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Type 4: The Special One: Soul Diver


Exploring the Enneagram through Art. (Continued)
Also called the Individualist, the Signature trait of this personality is their belief that they are fundamentally different from others. They often see themselves as uniquely talented, but also inherently flawed or disadvantaged. They grow to believe that they are special but are not understood and stand apart from others. They feel uncertain about who they really are and desire to find themselves and their significance and to create an identity out of their inner experience. This presents a problem as their emotions keep shifting and Fours often create a fantasy self to counter this. They struggle with envy because everyone else seems to be or have what the Four feels they lack.

Connecting with their Life essence by staying present to themselves and committing themselves to stay engaged with reality through principles and actions that are not embedded in their moods and emotions, they are able to reach into the deeper truths of the human heart and are able to share what they have found by creating something beautiful from every and any experience. They are often extremely creative and intuitive and will express themselves through art that is largely autobiographical by exploring how life experiences have an impact on them and their loved ones.

This sculpture purposely shows only hands to depict the absence of identity as experienced by Fours. But also plays with being special by having the sculpture mounted on a plinth of glass with the hands mounted on a “pool” of rosewood (disc ) that seems to float in mid-air. Life essence is shown in the hands reaching out from the surface of the soul  with the fingers  transforming into a sunbird, depicting the Fours essential quality of going down deep into the psyche and transforming every experience into a thing of beauty. 
Materials used: Ceramic clay, Rosewood, iron, glass. Size: 110cm high x 45cm

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