Day 43
gravity
If you force us, you do it with the patience of a river shaping a canyon. You are insistent steady eternal energy and all our choosing seems to lead to one choice: stand still or surrender. So, I give up.
…yet, I think there must be places in me that don’t move, places that I keep still, places that you must work around. I think we must hold some ground, demand that the river move around us. At the root of beauty is a holy struggle.
The artist is forever working with the tension of this force that wants to pull everything down and away. The artist holds some part of herself and her work close, creating tension, while at the same time letting other parts of her work break loose and take her away.
Gravity is the force that we forget is there, working against or with us, depending on whether we want to fall to our rest or fly, and of course we must do both.
When I am playing with gravity, literally and metaphorically, I feel like a fish in the river. Sometimes I find a bank to rest under, where gravity passes by in a hurry. Sometimes, I get right in there and let the force take me where it pleases, getting a bit banged up here and there. Working my way upstream is the hardest, though also the most rewarding. Finding myself tired, but driven by some innate urge to work through and beyond the most powerful force of nature; for the sake of beauty.
