A Matter of Perspective— At the Principle Gallery
To say that man is a compound of strength and weakness, light and darkness, smallness and greatness, is not to indict him, it is to define him.
–Denis Diderot, Pensées Philosophiques (1746)
I think I am going to take some time off from writing this blog for at least a few days. Maybe more. I am feeling a bit shaded. Opaque and not willing to be as open as I need to be in this context.
If I can’t write with the same degree of openness and expression that I find in my painting, this becomes difficult and feels pointless. And that’s what it has become in recent weeks. I feel out of rhythm in many ways and need some time to get my timing back.
And it will come back. Probably sooner than later. I haven’t learned a lot in this life, but I know the value of patience when this psychic arrythmia comes around. Just recognizing and understanding how it works often expedite its passing.
So, let me sign off for a bit with this song from Lyle Lovett off his wonderful album Pontiac. This is Simple Song.
Redtree Times 
I’ve never come across the phrase ‘psychic arrythmia,’ but it’s perfect. Maybe by the time you come back I’ll have something new on The Task at Hand. To use a different metaphor, I seem to have sailed into the doldrums there.
“Sailing into the doldrums” is a perfect metaphor. Hopefully, the wind will soon fill the sails of both our boats.
A Matter of Perspective is such a soothing and contemplative painting to leave us with, while you take the time you need to do the same. Best wishes!