My Intimacy

2002 2022

Land_ Body

pen and ink on paper
journal entries
2019

-by length and by depth-

2017 – 2018

Murmur

pencil on paper
2018

Incise

pen and ink on paper
2018

Open

pen on paper
2017

Torn

pen and ink on paper
2017

Land_ Body

pen and ink on paper
2017 – 2019

untitled land_body scapes

pen and ink on paper
2018 – 2022

While raising a family, during a period of self-imposed creative isolation, I made hundreds of drawings over the course of 20 years. Breaking away from my usual process and methods, I chose to work with pen on paper, starting with small sketchbooks and an array of pens I found lying around (convenient materials). Many of the drawings only took moments to create, as moments were all I had as a busy mother.

My process was to scar, score, and gouge into several layers of paper, carving images in and out of the surface and letting the ink penetrate, spread, and bleed through. I was in search of my mark, my voice, what sort of gesture came naturally to me. I had an intense need to ground myself through my artwork and to find my authentic self.

I chose this way of drawing intentionally, knowing that not a single mark could be erased. It could be drawn over and gouged out, leaving behind a scar, a remanent, but it was, in my mind, forever part of the history of the drawing’s making; similar to a pentimento or, in more literary terms, a palimpsest. I saw these drawing as a form of journaling, reflections on and of the day they were made … and the journey I was on.

6.2 Untitled | Miriam Fabijan
6.1 Untitled | Miriam Fabijan
6.3 Untitled | Miriam Fabijan
6.6 Untitled | Miriam Fabijan
6.4 Untitled | Miriam Fabijan
6.5 Untitled | Miriam Fabijan
Untitled works from My Intimacy | Miriam Fabijan

My body

pen and ink on paper
2018 – 2022

pen and ink on paper
2018

self

harm

My intent is to use marks as action, voice, language, and recollection, with history, time, and breath resonating in each piece. These drawings, for me, are an intimate journey of self-confrontation and expressive possibilities. Not singular in their reference, they are simultaneously expressive, abstract, and representative, the female body and landscapes making shadowy appearances, with narratives of trauma, mourning, and healing acting as underlying motivations. These drawings are not just copies of what I see—they are expressions, impressions of what I have seen, felt, and experienced. Miriam Fabijan

Blooms with Roots

pen and ink on paper
2021

Mending

The very moment a wound is endured, healing begins. MF

pen on paper
2003

I am one thousand gestures

pen on paper
2002

My, I

pen on paper
2005

My Intimacy - 12 & 13 | Miriam Fabijan

Deeply

pen and ink on paper
self portraits
2021

my intimacy

This series of drawings were initially created without the intent of ever exhibiting them, but as I grew more confident in this process, I did eventually exhibit a selection. Many of these drawings were given away as expressions of gratitude to family, friends, and special people in my life who either knowingly or unknowingly helped me along my journey. Some drawings I have kept as reminders of this chapter in my life.

SOLO EXHIBITIONS

2019
LAND_BODY. The GRAND entrance gallery, Calgary, Canada

2018
by length and by depth. Arts Commons +15 Gallery, Calgary, Canada

GROUP EXHIBITIONS

2023
In Full Bloom, a celebration of artwork by and about women. Miriam Fabijan, curator, ATB Branch for ART + Culture, Calgary, Canada

2022
Box Stories Gallery 2022. (my intimacy.) Loft 112, Calgary, Canada

2021
Art from the Unknown 2021. Alberta NDP caucus temporary virtual gallery, Canada

2021
Portraits of Resilience. Online exhibition. Art Gallery of Ontario (AGO), Toronto, Canada

2020–21
The Many Paths That Have Led Us Here: Stories of Resilience in the Arts. Miriam Fabijan, curator, Arts Commons +15, Calgary, Canada
Window #2: On the edge of beauty and disruption, Window #3: Deeply.

CATALOGUE

2022     The Boxed Stories Gallery III (featuring “my intimacy”), author; Lisa Murphy Lamb, Loft 112 Gallery, Spring 2021, Calgary, Canada

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