Today I am thinking about art.
One of my affirmations begins, “I am an artist…”
So much work represented in four words.
It is a declaration, a shout of triumph against the evil one.
Evil likes to silence:
To silence the voice,
To silence the truth,
To silence art.
Because art shows my soul,
Lays it bare for another human.
And perhaps it is the soul that is silenced
When shame kills art.
What are your voices around art?
What messages ring in your head?
Whose voice speaks them?
What triggers their chant?
Mine are in my mother’s voice,
“You are the worst art student I ever taught…”
And other phrases, spoken long ago,
They echo with the power of yesterday.
I watched a circle of women create today.
As quickly as we began, shame walked in.
Uninvited, she threw her blanket over some of my sisters.
Eyes downcast, self-contempt spews, comparison abounds.
And evil laughs.
How long? How long?
How long is joy killed by voices of shame?
It is the cry of Lent. The long road lies ahead.