It always seems at a point when the pressure is really on, something happens to bring everything into perspective, and rid you of all your trivial shit. Shit, that if not completed, would normally bring about the end of the world.
But instead, here I am. Sat in the garden begging the universe to make my mum well.
I can't draw or paint, I don't even want to. Everything just remains as it was, very... still.
A friend recently told me about the act of catharsis. After a quick peek on wikipedia and of course online dictionary, I found that it was defined by an act of cleansing, or more specifically - 'the purging of the emotions or relieving of emotional tensions, esp. through certain kinds of art, as tragedy or music.'
I thought about it for a while, but realised I was thinking far, far too much about it. My mood was dark, and my thoughts scattered. Which thinking about it, is maybe why everyone's work these days seem to be a scattered black mess. Why not paint a celebration, paint the end, when all this pain and confusion has left. Isn't that a better idea? What in god's name is the point of dwelling on it all? Dwelling and focusing your attention and energy on the bad things will only draw more negativity to you.
Having said that, I like the idea of an emotion release. I think even a bike ride would do it for me right now.
Jackson Pollock's work comes to mind now... crazy energy and sparks of colour.
Then again... look how he turned out.
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