René Magritte – “Homesickness”, 1940
In one of the guided meditations I use, I was asked to step inside a painting that has a soothing effect on me. Without scanning my inner library of favorite artworks, I suddenly found myself inside the painting Homesickness by René Magritte (1940). I was standing on a bridge, but I couldn’t see the ends because of a warm colored, heavy fog. But I could see the lion and the gentleman angel not far from me. There was a slight breeze and it made the lion’s mane gently sway in the wind and the black feathers of the man’s wings shimmer. I was walking towards them and when I was at the distance as the observer in the painting, they didn’t mind my presence. The lion looked over at me for a second and then went back to his dreamlike state of staring into the distance. The angel never turned around, so I never got to see his face, not even when I stood next to him, looking down at the river below.
There was a sailboat on the river, but there were no sounds of water or birds. It was completely quiet and still, except for the breeze. I think it was early morning, around sunrise. The city behind the mist was still asleep. I felt welcome, even though I was ignored. On the other side of the bridge there was a black door, sort of where the angel is standing but on the other side. I walked over to the door, opened it and found a view of something like this:
A misty, grey landscape surrounding a lake. The air was crisp and clear. It was so easy to breathe. I looked over at the water. It was completely still and so calming. I thought to myself “I think this is my happy place.” I never wanted to leave.
This happy place reminds me of my childhood and where I grew up (Lindö, Norrköping, Sweden). I took Johnny there the first time he visited and he had never experienced a more quiet, soothing place in his life. We had a beautiful moment by the water. Now it’s our happy place.
Me in the gazebo by the Baltic Sea where I grew up, photo by Johnny, 2015
Johnny by the water, 2015
Perhaps the happy place is reflected in the grey-scale in my art as well. To me, a grey sky is not depressing. It is comforting. I feel at home in the melancholy mood. It speaks to me like it’s my native language.
grey-scales in my art:
“Not a Phallus” by Mia Makila, 2014
“Out of Reach” by Mia Makila, 2016
“My New Skin” by Mia Makila, 2014
“Out of the Nothing Box” by Mia Makila, 2014
“Gabrielle” by Mia Makila, 2016
“There are no memories of my crying bed” by Mia Makila