Installation
SO, Instead of a Virtual Dickensian London Scene,
I've been trying to delve into what C.Carol is all about. I mean, the answers are multitude in number. Some truths reveal themselves centrally to the story, others, are secondary, or even tertiary, sub and by-product of what we have all taken in as a family tradition, ghost-story and more.
For me, there have been moments in my life when, brusquely trounced by stress and overcome by some sorrow; whether by a death of love or loss of an ideal, I've had these paradigm shifts, purple shifts that make my world dazzle and spin out of control for a short time, then, shift into a new feeling.
Wow, that was wayyy too deep.
Getting out of the funk, even if things can suck a little is the deal.
About a dozen years ago, a close friend of mine died, tragically, operatically, depressingly.
I got sick and bottomed out for a long time. But one day, I was walking across a long field snow, on my way to I don't know where. I don't think I even knew at the time where I was going.
It was cold, bleak and I ached deeply. I kicked the snow.It was less than an inch deep so when I sent the thin layer of snow flurrying, a deep green patch of grass was revealed.
Sometimes breaking through to the other side of pain and regret is as easy as looking under a thin layer. For me, I realized:
I was cold from the inside.
I was hurting on the inside.
Suddenly I was happy that I was sad. Relishing my sorrow. My joy came upon me as quick as my sorrow slowly strangled my usually happy countenance.
I think about Scrooge and people who have buried themselves with success and blinded themselves with making life's triumph a tangible extension of material wealth.
What we sometimes forget is that material wealth is only a binary expression of the real richness of sharing life and happiness. It is square while life is round...or more like putty, or a lake.
Long had the man, Scrooge been engulfed by his pain, embarrassment and shock at how his life had turned, compartmentalizing his hurt, shaving away at any feeling that could be dealt a blow...
So, the ultimate goal is to present a streamlined elegance and an angular preciseness to the globular roundness of life.
Enclosing oursleves in a moat of glass, we can make ourselves seem removed and cut off from the fire of life. We realize the moat is only a fraction of an inch deep.
NG
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