The difficult work of birthing our art

Our important work might take years or decades to become synthesised, coherent and whole.

Until then, we speak in fragments. There is a sense of the whole, a taste, a whisper…but large chunks remain obscure. 

I know this place well. For years, I held the fragments with a deep sense of the whole. 

But the whole was not available to me yet.

My speaking did not land in a world of sense-making, for it was partial and missing chunks.

I felt the pain of being misunderstood. Like a blind person trying to navigate unknown territory, my speaking was seeking to birth what was missing.

Great art begins with a vision. Sometimes the vision is crystal clear, other times it has a set of qualities, but the form is amorphous.

We must begin. Take the next step. And then the next. Others will look at our incomplete art and only see shadows. Until it is whole.

And when all the fragments come together we see and feel that which we have been birthing. Not fixed, not static, but coherent.

Photo taken June 19th, 2020