that it should have taken so long to find my way back to ….me which only comes when I can lose myself in who I really am; an artist ….i do my best thinking when I paint
it is a peace that is mine and only mine and where I belong utterly; the world is irrelevant to me
you can be lonely in a crowded room. I have been. Often. you can be lonely sitting next to your own family or husband
I’m never lonely when I paint ….
it isn’t that I do not wish for company; not invasion, which seems an oxymoron
I think the key is …. just an ability to
know how not to trip a wire —if the entry door seems shut but to know the elven word for friend also helps to anyone who wouldn’t trespass.
to have a Room of One’s Own— like Virginia said ….the “room” for me is more like —having—room …. to be me ….there in that concept of “room” all restrictions go
that is the place and moment that I Create in—it is a completely separate world and I love being there —but it is a luxury (violent husband; escaping stalkers, exes etc) —clearly, as it’s taken till now to achieve it ….why would I invite disaster now?
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