April 5, 2022
Gleanings
- In some ways, the book feels more like an allegory for moral imagination, one man’s story that begs every person to ask piercing and hard questions of themselves.
- So the grey squares can be signs of success, too, for what that’s worth.
- That sorrow remains, with all of its complications, but as time passes for us but not for him, it’s hard not to feel that now we are the ones leaving him, which we did not choose to do—which we desperately do not want to do, but can’t help or stop.
- I’ve often marveled at the strange, cyclical nature of life and creativity. How the things that I sketched five years ago, with no real thought, have elements that are now a part of my current art practice in ways I never planned for.
- I never expected eleven to come so fast, and to take so long.
- There’s so much I’ve missed, and miss. I meant to learn more about botany, and maybe it’s not too late.
- How do I start having my own life now, at 47, leaving them to grow and become more independent, without feeling a guilt that is tied to loneliness from a fourteen-year-old girl from 33 years ago?
- For it never becomes common place for me to witness, to experience birth, life, the beginning, divinity, mystery.
- Which then leads me to think more about process and practice. About forming a body of work out of the squelch of our own many clicks. About being more deliberate. But then needing the freedom to just make images….(I go back and forth on this obviously).
- When everything shut down two years ago, I was so burnt out and overstretched that my main feeling was relief at not having to do everything all the time for everyone. In the interim, I’ve recalibrated my boundaries, and I feel more capable of saying yes and no with greater understanding of the costs and benefits of each.
- The light, the dark. Within. Without. There’s never really one, without the other.
- Once again, I’m resolving to take back home with me the sense of freedom I experience while on adventure.
