Like a vessel, I was an accumulator of experiences
not knowing of limitations, I thought I was immortal and an eternity
But when I was full, realizing that i could not hold onto
an infinity of knowing and being -
my vessel broke.
I was left watching helplessly as experiences passed through me
I turned around and watched my future fall into the past
Time moving away, so far, so fast, past memory and consciousness
All that I could be, would be and/or became
unraveling into the distance
My entire life, every thought and action scribbling itself into the past
I was unraveling
Like a rolled up ball of twine unwinding
I was nothing more than an unravelling knot
Suddenly, it became clear
All crooked confused paths became a straight line
All purpose, fears, hopes, dreams, destinies - a clear dot
I finally understand what it means
when the heart's knot unravels.
This is another painting ... as i thought deeper on the topic of quiet, this came up.
I have been painting on wider surfaces. Unfortunately this means I am unable to scan my painting/collage!!! I took this picture with my camera. It isn't too bad. I was going to paint her face with features but decided not to......... what do you think? Should she have a face? :o)