Tonight I am filled with ineffable sadness. People always talk about “battling depression.” How? Do we punch it in the nose? Break its glass jaw with a hard left? Also I am painting about love and dogs (is there a difference?), making beef stew and sourdough bread, and trying to remember how to blog. I hate January.
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Tagged boxer mix, depression, dog art, Dogs, january, Keaton Henson, Pugilist, sadness, valentines
Ken Smith brought this Flaubert quote to my attention (Thanks, Ken!):
“Language is a drum on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, when all the while we wish to move the stars to pity.”
I feel this way about paint, lately. Sometimes I am happy enough to beat out that tune for bears to dance to-
and sometimes I fear that I’m beating out thin dirges that would drive the bears back into the woods.
It is very hot and there are bugs everywhere. But- the crickets have started singing already in the evenings. A pleasant noise.
Physical exhaustion for no reason. Seven months without a cigarette.
The world has lost Chris Al-Aswad, who I knew only from his vivid presence on the internet, much too soon.
Escape into Life, the arts site he created, is truly wonderful.
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Tagged bears, bugs, chris al-aswad, crickets, depression, devendra banhart, exhaustion, flaubert, lethe bashar, the body breaks