12" x 12" x 1.5" Oil and Mixed on Canvas Available HERE |
When I completed this painting, I was reminded of the Charles Bukowski Poem, below...
no help for that / Charles Bukowski
there is a place in the heart that
will never be filleda spaceand even during the
best moments
and
the greatest
timeswe will know itwe will know it
more than
everandwe will wait
and
waitin that
space.~ You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense, 1986
And isn’t this the truth? The space haunts me. It follows me around wherever I go, no matter who I’m with, at any given moment. At the darkest moments, it feels like a gaping hole in my small universe. At other times, the space is shallow, but it’s never full.
This space is restlessness, a longing for more, not be confused with unhappiness or depression. It’s fidgeting, constantly going and moving and talking and thinking. For me, it is a fear of never feeling complete or always adrift in the world. But here's the thing I focused on while painting this piece...that's not always a bad thing.
But even in the best of times, times when I should feel like I have it all, there is a glint of something missing…
I have always thought that I just wasn’t occupying the space with the right things. It is an ongoing challenge for me to be comfortable there. So, I have always tried to fill it. I have tried to cover it up with family obligations, friendships, yoga, partying and work. But, I realize now, the space can never be filled.
As Bukowski writes, there is no help for that. The space will always be with us. What I strive to do is learn to accept it and face the insecurity, rather than fill it.
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