Dear Marilyn, It looks like I'm not the only one feeling a bit sad/lonely lately so I thought I'd share a couple stories on the matter. About a year ago my girlfriend and I found a goldfish in a pet store, a celestial eye goldfish, the kind that have their eyes on the outside of their heads like two little orbs. He was near death because he was missing one of his eyes and couldn't compete for food, so we nutured him and saved him and he was able to reach a full grown state until he passed on due to health and such a tumultuous life up to the point until we rescued him. Blinky had become my best friend for the year I was priveledged enough to know him. But instead of spending my days in sorrow over his death right now I'm creating a several times larger than life drawing of him to celebrate his life instead of his death. Such a significant loss was very remeniscent to me of when my girlfriend and I separated three years ago. I was depressed beyond my ability to express myslf in words, but I was able to express myself. That incident three years ago gave me the "energy" and will enough to express myself in art and that time period in my life marks the first time when I wholeheartedly and hOlistically poured myself out onto paper. A relationship ended for the time being but it began a new chapter in my life. I took the negativity of the situation, concentrated my depression, anger and resentment and put it all into several drawings which I am very proud of. When I hear you talk about transformation and "molting" I sincerely take it to heart because if these and such "tragedies" hadn't happened in my life I wouldn't be who I am today and wouldn't have been given the near ultimatum of either death or art, and needless to say I chose art. The theme of the illusion of coincidence is something I've been able to witness firsthand in the past three years and has given me a new outlook on life. Fate is real but its path and outcome is only as determined as the will of the life its you're weaving. You can either be a victim or a warrior, either lie down and die or charge the enemy until there is no life. If you choose to fight for what you believe in then that's your fate, and it's up to you. So depression can be either a poison or a will to live, it's up to everyone to interpret it as they may.... I know this isn't necessarily a question but if this message is posted I thought it may inpire if not help a lonely person or two and to show you that your words and art have a special place in my heart both by what I see in it and also, through my own experiences, how I'm able to see myself in it...... Sincerely, Nick. |