To say that man is a compound of strength and weakness, light and darkness, smallness and greatness, is not to indict him, it is to define him.

–Denis Diderot, Pensées Philosophiques (1746)

I think I am going to take some time off from writing this blog for at least a few days. Maybe more. I am feeling a bit shaded. Opaque and not willing to be as open as I need to be in this context.

If I can’t write with the same degree of openness and expression that I find in my painting, this becomes difficult and feels pointless. And that’s what it has become in recent weeks. I feel out of rhythm in many ways and need some time to get my timing back.

And it will come back. Probably sooner than later. I haven’t learned a lot in this life, but I know the value of patience when this psychic arrythmia comes around. Just recognizing and understanding how it works often expedite its passing.

So, let me sign off for a bit with this Song from Lyle Lovett off his wonderful album Pontiac. This is Simple Song.