So I’m an artist – that means I get obsessive. It is part and parcel of my personality. Previously, I wrote about my earliest memory – the music – or more accurately, the feeling it gave me – a joyful calm. I became aware of my surroundings – lush greenery – overleaf and underneath. It was everywhere. And I was…..connected up.
Resentments can grow in the same way – a very similar process. I keep revisiting some stupid thing – which, in all likelihood – nobody else noticed. It works upon me negatively. And disconnects me from the good stuff – step by step. Darkness descends…
Therefore, over the years – I’ve had to learn to recognize what might set me off – to root it out by returning to what seems to be the only thing I’m capable of doing…..
Working on some art which tries to express the moment of tranquility I glimpse – if I’m lucky or maybe………. blessed is a better word.
I’ll attempt to cultivate that encounter in an image – I know it will be gradual. It always takes the time it has to take.