that we want? To be seen. To be known. In the flurry of consciousness, the only remedy to the pain of awareness of one's own existence is social connection. As creatures, we long simply to be seen, for the observed does not exist outside of the Observer. We know this, we feel it, and go to great lengths to connect with the perceived Other through the telling of our stories -- and  in this, we are soothed. 

UNSEEN///

"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you" -- Maya Angelou

What is it that we want? To be seen. To be known. In the flurry of consciousness, the only remedy to the pain of awareness of one's own existence is social connection. As creatures, we long simply to be seen, for the observed does not exist outside of the Observer. We know this, we feel it, and go to great lengths to connect with the perceived Other through the telling of our stories -- and  in this, we are soothed. 

PAIN///  The true tragedy of trauma is not the incident itself, but the choice the wounded person makes to perpetuate her suffering by re-creating the experience of victim-hood over and over again, using her pain to mask her anger and grief. She then punishes the world by withdrawing from it, slowly fading until she is but a wraith of herself, fading into the twilight, her light lost.

PAIN///

The true tragedy of trauma is not the incident itself, but the choice the wounded person makes to perpetuate her suffering by re-creating the experience of victim-hood over and over again, using her pain to mask her anger and grief. She then punishes the world by withdrawing from it, slowly fading until she is but a wraith of herself, fading into the twilight, her light lost.

WAITING///  Oh how we hate it Waiting For a call A sign An answer To heal we must Wait To enjoy we must Stop To Listen: The Lost Art of Waiting

WAITING///

Oh how we hate it
Waiting
For a call
A sign
An answer
To heal we must
Wait
To enjoy we must
Stop
To Listen: The Lost Art of Waiting

NUMB///  How deeply we want to Numb out. We love to be distracted, so frenetic in our thinking that the explosion of focused, awake consciousness must be havoc-wreaking and painful in order to break free of the insulation surrounding our life experience. There is no story that feels scary to tell if you are dedicated to rejecting Life.  There is no experience that can shake you up if you have repressed the art of feeling.  There is no self to be rejected if you lose yourself in everything and everyone around you. There is no pain to feel if you are willing to also abdicate joy.  Until such time as the weight of the unexpressed becomes unbearable, we drown in the mitote -- the smoke of the human dramas that keep us bound to forgetting.   And thus, our only recourse is to perceive pain as our teacher, in order to be brave enough to feel once again.   

NUMB///

How deeply we want to Numb out.
We love to be distracted, so frenetic in our thinking that the explosion of focused, awake consciousness must be havoc-wreaking and painful in order to break free of the insulation surrounding our life experience. There is no story that feels scary to tell if you are dedicated to rejecting Life.  There is no experience that can shake you up if you have repressed the art of feeling.  There is no self to be rejected if you lose yourself in everything and everyone around you. There is no pain to feel if you are willing to also abdicate joy. 
Until such time as the weight of the unexpressed becomes unbearable, we drown in the mitote -- the smoke of the human dramas that keep us bound to forgetting.  
And thus, our only recourse is to perceive pain as our teacher, in order to be brave enough to feel once again. 
 

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