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