It has been some time since I wrote anything. Writing has been a strength I have neglected in favour of things I find much easier.
It's odd how I have made the switch from a preference for writing to expressing myself in purely visual terms. I am reluctant to explain the pictures with any accompanying words, even being reluctant often to give any kind of title to a work other than place & date.
I have however been feeling that this is not enough & ideas keep springing up. So many ideas!
As I am now responsible for encouraging, empowering & enabling change in others I must be the change myself. I can't expect others to follow if I don't lead, or at least
clear a path.
I have an unusual amount of fear associated with putting writing out there; it's so definite & specific. A picture can be interpreted differently by anyone who views it. A piece of prose, an opinion, a statement are all quite rigid. My fear of defininition almost contradicts my openness to change, as if the written word is a final statement. If the mind & body can achieve incredible transformations why should the word be so restrictive? I need to not be held back by words & rather use them as the bridge to somewhere else, to not fear having to stick to them, to treat each sentence & phrase as a draft or sketch; a stepping stone to something much greater.
There is truth to be leaped upon. First I must skip.
It's odd how I have made the switch from a preference for writing to expressing myself in purely visual terms. I am reluctant to explain the pictures with any accompanying words, even being reluctant often to give any kind of title to a work other than place & date.
I have however been feeling that this is not enough & ideas keep springing up. So many ideas!
As I am now responsible for encouraging, empowering & enabling change in others I must be the change myself. I can't expect others to follow if I don't lead, or at least
clear a path.
I have an unusual amount of fear associated with putting writing out there; it's so definite & specific. A picture can be interpreted differently by anyone who views it. A piece of prose, an opinion, a statement are all quite rigid. My fear of defininition almost contradicts my openness to change, as if the written word is a final statement. If the mind & body can achieve incredible transformations why should the word be so restrictive? I need to not be held back by words & rather use them as the bridge to somewhere else, to not fear having to stick to them, to treat each sentence & phrase as a draft or sketch; a stepping stone to something much greater.
There is truth to be leaped upon. First I must skip.
