Nunsense
The Quiet Answer, part 2
Part 1 here
When I can’t find words to express something I’m feeling, I resort to art. This collage came about as I was mulling over the meaning of the life I have lived, and feeling unsatisfied. I see a dead bride, now just a ghost, “A million candles burning for the love that never came.” I see a bitter old woman, throwing her flowers to the ground, not wanting to try for anything more, singing another verse from Leonard Cohen’s song, You Want It Darker: “A million candles burning for the help that never came.” And I also see someone else — I’ll show you in a minute.
When I told my therapist how much satisfaction I get out of making collages, she asked if it wouldn’t feel good to display my art in a gallery. She said she knows a few artists who tell her they get the biggest boost in self worth from seeing their art hung on the walls of a gallery. She gave me a look of hesitation and said, “I’m getting carried away…” I gave her a nod to go on, and she told me about a women’s artist collective with a local gallery.
I started getting carried away too. I admitted yes it would be exciting if my art were hanging in a gallery, or got recognition somehow. Would devoting myself to creative outlets satisfy me, make me feel like I had lived the life I really wanted, I wondered. Was this the answer to my question about…
