There are moments in our lives, there are moments in a day, when we seem to see beyond the usual. Such are the moments of our greatest happines. Such are the moments of our greatest wisdom. If one could but recall his vision by some sort of sign. It was in this hope that the arts were invented. -- Robert Henri, The Art Spirit
Wendy gave me this book, and
though it's written from painter to painter, I'm enjoying listening in. This idea of attention resonates for me, especially as I try to put "Systems of Knowledge" and the rest of Too Strong to Stop, Too Sweet to Lose into some sort of presentable shape. I have until tomorrow at 9:00PM (less driving time to the post office) to get that done. It's going to be tight!
I sent Bridge of Birds out to a publisher today. I feel a sadness on letting the piece go -- a big sadness that I can't get on top of. I'm not sure why.
Perhaps it's the sadness of letting a child go to college. Developing everything to the extent you can, and sending it to the world to be seen.
Sadness on letting Bridge of Birds go? Maybe it's a message to someone that you don't feel is finished?