Every man’s memory is his private literature.—Aldous Huxley
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The painting shown above, Release the Past, is a 20″ by 24″ canvas that is part of my current show at the West End Gallery. I was recently thinking about it, trying to discern exactly what it was that I was seeing in this piece, when I pulled up an earlier blogpost that featured the Huxley quote above. It very much was in line with how I aligned this painting, with the figure in the mid-ground seemingly lost in thoughts of the past, with my own experience.
Here’s what I wrote:
I like this quote from Huxley. I have often felt that all of our personal lives fit into some sort of mythic template on which all literature is based and that we often fail to see the connections between the tales of our own lives and those stories which have come down through history in the form of myth and legend. We all live lives that are often filled with tragedy , comedy and drama. Heroic, even. But we seldom perceive them as such, instead thinking of our personal memories as being merely mundane.
And that’s probably as it should be. Life is spent, for the most part, moving forward in small, day-to-day steps with little time left to see the larger pattern of our lives. Who has the time to reflect backwards, to see how our lives fit into the templates of eternity? Very few of us, to be sure. But what if we could take that time to look back fully and see the patterns set in history and to see that our lives own patterns mesh into that pattern, that we are all indeed connected to and part of the same fabric?
Would it make a bit of difference? Would it make us appreciate the fragility and rareness of each individual’s place in this world. make us understand that our own history is the history of all and that our memory binds us to the fabric of history?
I don’t know. But it’s something to think about.
Redtree Times 
Great post there pal. Blog On!
Kindly find time to explore my previous scribbles.
Regards:
James