An artist with an interior mission
Thursday, July 4, 2013
By day, Jamie Fix artfully cuts other people’s hair at Bellingham’s Looking Glass Salon. But in her off time, she’s been known to put down her scissors, pick up a pen or paintbrush and draw their souls.
When Fix recently sent me an email asking if I’d like to join the roster of those whose souls she’s taken stock of and committed to paper, I was hesitant at first. What if my soul was found to be blackened and rusty due to past transgressions? Or worse—what if Fix took one look at me and decided I was a soulless husk of a human?
Eventually, I weighed the pros and cons and decided this wasn’t an offer that was likely to come my way again anytime soon. A couple days later, Fix—an elfish 28-year-old, not the stereotypical wise old crone I had pictured in my head before I knew anything about her—showed up in my office, and the soul searching began.
I’d seen a few of her sketches, so I knew the end product would be more of an abstract work than a realistic version of my countenance. Fix had also told me that she incorporates various visual elements into each soul she draws. For example, a moon might represent someone revolving around the person she’s drawing, and a “cracked” head could equal spiritual awakening. She also mentioned chakras, “key maps,” grounding and other ways she’d try to show what sort of vibes she was getting from me.
“I’ve been doing this for about a year,” Fix explained when I asked how she discovered drawing people’s souls was something she had an aptitude for. “Sometimes when I would draw pictures of myself or other people, I would notice I was adding symbolism for certain personality traits I thought I picked up on. Then I started coming up with symbols for lots of different things.”
After admitting that she’d never been interviewed and was a little nervous, I reassured Fix I’d never had my soul sketched, and was in a similar state of mind. With that, we got underway.
About an hour later, after querying me on various aspects of my life—questions related to what I do for a living, how long I’ve been in Bellingham, where I was born, what I’m most connected to in my writing, how I view art, etc.—Fix had an image in front of her that kind of blew my mind.
Where my right eye would be, cascading squares moved outwards. A long arm reached out from my spinal column into the ground below. Trees and flowers surrounded the “form,” and a sliver of moon was hidden among them. Unlike some of Fix’s soul renderings, it was hard to discern a face among the abstract swirls and lines emanating from the main image.
And, surprisingly, a lot of what Fix had picked up on relating to my soul jived with aspects of my personality. I’m not going to get too deep into it, but suffice it to say she nailed where I carry my emotions, and incorporated a lot of different aspects of my history into the mix. My soul wasn’t necessarily the sexiest thing in the world, but what Fix committed to paper was interesting on a few different levels.
Although Fix doesn’t set a firm price for what she does—drawings are done on a case-by-case basis—it’s not really cash she’s after when she asks people to sit and bare their souls to her. She’s says she’s fascinated by how different people are, and is grateful for the time they give to her.
“Plus,” she says, “I always learn something more about myself when I do it.”
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