What a topsy-turvy week it's been – in a topsy-turvy world. As a small example, assume the "creature" pictured above is facing left. A fish, yes? Now assume it's racing to the right—looks like a turtle.
Are we coming or going? The usual pathways are so obscured.
I remember a passage from Dante that was quoted in a long-ago self-development book:
"In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost. Ah, how hard a thing it is to tell what a wild, and rough, and stubborn wood this was…" (- from The Divine Comedy)
Underfoot, there are features half strange and half familiar: (Red lava? – who knew??)
And then come unexpected objects in our path, tempest-tossed:
I've felt unsettled for most of this year, and it's scarcely a time now to figure out where I am and what I'm doing in my art. A big project I've tried to focus on has been slow in materializing – and so much, everywhere, is unsettled, difficult to understand.
What can we do but take a brief break (or a nap!) – and go forward? ("Where Are We?" – copyright 2024). No, I hadn't intended the deer-in-headlights sitter to be a self-portrait.
