Ignorance Is Not Bliss by Annie Mitchell

My mental practice (meditation, breathwork) is really beginning to click and it’s melting my brain with its efficacy and utter simplicity.

Let me explain. 

When we meditate, we strengthen our ability to manage our own physiological responses. What Yogis try to do manually, pharma does artificially. And not even as well. It makes me a little angry... I feel I was robbed of a very important coping tool for the majority of my life. Why are we not taught how to find this medicine within ourselves?! 

I wonder; is it because the techniques are from a culture we don’t fully understand? Is there a shortage of role models and teachers for us Westerners? A little of all of it? It’s true that Americans have only recently had access to these teachings. Yoga didn’t come to the US until 1947 so if you’re in the States; unless you are the grandchild of Indra Devi or immigrants, your Grandma probably wasn’t big into yoga like the Indian Grannies. 

Meditation and breathwork just isn’t part of our culture and unfortunately the byproduct is that we go our whole lives thinking something is wrong with us and we need drugs because we aren’t “happy”. Our privatized healthcare system certainly isn’t going to shine a light on treatments that don't make them money. Regardless as to the cause, our ignorance of these incredibly powerful tools has resulted in our being disconnected from our core selves which then causes us to look for bliss in all the wrong places. 

Understanding how important a mental practice is, I cannot understand why it isn’t a priority for every human being. I am confident in saying that learning and exercising the inner workings of the mind through meditation is more fundamental than even reading.

We’re not too lazy or ignorant to do the work… we simply aren’t taught how important and transformative it can be. If we’re lucky, we stumble across these practices and philosophies and have the curiosity to pursue answers. But because the practice is working within our minds; by a long shot a place we don’t yet fully understand, it is mysterious and therefore intimidating but this ignorance is not our fault! We shouldn’t feel inferior because we don’t understand. As my friend DT used to say, “I don’t know what I don’t know.” Our ignorance is a failure of Western society, not of us as individuals. We simply weren’t taught. Myself included. 

I’ve been alive half of the total time I will be alive and it’s only now I have truly directed my focus inward to investigate. I’m part of our broken system too. Being introduced to this as a child would have saved me decades of anguish .. and run ins with death himself. It would’ve saved my family tremendous pain. Lovers and friends too. 

It’s not an easy thing to wake up to the suffering I have caused myself and others but I am lucky because in that awareness, there is the acknowledgment that I have caused enough suffering and my path forward is more illuminated.

The Better Part of a Year by Annie Mitchell

As we approach a year of this pandemic-life, I find myself with four (4) paid professionals attempting to keep me balanced and I wouldn’t say no to a fifth. What is it about being still that is so difficult? Is it that our demons can catch us? 

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Yes. I believe so. 

Alaska is a hostile place that earned its reputation but the mind is truly the last frontier. It’s in our minds that we hear such horrible, hurtful and misguided things. It’s in our minds that we suffer the most. If only our demons were more like Winnie the Pooh. 

“You’re braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.”

I wrote an article a while back about how we are all hardwired for dissatisfaction. Turns out, I was more right than I even knew. With insight from my Fantastic Four, I’m learning that self-deception is a story as old as time. Humans throughout history have had a little voice in their heads telling them that things are bad, that they themselves are bad. And the kicker .. everyone thinks the same thing about them that that aggrieved little voice does. For all intents and purposes, that drive for an ideal has served us well. It’s why we have air conditioning and NASA. But it’s also why we have divorce and botox.

Hearing this nagging voice of negativity is not serving me so I’ve been turning to my teachers during this downtime to help me reprogram. 

The Rope and the Snake

In my spirituality class, we touched on a topic recently that I sincerely thought I had grasped but hearing it on this day .. I understood it in a much deeper way .. and it was profound. Suddenly I knew that I have and always will cause the majority of my own suffering. My mind just automatically reacts to what it perceives as a threat and .. bad news .. the threats aren’t usually real and it takes lifetimes of practice to retrain the mind.

To illustrate, my teacher, Eben, told me a parable from Vedanta philosophy (the Hindu scriptures) called Rajjusarpa Nyaya. The Rope and the Snake. 

A man walks at night along a path. He sees a poisonous snake barring his way and turns and runs in the opposite direction. As he returns along the same path in the morning, he finds a coiled rope on the ground. He realizes that in the darkness, he mistook the coiled rope for a snake and it dawns on him, in the dark it is hard to see reality as it truly is. In the light of day, we see more clearly.

This story seeks to show us that our perception of reality can be clouded. Ignorance to reality sometimes manifests as rapid judgment or fear, and when that happens, we react solely based on senses or emotions. 

Guilty. 

I react based on my senses and emotions a lot. And it indeed causes me a lot of anguish. I must be walking around in the fucking dark most of the time.

As I sat in meditation, trying to turn my own snakes into ropes, I wept for all my unnecessary suffering. I wept for the pain I allow others to inflict upon me. And I wept because I don’t yet know how to stop it all. This is why I have to keep practicing. I want the waters of peace to wash over me. I want to see a rope for a rope. I want bliss.

ALASKA!!!!!! by Annie Mitchell

Like many of you, my year has been thrown (to put it mildly) by fortuitous events. Cancellations, delays and aggressive pivoting have been the name of the game. Fortunately, because my work is already designed to be experienced in nature, contemplatively, in silence and isolation, I’m a perfect fit for the direction public art must take in our post-apocalyptic present. It’s finally necessary to experience art outside the walls of a museum. I’m not exactly sure what that means for fine art, but I’m not here to solve that. I’m here to make cool shit in cool places that gets people moving and feeling and connecting with each other and nature.

Cut to Alaska.

I’m flying (Oh Dear God) with my amazing tech lead and programmer, David Howe on Friday to install my largest exhibit to date. I’ll have 2 separate locations running at the Anchorage Museum and .. my fav .. a more guerilla style piece for one-night somewhere in the wild. I’ll let you know where when I know myself. ;)

I was lucky enough to get to work with the talented WG Rickel on this soundscape. Always a treat. It’s sampled in the video but you can listen to the entire 16 minute mediation in stereo below. I recommend good headphones.

Soundscape for Haustoria. A light and sound experience by Annie Mitchell. This was composed by the amazing WG Rickel with the help of recordings by the Anchorage Museum's sound ecologists.

Biking Venice to Santa Monica by Annie Mitchell

The people in Venice are .. diverse .. to say the least. You’ll see a guy pushing his tiny dog in a stroller, then a dreaded up dude peddling a Big Wheel, then a group of the hottest women you’ve ever seen in your life wearing cutoffs and killing it on roller skates mixed in with homeless people and tourists and buskers. It’s some primo people-watching, if you’re into that.

Love and light,
Annie

Having Trouble Peopling by Annie Mitchell

Yesterday, I did a thirty minute keynote for the SEGD annual design conference. I worked my ass off to write it, to practice it and to put just the right visual story to it and IT WAS AWESOME.

Barefoot pandemic zoom keynote pregame // Light Artist Annie Mitchell

Barefoot pandemic zoom keynote pregame // Light Artist Annie Mitchell

I spoke about my path to becoming a light and sound artist. Why and when I left being a big deal design consultant, what I gave up when I left, projects I’ve done and the science of brainwave entrainment. I spoke about brainwave states and how they relate to the frequency of the Earth, the clinically therapeutic benefits of awe, endorphins and nature… and of course… I spoke about my sculptures and process.

Zero uninteresting stuff. To me, anyway. Hopefully to the audience too.

Surprisingly, I woke up not feeling anxious or nervous as I expected but happy and excited. Very much the energy I have on days I get to install. It was a great sign that I’m on the right path. That feeling has always been my green light.

But today..

Today, I’m having trouble peopling. The introvert in me is strong. I need space and quiet to recharge and eat things that are bad for me. Since I already ate all the bad stuff, I’m plugged into Logic Pro working on a composition started before the keynote prep became a priority.

Even though I feel quiet today.. I still love you and miss you, World. Be good.

Annie

The Invitation by Annie Mitchell

It doesn't interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me
how old you are.
I want to know
if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me
what planets are
squaring your moon...
I want to know
if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened
by life's betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know
if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.

It doesn't interest me
if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
"Yes."

It doesn't interest me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know
what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.

by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

The making of my fungal sculptures by Annie Mitchell

It’s a beautiful day in Southern California. It almost lets you forget the state of the world when the sun is shining so sweetly. Almost. It’s day fifty-five in quarantine for this gal. Holding steady over here but I do miss touch. I miss hugs and kisses and holding hands. I miss not worrying about germs. I miss biking all over my neighborhood running errands and leisurely browsing the grocery store. My hair misses my colorist and my stylist. My body misses being in yoga classes with that energy surrounding me. But these are small concerns; all things considered. I am healthy and pretty happy in my beautiful space, making art and music and yoga and food.

Last night I biked down to the beach to see the bioluminescent waves. Yes, yes, I know it’s closed but I could not miss the chance to see this. I’m a light artist!! It was not crowded at all and everyone was very respectful. Beach patrol was going up and down the shoreline with a huge spotlight though, so you could really only enjoy the moment between their passing. It was so beautiful it nearly broke my heart. The ocean was electric blue….I’ll never forget it.

I documented a bit of process today and put together this video of the making of my fungal sculptures. Each unique sculpture is hand sewn from layering sheets of silicone. Often I sew them on-site as I’m building my installations.

I hope everyone out there is safe, healthy and staying as sane as you can during these crazy times. I hope to see you around in the real world again sometime soon.

Love and light,
Annie

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