Language

I would be nothing without language. I paint, I make photographs, I play music, but essential language and writing is what keeps me together during the day. I’m practically inseparable from conversation, and when I really think about it, my posts and writing are just as much for me as for anyone else to read and look at. It’s a way I check my life, get a good look at it, and engage in self reflection. You might call to mind someone staring at a body of water, a reflecting pool, but for me it isn’t vanity. It’s exploration of my soul, my body, my mind. I learn more from it than anything else I do. Sometimes I suprise myself. I go so fast sometimes, moving at an almost reckless pace, but when I slow down and look back at my writing, I realize I wasn’t manic or agressive, but just ferociously, vigorously mindful. I learn so much from looking back at my work, it’s a chance to look at everything, and get insight on where I’ve been and where I’m going. And I invite everyone on this path with me. This blog has become larger and larger as the weeks and months have gone by. The title is perfect: The Reluctant Blogger. I don’t have to do this. I make no money from it at all. I could just as easily play a videogame, or read a book, but communicating and reading is essentially what I feel like I was born to do. I’m moving back into painting next week after a few visual breakthroughs I’ve been noticing in my work, and I’ve posted some Cezanne on twitter. I hope you enjoy it! Should be a good week ahead, just working and concentrating on impressionism, and I’ll have a lot to share, and that is when I’m happiest, just communicating, as I do every day.