We began our new year in the Artists' Lab greeting friends and introducing ourselves to new faces. We deposited our offerings of food to a community table, for what would be a kickoff gathering without food? With forty people in the lab, it is a large group to manage. Each year is a bit of an experiment and this year because of our large group we are foregoing an arts facilitator and instead focusing on artist-led discussions to supplement our text leaders. We've experimented with these in the past two years and they have worked well, leveraging off the resources within our very talented group. We were also broken into smaller groups within which we will engage in more focused discussions within the larger group. After we said our hellos we went in search of the table with our name and joined the small group with whom we will work throughout this year.


Outside: Inside: Exploring Boundaries and Otherness. This is the very robust topic we are addressing this year, somewhat daunting in its scope. In our first session of the new lab we began to peel back the many layers of this rich topic with a focus on boundaries. A boundary is a dividing line. One can stay within it or cross it to step into another space. There are actually three segments, here, there and in between, inside, outside and the boundary itself.
When have you crossed a geographic boundary, an artistic border? We were asked to contemplate these questions and then share our responses within a small group. We talked of moves and of travels, journeys that moved us from one place to another, changes in artistic direction or bridging into a new way of creating.
Within the larger group we were asked if there were themes that connected our stories. Change points we said, stepping into the unknown, feeling alone, moving out of our comfort zone with fear, sometimes anger and a sense of mystery.

One hundred and fifty years later in 1935, this story replayed itself when a hassid posed a similar request to his rebbe so he could return to Germany to rescue his family. The rebbe went to his study and three hours later emerged with a blank piece of paper soaked with his tears. When the hassid handed the paper to the guard he was also greeted with a personal escort and safe passage. It is said that he asked his family to place the passport in his hand when he died because if it was sufficient to get him safely into Germany it should certainly help him elsewhere.
If you could have a passport to anywhere, where would it take you, what would it enable you to do? We wrote our thoughts and then regrouped. Mine was a personal objective that I am circling around, trying to find the pathway to enter new and unfamiliar territory, but I much preferred the rather fanciful proposals of my table mates who sought to step back in time to the lives of ancestors or parents. It occurred to me that I already have passports to do some of that in the form of books that open up worlds outside of my own. As I recently went through correspondence of my late parents I had a glimpse into their lives as well. There are many ways to cross those boundaries.
