San Rocha y San Roque

Sachaqa Art Residency Amazon Peru 2017 - 18.

Sachaqa My home for the next few months.

Sachaqa My home for the next few months.

In December 2017, I left a grey and cold London, England to travel to Peru. My destination Sachaqa Art Centre in the village of San Roque de Cumbaza, San Martin region situated in the lush Amazon jungle where I would be based for the next four months.  I had visited Sachaqa, which means spirit of the forest in Quechua, five years previously. Then I learnt about locally sourced natural pigments and dyes made from plants and fruit as well as the art and craft of the Quechua, the indigenous people of the area.  My focus this time was to create an icon of the village’s patron San Roque or Saint Roch. The Directors of Sachaqa had re-started the patronal festival two years previously and it had brought the community together including the three local churches, who normally had little contact with each other even though all are situated in the same plaza.  People from surrounding villages also travelled and took part in the three-day festival.   The enthusiasm and energy created by the festivities was the inspiration for my return to paint an icon of Saint Roch. 

Study from Lamas.

Study from Lamas.

Study from Lamas.

Study from Lamas.

With generous support from the Bishop Radford Trust I was able to travel to Peru and work with local people in San Roque and surrounding villages, researching the story of why the village was named after the French saint and how the people related to him today.  Saint Roch, or Rocco, lived in the 14th century.  He is a Catholic saint, a confessor whose death is commemorated on 16 August and 9 September (in Italy) but celebrated on the 23rd July in the Amazon village.  He is specially invoked against the plague as well as being patron saint of dogs, falsely accused people, bachelors, and several other things.

To start my research I travelled to Lamas a small town over an hour’s drive from San Roque de Cumbaza, where there is a large Quechuan community.   Every Sunday in the lower plaza elders from the town gather in traditional dress to perform a ritual where dancing arm in arm they move rhythmically in a group.   I was transfixed by this simple and yet powerful event.  The women seemed especially prominent, and expressed a strength and steely determination.  Like many people in Peru today the majority of the Quechua follow the Catholic faith but they have also weaved their own spiritual and cultural beliefs into Christianity.  A strong and resilient people I left Lamas with many ideas for the icon.

Next I travelled to Chiricyaku a two-hour walk from San Roque where I spent the night. Here I had the privilege of meeting Don Miguel Tapullima and his family.  The Tapullimas are Quechua and have been guardians for over 150 years of a statue of San Roque brought from Spain by Father Sossimo Rivers a Catholic priest.  Don Miguel introduced me to San Roque who lives in his own little house with a Quechua bag slung over his shoulder.  Next to him is a smaller house was a statue of San Antonio adorned with traditional Quechua ribbons. I felt honoured to be in the Tapullima's and the saint’s presence.

After these excursions I started planning the icon design.  In dialogue with local people it became clear the icon should celebrate the Quechua, their traditions, culture and spirituality. The saint would be Quechuan rather than a western representation.  I also wanted to celebrate Quechua women and decided to include a female version of the saint in the icon.

As the design progressed I sought a local wood craftsman who could make the icon panel.   On a guided trek further into the jungle I met Johnny Aubert.  Originally from Lima, Johnny and his wife lived in San Antonio, a village about 15 minutes from where I was based.   Through conversation Johnny shared he was a wood craftsman and had been regularly commissioned to create and build furniture, fittings and altars in churches.  Looking at photographs I could see his work was beautiful.   I told him about my project and he agreed to create the panel as well as a frame from local timber.   He eventually settled on working with local cedar sourced from driftwood in the Rio Cumbaza.

Once the design was complete and the panel ready, I began painting using my own pigments and pigments I collected from the Huallaga Rio near the small town of Chazuta a two hour drive away from San Roque and the Rio Cumbaza near Sachaqa where I often swam.  I also used achiote a dye made from a fruit which the Quechua men use to decorate their faces.   Slowly the icon and the saints began to emerge.    Progress was slow due to the heat, humidity and rain.  Time was required for each layer of tempera to dry before the next colour could be applied.   Insects were also a problem and indeed three days before I was due to depart Sachaqa cockroaches ate areas painted in indigo (a pigment made from plants) and strangely an arm of each saint which bore skin lesions. Thankfully the cockroaches were not interested in saints’ faces.

Collecting pigments from the Huallaga Rio

Collecting pigments from the Huallaga Rio

While at Sachaqa I also led a number of classes teaching visiting artist’s how to paint with egg tempera and natural pigments, as well as sharing the prayerful and spiritual discipline of icon painting.  Dialogue with people from the local churches also continued.  Plans were also formulated for the villager’s patronal festival in July where the icon would be carried through the village.  The icon’s home in between festivals is in a beautifully crafted kiot (small sealed cupboard) made by Johnny, which would be placed in a little outdoor shrine designed by me in the grounds of Sachaqa allowing the icon to be a place of pilgrimage for people to visit and pray.  The Directors of Sachaqa agreed to be the guardians of the icon.

The icon was blessed with water from the Cumbaza.  My prayer is for it to be a symbol of fellowship and unity and a beacon for pilgrims to pray and meditate before as they seek guidence and answers for their lives. 

In the completed icon San Rocha’s gaze is direct while San Roque looks beyond, a reminder for the viewer and pilgrim to consider the wider world when praying. Both saints gently support symbols of nature, the colibri (hummingbird) a symbol for ancestors in the Quechua culture and an amazonian tree, a symbol for the gifts nature gives, as well as an important Quechuan symbol. On the saints arms are skin lesions as San Roque is invoked against the plague. Behind the saints the hills of the San Martin region where the Quechua live and high above them a star inspired by the Inca cross.  The little dog in the frame is a reminder that the saint is patron saint of dogs and the Quechua step symbol around the frame symbolises continuity and everlasting life.

Nixon and Angel building the little house where San Roque will dwell.

Nixon and Angel building the little house where San Roque will dwell.

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Prints of this icon are available for sale here   

A Long Slow Night Walk Home.

Regan O'Callaghan Night walk home Sachaqa Art Centre, Peru, Amazon, watercolour visual diary

 

A Long Slow Night Walk Home.

In 2004 I made the decision to relinquish full-time parish ministry to focus on what I believed I should be developing - an art ministry.    I had sensed even before I was ordained to the priesthood that I was a round peg with no hole within the Church of England and that I would need to forge my own way forward.    I had come to this conclusion in part through working in a parish as a pastoral assistant and observing and experiencing the running of a busy west London church.

The church was a good training ground for this future priest and was led by a faithful and hardworking vicar who taught me a great deal and even though I came to love parish ministry especially after I was ordained there was a deep sense of knowing that the creative/artistic itch in me would not go away and would need to be expressed.   Enrolling at theological college I sort permission to miss mass on a Tuesday so I could attend a life drawing class.  Permission was granted praise be!

I knew in time the demands of parish ministry would require a great deal of commitment but I wasn't willing to let go of the artistic skills I had learned and developed over the years.  I believed they were too important and could be used within a priestly ministry.   So after completing my curacy and after much soul searching I gave up my stipend and became self-employed.  A few art commissions thankfully started to come my way and I continued leading art and religious education projects in schools and churches.    Initially my income was tiny so I did house for duty for a couple of years but again this had its restrictions so eventually I stepped down from all parish duties, which also required me to give up my flat.   Along with this I ended up giving away most of my material possessions and stepped out into the world to see where the creative spirit would lead me.

Sounds crazy and it probably was for not only did I give up a roof over my head, a stipend, a pension, security, but also a community role, a church family and a little status.  Nevertheless, I held onto the advice a priest friend once gave me which was to remember that priesthood is not defined by parish ministry, wise words that some priests should really meditate on.

I say this because it has become quite clear over the years since I have stepped back from parish ministry that some clergy are quite dismissive of what I am doing.  Some are envious and some are strangely threatened and undermining.  For the ones who have been dismissive I believe their actions are motivated by ignorance and perhaps a little pomposity.  For those who feel threatened, try to bully or undermine I would suggest are operating from a place of insecurity.   To all of them  I would say  I am not out to prove anything and that the work I do is not really way out or "unchristian" it is just different and hopefully it opens people's eyes to the gospel in different ways.     To allow one self to be creative often means taking risks.  Is this not the role of the priest?  Are we not called to share the gospel and step out in faith?  The little white collar we wear is only made of plastic.   It doesn't offer much protection to shelter or hide behind and certainly doesn't indicate immediate trustworthiness of the wearer.  That really does need to be earned!

But I am thankful for clergy who have supported and encouraged me along the way.   One's confidence does need a boost every now and then.    These men and women are beacons of hope in what at times has been a difficult and dark journey. I can only admire and give thanks for clergy who selflessly, creatively and tirelessly continue to serve while retaining a sense of humour, vision and hope!  I understand that ministry can come at a cost indeed some of the most hurt and damaged people I have met have been in religious orders.   Is it their religion that  has not served them well for cynicism and bitterness to prevail?  I am not sure but thankfully for many, including some stung by religious institutions the priesthood is still regarded as an honour and the ministry of service as a privilege.   As I see it, if as followers of Christ we believe in a creative God, a God who created the universe then surely we ourselves must be creative and hopeful!

So where to from here for this artist/priest?   Well the 'itch' hasn't let up and I am about to start an M.A in Fine Art.   One rather probing but apt question asked by the lecturer interviewing me for a place on the course was "are you open to change?"  My reply? "Oh yes!"

I heard the trees sing and the stars laugh.

Regan O'Callaghan Peru, Refugio Altiplano, sunset, amazon, tree house

tree house, refugio altiplano, amazon, peru,I spent time in the Amazon while traveling through Peru last year. One night my sister and I stayed in a tree house way up in the canopy. Amazing!!! When the sun went down the jungle became alive.  Strange noises filled the night and it was so so dark. When I blew my candle out I couldn't see a thing. While getting ready to go to sleep above me in the roof of the tree house something stirred. It climbed down and started scurrying around under my bed. Slightly freaked out I turned on my torch to see what it was. A rather large rat looking thing trundled past me. At this stage I thought I won't tell Lian we are sharing someone else's home. In the morning Lian said "something has been eating my soap" - large bite and claw marks clearly evident.

The place we were staying was Refugio Altiplano. Well worth a visit. I had some amazing experiences there.

Regan O'Callaghan Peru - Lian & Regan August 2009 tree house, amazon, peru, Refugio altiplanoRegan O'Callaghan Peru - Lian & Regan August 2009 109 tree house, amazon peru,

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I heard the trees sing and the stars laugh, pen on paper, Refugio altiplano, amazon peru

I heard the trees sing and the stars laughPen and ink on paper 2010