The sheep are my neighbors down the lane. They hurry over to see what I am doing, standing there by their fence. As they hurry, they pretend they are not looking.
Reading this morning in "The Rag and Bone Shop of the Heart," I found this by Robert Bly,"Great art and literature are the only models we have left to help us stop lying. The greater the art the less the denial. ...Breaking through the wall of denial helps us get rid of self-pity, and replaces self-pity with awe at the complicated misery of all living things."
"Complicated misery..." I wish I'd made that one up first! Listening to NPR news, I am hearing so much right now about the state of the world through the words of reporters and commentators. The climate change and state of our planet is at, and beyond, the turning point. Humans are still milling and grappling for power, still in fear that some one else will get more; that another opinion will turn out to be right, and human children are dying of starvation, of war, of torture, of despair... even in our richest-nation-in-the-world.
"A poem(painting) that confronts denial has a certain tone: it is dark but not pulled down by evil. It is intense but not hysterical; it feels weighty, and there is something bitter in it, as if the writer were fighting against great resistance when he or she writes the poem."
Thank you, Mr. Bly for these words which aptly describe what I went through with my last paintings. Resistance to what wanted to come through tore into me. I whirled through the house, outside, and back into the studio. It hurts. There is so much information, in so many languages and images that I may succumb to confusion, or inertia.
There is much writing and painting to be done with this denial.
xoxoLC