meditation by paint

I’ve added paint to my morning meditation. I do one each day. Here’s the work from this week. Each one is 9×12 acrylic on paper. (the number after the title represents the number of days I’ve been in recovery…grateful recovery.)

LaVerna 2 birds #2432, July 17, 2023,

Anesthetized #2433, July 18, 2023

Terrarium #2434, July 19, 2023

On Hold #2435, July 20, 2023

Head Waters #2436, July 21, 2023

realizing that everything has been misunderstood

There is a Japanese saying I recall once having heard, of the five stages of a man’s growth: “At ten, an animal; at twenty, a lunatic; at thirty, a failure; at forty, a fraud; at fifty, a criminal.” And at sixty, I would add (since by that time one will have gone through all this), one begins advising one’s friends; and at seventy (realizing that everything has been misunderstood) one keeps quiet and is taken for a sage. “At eighty,” then said Confucius, “I knew my ground and stood firm.” – Joseph Campbell, from Myths to Live By