Whosoever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast or a god.
—-Francis Bacon, Sr,
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Monday morning and I’m here in the studio, wondering why I continue to do this blog, to get up each day and struggle to say something new. In some ways it comes between me and the precious solitude I have set up for myself here. It brings in the outside world and exposes my weaknesses and flaws to them. It frustrates me at times. It takes away time better spent.
At least, I think the time might be better spent.
But I do it.
From the first few days of doing this, I viewed it as a form of art. I would try to be consistent, try to keep to a certain standard that I felt inside, just as I do with my painting. I would just put it out there so that the world, if interested, could see it and react. Like painting.
But it is different from painting. It takes from my solitude whereas my painting adds to it, and that is a big factor for me. I understand the quote above. I have often felt the wild beast, the feral dog that exists just outside the human world, sometimes venturing in when the need arises but always retreating to my solitary confines. A beast, not a god.
And I’m comfortable with that.
But sometimes, some days, there are moments when I feeel that this very act of writing this blog takes away my cover, my solitary den. Today is such a day. But I will retreat and hover for a while on the periphery and come back again tomorrow.
Maybe.
Redtree Times 