While I am trying to find my voice, artistically speaking, I babble, I rumble, I mumble, I whisper loudly, I make things…
this time is a flower made of broken mugs and plates. Something about being broken, damaged, imperfect and then being created into something new appeals to me. That is one of the reasons I adore mosaics.
Aren’t we all just a little bit broken? Sometimes I feel I am trying to hold myself together not to fall apart. And I keep slipping through my fingers. The I that I think I was, the I that I think I should be. The should is too restricting, too shortsighted. I don’t should anything.
Perhaps it is best to fall completely apart and set on rebuilding it. Perhaps is best to let go, instead of holding on when things are barely together anyway. Until we really let go of the old, the bad, the one thing or things, or people, that keep barely sustaining us, we cannot start the rebuilding.
Message to self: Break up, break out, break off, break away, just keep breaking… with all that is harming you, preventing your growth, just pacifying you… keep building, keep renewing, keep reinventing…
I will be posting soon about the past few dates I have had. There is a lot, and it is all good, but it is also fragile. So while I am advocating breaking, I am also concerned about the fragility of things… go figure… I make no sense.
“The storm is out there and every one of us must eventually face the storm. When the storm comes, pray that it will shake you to your roots and break you wide-open. Being broken open by the storm is your only hope. When you are broken open you get to discover for the first time what is inside you. Some people never get to see what is inside them; what beauty, what strength, what truth and love. They were never broken open by the storm. So, don’t run from your pain — run into your pain. Let life’s storm shatter you.”