This was a painting that I did in the early 1970s. I called it work. At the time I was doing so research on day release and working as a laboratory technician. It was very boring.
I saw work as a prostitution. I sold my body and time in exchange for money which paid for the rent, food and clothes.
I’ve always been hard working. I don’t mind work. It is merely that there are so many other creative, social or enjoyable things that I could be doing. I don’t have enough time to fit all my life in!
I imagined myself in a prison, in a cloud looking out at life with all its possibilities.
I get that, very good. Mine has been a cage where the bird flew out just for a very short while and then was captured again.
Nice idea!
Not if you are the bird.
Depends – some people/birds are happy in their cage. Freedom is a scary thought!
Yes you are right, I could not/would not find the courage. Marriage I thought would let me out of the cage it did for a short while and then back in the bird flew, out of choice more gutless. This is you and your site making me examine myself more deeply, thank you.
Your welcome. I find writing and teaching makes me examine myself and my philosophy. It’s hard putting things coherently in words.