I have not blogged in several days, as we have had wonderful guests staying with us. I got to spend 5 days with my family including my 5-year-old nephew who is so beautiful and adorable (and did I say he is also super smart 🙂 ).
I realized something during this time. I felt as if I had lost my mirror. I could not do art, as we were too busy, and my studio is in an area near our guest room.
I could not grasp the link so commonly used by me to not only know myself, but to see myself.
In the world of an artist, the making of art is the ever present grounding force. It is the conversation with the Heavens beyond all temporal/spatial limitations.
The art is the movie we comprise from the snapshots of moments. The art is the storyteller in which we recognize our selves.
During this time, I felt I lost a bit of me. It seems silly and self-serving to write this, as if not being able to do some art for 5 days is a burden. It is not.
But, sometimes meaning is most found in the absence of something. The “lack” provides the space for awareness.
And we are blessed with a recognition that never would have been present with continued presence.
I think this is very true in many aspects of life. The “loss” of something is actually the gaining of space to believe and understand.
I look forward to returning to my art (and me) in the coming days.
I wonder how many of you have also had this experience. The “loss” providing the space for growing awareness.