How one Toronto mom reclaimed her artistic life by using Facebook

As a mother of three small children, Toronto filmmaker Kelly O'Brien was desperate for a creative outlet but now she shares photo essays every day using Facebook.

Filmmaker Kelly O'Brien was desperate for a creative outlet

Leah Collins CBC Arts Posted: May 04, 2016 5:28 PM EDT | Last Updated: May 4, 2016

Toronto filmmaker Kelly O'Brien is inspired by life's ordinary moments, and she creates art using a tool most of us use every day: Facebook. (Facebook/Kelly O'Brien)

It didn't have to be Facebook.

Kelly O'Brien could have gone with Twitter or Instagram, or just blissfully ignored social media altogether. But it's Facebook thatthe Toronto filmmakersigned up for in 2009, theworld's most ubiquitous tool for spamming friends with photos, inspirational quotes and baby pictures.

O'Brien does all that stuff too, but she also uses Facebook to make art.

"I like this picture you took," Emma tells me, "but it's the opposite of Willow." "What do you mean?" I ask. "I don't know, it's just not her." I know people, including dear friends who would never post pictures of their kids on Facebook. The whole idea makes them queasy. Theyve told me so. I totally get it, but it still makes me feel sheepish, bad, silent. Sometimes I want to say my kids are my muses, theyre amateur actors, occasional collaborators but that sounds kind of lame and pretentious. Maybe that's why I love Emmas take on this picture of Willow so much - it gets me out of messy ethical terrain (at least for a little while). It also segues perfectly into this Sally Mann quote. "The fact is that these are not my children; they are figures on silvery paper slivered out of time. They represent my children at a fraction of a second on one particular afternoon with infinite variables of light, expression, posture, muscle tension, mood, wind, and shade. These are not my children with ice in their veins, these are not my children at all; these are children in a photograph. (Facebook/Kelly O'Brien)

For those who aren't among O'Brien's closed circle of friends, she lifted the privacy settings IRL last month by debuting her work at theImages Festival in Toronto, stitching together several years of updates for a performance called Postings from Home.

An old-fashioned slideshow on the surface, with O'Brien's serene voice narrating while her husband clicks through shots of their three young kidsEmma, Teddy and Willow the performance is an impressionistic memoir.

"Do flowers die?" asks Willow. "Yes," I say. "Do owls die?" "Yes," I say again. "Why?" "Everything dies," I say wishing the conversation would switch to another topic. "Mom, are we going to die?" "Yes," I tell her, "but not until we get old." "I'm not old," insists Willow. "Are you old, mom?" (I feel old, like the oldest mom in the world, but say nothing.) Willow jumps in, "Emma's not old." And then she pauses for a bit and asks, "When are we going to die, mom?" "On Wednesday or Thursday?" (Facebook/Kelly O'Brien)

Using the ephemera typically shared on Facebook as a starting point (a beautiful snapshot, a bit of toddler wisdom), O'Brien weaves in her own thoughtful and deeply private observations, adding quotes from other artiststo produce a constantly evolving essay about how we're all connectedto family, to nature, to one another.

Emma doesn't talk as much about Teddy as she used to, but yesterday on the walk home from school she asked, "How old was I when I understood that Teddy had a disability?" I said that she was around three when she started to ask questions about why he couldn't do the same things as her like walk and talk. I also told her that understanding doesn't come all at once, that sometimes it takes a long time. And then she said matter-of-factly, as if it was one of the laws of nature, "Even though there are lots of things Teddy can't do, there are lots of things that are better for him." "What do you mean?" I ask. "Well, the news," she says, "He can't see all the terrible things that are going on in the world like poverty and suffering and pollution and stuff like that." "What does Teddy see?" I ask. "He just sees all the beauty in the world." We walked a bit further in silence until I noticed she was crying. "Are you okay?" "Sometimes I tell Teddy secret personal things about my life," she confesses for the first time, "because I think he's the only one in my family who will understand." (Facebook/Kelly O'Brien)

"In 2007after my second child was born with severe disabilities, it was impossible to go back to TV work,"O'Brien tells CBC Arts."The hours were just too long and I needed to be there for my son, Teddy."

A filmmaker and former TV producer, "it's not like I wasn't creative before motherhood," she explains, "but I would have to say that the experience of having children has enriched and inspired my creative lifein ways that constantly surprise and inspire me."

At first, she went back to school in search of an outlet, ultimately getting her MFA in film and producing a personal piece about raising her son called "Softening."

"Most days it was too hard to make that film, it took a certain distance that grief doesn't give you," O'Brien recalls, but just because the moment wasn't right to keepfilmmaking didn't mean she wasgoing to stop telling her story. "Making that film renewed my interest in making art about everyday life," she says, something she was already doing without realizing it.

"Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago." Christina Rossetti On the morning walk to school I told Willow that the snow was about to disappear for another year. It took her a while to process this information and then she asked in amazement, "You mean the leaves are coming back? The flowers? The bugs? The ice-cream shops? Everything is coming back to life?" Winter dragged on for so long I lost interest in the snow. I forgot to notice the long shadows it makes in the sun, the silence as it falls, the faint traces of life it leaves behind. But as Willow and I listened to it drip from eavestroughs and melt along sidewalks we both felt a little sad saying goodbye. (Facebook/Kelly O'Brien)

"I must have been desperate to make something, anything! I liked the immediacy of Facebook," says O'Brien, who by this time had a third child, daughter Willow. She made a habit of posting, but with a conscious focus.

"I wanted the posts to be more than cute kid pictures. I wanted to share something meaningful that was bigger than me and my kids," she says, an approach thatmight come naturally because of her background making documentaries.

"I never referred to it as an art project. It was more of a daily experiment, a way to make sense of what was happening around me, share a little beauty, some poignant bits of conversation."

Yesterday on a dog walk Willow asks, "So some people don't have moms?" "Yes," I say. "And some people don't have dads?" "That's right. "And some people don't have kids?" "Yes," I say again. You could tell she knew she was onto something. "And some people don't have grandfathers or grandmothers?" And then a short pause while she switches gears slightly, "And some people don't have houses?..." I worried she might go on forever but she stopped there. I guess by then she understood something she didn't before that not everyone in the world was just like her. (Facebook/Kelly O'Brien)

It's only because of her friends that O'Brien transformedproject into a performance, something she tested last summer at a weekly arts event hosted by her friend, experimental filmmakerMike Hoolboom. Ultimately, she says the thoughts she's developing daily on Facebook a project she describes as "a sketchbook of my life" will evolve into a film.

It's an understatement to say that it's hard to make a living making art, especially these days. It makes me sad that some of the most talented people I know have almost given up. Veteran poet Mary Oliver makes the prescient observation: The most regretful people on earth are those who felt the call to creative work, who felt their own creative power restive and uprising, and gave to it neither power nor time. Even if you're just painting Disney princesses like Willow on Sunday afternoons in your bathing suit, try to carve out a little time on the side. (Facebook/Kelly O'Brien)

"This Facebook project has had some interesting side effects," she says."I notice the world around me more. I pay more attention to things my kids, friends and strangers say. I look for nature in the city in ways that I didn't before. Facebook has given me a creative life that I never could've anticipated. It's been like my art school.I'm sure there's a group of people out there who are doing exactly the same thing as I am, I just haven't met them yet."

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