Musings of a Painter (Part duex)

Children, inquiry, passion, variety: Flowers need the right soil, nutrition and light to grow to their full beauty. Inquiry is the learning that make the flower brighter and stronger. Passion is an unquenchable drive which makes opening the doors of possibility seem far too gradual to bear. Our bodies require a variety of vitamins and nutrition as well as rest to be vital, so why would our passions be any different? If a flower is not properly nurtured, can it produce a seed that will have a boundless bouquet, or is it’s line genetically disfigured for forever?

Parents, humility, fear, boredom : A gardeners quality must be judged on indifference, awe and the ability to be unpretentious. No gardener is an island unto themselves, trying is a success in itself and credit belongs to incalculable number of competitors.

Injustice, oppression, anger, blame: An oppressors relationship with the oppressed is that of a foot to a stool, mirror to peacock or ladder to painter. Blame is the first instinct when pain invades, and anger is the second. Both are meant to dull, neither has any productivity and both prolong.

Fantasy, importance, pressure, answers : Too much fantasy causes self-importance, too much self-importance causes fantasy, fantasy creates discontentment and boredom. A lack of answers can cause a sense of undo pressure. Too much pressure can make you fantasize about finding all the answers. When does fantasy become more important than what is truly important? Why does fantasy cause pressure to obtain it? Can the answers be pulled out of fantasy? How much pressure should we put on ourselves to find the important answers? Is fantasy, good or bad, useful or useless?

Retribution, confidence, gratification, comfort : Do we really need retribution, or is the comfort of recognition gratifying enough to compensate? Comfort feels like nothing, so when things are uncomfortable it focuses all our attention. Is it good to feel nothing, or should we look to cause relief from discomfort? If we were always comfortable, would we enjoy it or would we cease to feel anything at all? Is there a single emotion that could make us feel content and comfortable indefinitely? I pray for  the confidence to feel it.

                                                                                                                                                      2005 ish