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Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Working With Pain.



I have a lot to do today.  I need to make up packs of textile and transfer paints for the local gallery, and to sell on my upcoming website.  And I need to put together a set of samples for the new class I'm offering at the gallery, on working with fabric paint.

Today is also the day I hit a wall of pain.  It happens, every so often.  Usually, what happens is that I knock my head against that wall until I weep copiously and then go to sleep.  The definition of madness,of course, is doing the same thing time and time again, but expecting a different outcome.  Today, I want and need a different outcome.

So, in the kitchen, waiting for the kettle to boil for my second cup of the day, I asked myself, what does the pain look like?  And in my head, I saw a wasteland of stones, pebbles, rocks.  Surely, I thought, nothing creative could be done there; it's barren.

And then I looked harder.  Each stone is beautiful in its own right.  Could make the beginnings of a piece of work, all by itself.  Combined, they are overwhelming, but beautiful.  Lonely, but beautiful.  Sad, but beautiful.  And surely, they will be the basis of some interesting work.

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Pain.  You can lie down underneath it, or you can ask it what it has to give you.  You might be surprised.

3 comments:

Cath Stonard said...

That's such an amazing way of looking at Pain, thank you for sharing Marion.

Vicki Miller said...

Such a brave and creative way of dealing with life. thank you.

marion barnett said...

Thank you both. I don't manage it all the time, but it's a lot better when I do...