It’ feels so much easier to be real when listening than when talking. Listen closely enough for long enough and people usually tell you either what they want to hear, or what they need to hear.. Then depending on how you (who’s you, ok me), depending on how I feel, I will tell them one or the other, perhaps outright, perhaps in the form of a story (by this time in my life, I’ve stored up enough stories , quotes jokes and songs to fit almost any occasion or situation. I thus acquire a reputation for being a good listener or wise counselor or some such.
Yet, speaking from the heart. Trying to impart something I’ve learned or something I truly feel doesn’t seem quite so easy…For one thing, I find almost everything I “know” to be somewhat suspect…I can usually make a valid argument for other points of view, blame an early education in sophistry or just that i have seen evidence of very few absolutes and even those seem to have exceptions…
I enjoy so much hearing and reading the wisdom and knowledge of others and feel that there may be something for me to impart in return and yet….
What of that would come from me?
The Visual art? Well that I am a bit more sure of…If not heArt from my heart than art that comes through me and at least partly of me.. If not the truth than a creative fiction that becomes part of my story…But what is my true expression?
Someone I know pushed me back on this artistic route by stating that “expression is key” and I have truly found it to be so.. But the key to what? I feel sometimes as if my truth lies behind a rusty lock…The key twists and turns but that behind the lock remains unrevealed….
it’s the key you choose. how often you try. how you turn it. and why. the particular way you “put it all together”. and TRY to use it.