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:
That's such an amazing way of looking at Pain, thank you for sharing Marion.
Such a brave and creative way of dealing with life. thank you.
Thank you both. I don't manage it all the time, but it's a lot better when I do...
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