I have suffered the most devastating loss . . . my recently finished, yet to be acclaimed, masterpiece "My Vintage Soul" was destroyed last week.
Thursday night, as I dealt with my insomnia by blogging and shopping on eBay, at 1:00 a.m. an unearthly crash shook the house - and lying on the hardwood floor in front of the fireplace was the face-down remnants of "MY VINTAGE SOUL". As my husband lifted and turned it face-up, we discovered that not only were all the ceramic, vintage figurines crushed, but many of the rolled fabric forms crushed. Apparently the 150 lb (supposedly) picture hooks I used were inadequate.
I am thoroughly crushed and cannot even face going into the studio right now.
This is a complete wash. I can re-install some other figurines and re-work it - but this was the seminal piece of my new series and will never be able to re-capture the joy I felt as I created it - as it formed beneath my hands and revealed itself to me.
It is a memory - a figment of my imagination.
I am considering a burial or a cremation. This was to be the highlight of my new exhibition.
In deep mourning,
For Art's Sake,
Sher
Read MoreWhy are we here?
We found ourselves here. On this blog. In this world. Connected through a fragile web of - you know what, I don't even know what a web really is. I don't know how they work, technologically speaking. Someone figured out how to harness a binary code through the energy of light, friction, something and it all got mixed together and - poof - we now have the web, blogs, and what have you.
So, we communicate. We tell each other when we pee. What we had for dinner. It is the ultimate waste of energy, really. I mean, come on - do I need to know that you pee? Perhaps if you have had some medical problems and you are sitting on my red couch - that is when I need to know.
So what do I want from my little spot in the 'web' - why do I want to 'lure' you into my world?
Words cause so much pain. They are just little marks, gathered together, and scratched somewhere. But they remain. You can never unspeak a word.
Sorry doesn't cut it. Not in my book.
Words can heal. But sorry is not one of those words. It needs to be more than that.
I want to have fun. I am fun. But ultimately, my goal with my art, with my blog, and anything else is in my life is to grow and assist. To serve others. How can I connect?
Mainly through images, because there is no language barrier there. Yes, images can be misunderstood from my intentions, but I have much better chances of being felt through my work, than through mere words alone.
There are so many bad things in life. They happened. We remember. They are happening now. We will remember them tomorrow. Pain that is unhappened. I don't want to ever remember. I don't want a reason to remember.
Let's decide together to "Imagine" a world where no one intentionally uses words to attack and belittle. It is my wish for the world today.
I make an oath that here, in my little corner of the web, that I will never condone or exhibit words of pain.
You are too precious to me.
I am mourning a sense of lost innocence - for the umpteenth time in my life. I don't want to be the source of pain for anyone . . . we must put out more hope and empathy. Have more patience. Everybody has their own stories of pain. Those that stab with words must carry so much pain, they are just releasing a little of it.
I am prayer walking in my soul tonight . . . all night. Again. Searching for peace.
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