Had some bad news this morning and it got me thinking about a certain balancing act we do. Sometimes life is such a trash heap. Everywhere you look, everything seems to be refuse and anything that isn’t garbage itself is destroying whatever is still whole. Yes, I know how melodramatic that sounds, but I don’t think it’s unfair to say we all (most of us?) feel like that now and again. Anyway, during those times- when all my intake is negative and I try to produce positivity around me, it feels to me like I’m juggling hypocrisy and prudence. Of course it’s wise to keep a stiff upper lip, but no one wants to feel like they’re being fake, right?
Maybe I shouldn’t talk so much about what was going through my mind while I was producing an abstract image like this. I don’t mean to hem in an expressive work, but my feelings were strong this morning, and this is what happened. Whoever’s reading this, if you’re having a bad day too, I’m sorry.
