Sometimes, There is Nothing to Say

Sometimes, there’s something to be said about not saying anything. I was headed to bed when this thought came to my mind. The best time for me to write is when it comes to me, naturally, and honestly I would rather not try unless it is a natural time. I don’t like faking it. I know sometimes we have to. Sometimes, things have to be written when there are no words to say. But, mostly, here in this format you can guess that if there is something written it is because I feel something deeply enough that I am moved to write about it.

I passed my real estate exams, that is newsworthy in my life – and the lives of a few others. I have a wonderful circle of friends and a wonderful family. I am happy to have this series of tests behind me. Now, for the rest of the year, my work focuses on painting and preparing for an upcoming art show which I just learned is a one person show. The term one person is not used by me in a literal sense, for really, for me, there is no such thing. One person does not create alone any more than one person lives in this world alone.

We live in community, we live our lives together, like it or not. Try to separate yourself from the world, it does not work. So don’t try. I’ve tried it. It’s not worth it. There are too many great people for you to know and who are waiting to know you. Enter their lives. Listen to their stories. Feel their pain. Feel a great measure of compassion. We all need love. Love is why we are here.

I am painting in a series for the upcoming art show. It is primarily based in cosmic, which is the underpainting for much of my current work. Dark blues and greens, sometimes with flowers, sometimes with lines, sometimes with nothing. Sometimes, I prefer nothing. Sometimes, I prefer an empty space. I have canvases hanging on my gallery white bedroom walls that are empty and I love them that way. Sometimes, there is nothing to say. Sometimes, there is – the difference is in knowing which sometimes it is.

Happy to be back. Hope all has been well in your life.

c.s.

Painting title, from Marco Arieta: Verde Mare