Welcome to Tide Pool — a series of multimedia blog posts meant to immerse you in a headspace of creativity and inspiration.
By Eva Berlin, Digital Content Specialist, High Museum of Art
In a tide pool — that special space at the ocean’s edge — life exists at the mercy of the tides. At high tide, the waves come crashing down, pounding everything that dares to make a life there. While battering the rocks and carrying in predators, the waves also bathe the area with nourishing seawater and organisms. At low tide, the waves slink back, revealing what’s left behind, gleaming, facing off with the sun.
It’s a harsh environment, but it’s also a vibrant place of flourishing for the organisms that manage to cling to the rocks.
Tide pools remind me of this historic time we’re in, a moment carved out by forces outside of our control. We are tested by sickness, injustice, and isolation. In spite of these struggles, we do our best to survive — and maybe even thrive. Some things born of this time of upheaval will latch on and endure for the better.
This new quarterly series is a collection of those glittering bits of life that emerge and remain, cemented in our collective conscience. You’ll meet staff members and get to peer into their headspaces. What artworks are inspiring you? What are you reading? How are you feeling? What topics are leading you down rabbit holes? What are you listening to?
In this mood board of sorts, enjoy a collage of images, words, and sounds intended to spark your creative mind.
In My Tide Pool: Ebb and Flow
In this liminal moment, between lockdown and reopening, between how things were and what they will become, of staying distanced but standing up, my mind constantly fills and overflows with so many things. In response to the chaos, I’m yearning to be like water. At peace with changing tides. Resilient, flexible, and flowing in the path of least resistance. Cleansing and restorative. Gentle yet powerful. From a place of uncertainty, I am thinking of water, streaming toward growth and new life, enduring the waves of my daily ebbs and flows.
. . . may you
open your eyes to water
water waving forever
and may you in your innocence
sail through this to that
— Lucille Clifton, “blessing the boats”
Read the full poem on the Poetry Foundation website.
“The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water, & breeds reptiles of the mind.”
— William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
Take a long bath. Go for a swim. Notice the water; observe how it moves. Float, and consider how you might feel if you emulated water and took the path of least resistance. Let thoughts and feelings wash over you and flow by. Inhale slowly to the count of four, filling your lungs and then abdomen. Hold the breath for a count of four. Exhale for the same time, expelling all the air inside you. Repeat.
Artwork inspiration found at High.org/explore. Explore over seventeen thousand artworks and find your inspiration.