creative thinking
I just cleaned my studio, it was starting to look like a the scene from labyrinth after Jennifer Connelly takes a bite from the poisoned peach and breaks out of the dream-like haze with yummy David Bowie... the junk yard. That was the way it was heading. Sometimes I get superstitious, and think that if I let the mess pile up and refuse to clean it till my painting is finished, it will force me to work faster. I don't think my reasoning works at all.
I'm enjoying where this painting is going though. I like the concept so far and the colors are making me happy.
The Lost Girl is really good, I am almost finished.
"Its no use trying to get a grip on life. You're just at the mercy of forces," she shrieked angrily.
"Why not?" said Alvina. "There are good life-forces. Even the will of God is a life-force."
"You do not understand! I want to be myself. And I'm not myself. I'm just torn to pieces by forces. It's horrible- "
"Well, its not my fault. I didn't make the universe," said Alvina. "If you have to be torn to pieces by forces, well, you have. Other forces will put you together again."
"I don't want them to. I want to be myself. I don't want to be nailed together like a chair, with a hammer. I want to be myself." - pg 296.
There is the crux of the book. The forces for Alvina can only be marriage, men, and livelihood. She is being pigeon-holed into marriage, each page a different man, different type of life. In some ways she wants them and the attention, but then she does not want to become someone she is not when she does not even know what she is or has to offer. So she dodges, runs. Meanwhile her tread is slowing, her breath giving out and soon she will be unable to take another step. Age will have caught up and she will be lost on her own...
I haven't finished but I am tremendously curious to find out what she does choose to do.
Anyway back to the studio, I only cleaned it in order to paint, so I better take my chance.
I'm enjoying where this painting is going though. I like the concept so far and the colors are making me happy.
The Lost Girl is really good, I am almost finished.
"Its no use trying to get a grip on life. You're just at the mercy of forces," she shrieked angrily.
"Why not?" said Alvina. "There are good life-forces. Even the will of God is a life-force."
"You do not understand! I want to be myself. And I'm not myself. I'm just torn to pieces by forces. It's horrible- "
"Well, its not my fault. I didn't make the universe," said Alvina. "If you have to be torn to pieces by forces, well, you have. Other forces will put you together again."
"I don't want them to. I want to be myself. I don't want to be nailed together like a chair, with a hammer. I want to be myself." - pg 296.
There is the crux of the book. The forces for Alvina can only be marriage, men, and livelihood. She is being pigeon-holed into marriage, each page a different man, different type of life. In some ways she wants them and the attention, but then she does not want to become someone she is not when she does not even know what she is or has to offer. So she dodges, runs. Meanwhile her tread is slowing, her breath giving out and soon she will be unable to take another step. Age will have caught up and she will be lost on her own...
I haven't finished but I am tremendously curious to find out what she does choose to do.
Anyway back to the studio, I only cleaned it in order to paint, so I better take my chance.