The passion of it all.
May 9, 2008I have felt stifled. As if to write what I
want or create what I want,
consequences for it all are doled out.
Loss of friends? WTF? Then you don’t
know me at all frankly. Why is that?
Because maybe you never took the time to
learn who I am, I say in reply.
Why must some other meaning be read into each
thing I create? Either in written form, painting
or mosaic form. Why does it have to be about
someone or something, can they not just be my
passion in general coming forth?
The truth of Dance With Me is that it was
to be a statement on Lesbian love.
The wall behind those women was a door
in my eye as I drew it. The frame of it remains.
I couldn’t take it out.
I set out to say something about the need
to hide our passion behind closed doors, secrets.
When what I want is to shout it from rooftops.
I adore you! I long for you all the time.
I will feel that passion for you anywhere and everywhere,
against a wall, behind a door, in the forest and far beyond it.
Feel it with me!
All that screamed inside me as I drew it.
But in the end, the door knob was removed and a wall
was built in it’s place. Because my fear of those
consequences got in the way of what I wanted to say.
And so, they dance….
passionately and with bold stokes of color.
They are there.
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Dance With Me. Sing out loud. Feel the tingle
of it. Allow it in, let it grow to bursting.
Pick flowers in the morning dew with bare feet,
while wearing gowns that flow in the breeze…
LIVE!!
I still think it’s beautiful.
Oh yeah, their passion is
very much there whether it is a door or not.
I still love it.
I think Solitude has been spoken for.
By the same person who bought the ballerina.
will know more later today.
Oh and good morning… are you feeling better?
Still coughing, but it’s getting better, thanks.
I’m sorry that you felt censored. I would have loved the piece either way.
Congrats on more potential sales! You are so talented!
I thought it was leaves. Like, they were laying in a bed of leaves. Hm. Art is so personal, eh? Everyone takes something else away from it. That’s the best part.
Don’t censor yourself.
I agree don’t at all censor who you are as a writer or an artist…actually both.
Hope you’re enjoying this day!! It’s beautiful up here in my neck of the woods!!
I am sorry you felt you had to sensor yourself, that people with small minds can’t see what I see in you, your love and your family. People are just so sad…
I didn’t see it as a wall either, I saw 2 woman in love dancing outside in the sun with leaves falling all around, I saw beauty in it…
Im thrilled that you each
see something different in the images.
It is, as it should be.
Most of the censorship is self
inflicted, because I care if I
am cared for. That is the bottom
line really, my worries of how I
am perceived.
Because while I want to be free
to express those things I also
worry that I will offend.
So it’s me and my angst for the most part
but also the hurt at the silence that
was not previously there and is so
obviously in reply to what I have
written, spoken, or created.
Still learning me, every fricking day!
Jan and I had a good morning,
accomplishing a task I cant share until
at graduation in two weeks.
But we are thrilled to finally
have it completed.