Monet-ize your time
a week of the painter’s thoughts
This morning is not easy:
I was not going to send anything, releasing words into the world we fell asleep to yesterday night in Istanbul and this morning, didn’t feel right — maybe it’s a must, especially now.
We are ok.
I can’t really expand on that.
The sun is shining, the light is a winter shade of pale blue, with rose and orange at its edges. The chaotic city is strangely silent and the air is crisp.
It feels like nature decided to heal our hearts after the explosions. Yesterday, after a few months of silence from the sirens and the helicopters, once again our houses shook and our windows vibrated with terror.
I feel at the top of a cliff, overlooking unruly waves, wrapped in nature’s blankets of powerful winds ready to tip me. The whole confusion is flagrant with despair, many anxieties come rushing back, fighting their way towards my mind. I can’t give them space just now, I want to diffuse a impression of light and love.
This week, I broke captions silence on Instagram by sharing words by Claude Monet. Everyday, under my photographs, I included the artist’s mind and how he made an impression on my heart. Mixing his words with mine was a gift to myself. His paintings, real visual treasures, have stuck with me forever. And once a friend found a painting he made where I took a photograph in Etretat. I still am struck by lightning over sharing the same space and the same vision. There’s not much writings from him, I searched through and through his french, and the english famous quotes. So far, that’s where we are:
- day 1:
Today, “as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love” — Starting a week of Claude #Monet ‘s written #impressions and my reflections (less scary than taking the mic alone in here). This artist has enticed my eyes and my heart since my first art class around 9. I discovered only recently some of his writings, and on this note I will try to quiet my brain. I’m an overthinker, balanced by anxieties and a never-ending quest for truth (what is the value of truth? why this need to set a rigid frame around a subjective perspective instated arbitrarily by society or history as truth), and so, I try to search less, although it will still consume me, it never helped, it only distracted from the reality.
Today I am facing reality, in all its fearsome shape, becoming resilient in vulnerability — learning love and more love.
Everything evolves, even truth, even history, when we believe they are set in stone. Why base your life and your happiness on so-called “truth”? Be free, follow your instinct. “Everything changes, even stone.”
- day 2:
Shootings arrows of joy and dispersing gratitude : “I get madder and madder on giving back what I feel” — #Monet
Being open to change, and having empathy is not always the healthiest. Submerged by others’ thoughts and emotions can make you slide down the mountain into the depths of sadness. Or it can lift you up to the skies, and sharing joy together is not comparable to any other self-indulged joy. There is a risk, and I welcome it.
I will continue to open my hands and receive to channel otherness into an action, whether a thought or an attention. I feel mad when I’m entranced with a powerful feeling and I intent on sharing it like I do, with words, with images. Now it explains my restless pieces of writing here.
Being too receptive makes me reach extremes in both high and low, I feel too much, and too much of it goes your way? Bon appétit!
- day 3:
“What keeps my heart awake is colorful silence” #Monet — and on this note, I’ll keep silent.
- day 4:
“The only thing I did was look at what the Universe was showing me” #Monet — The only thing you should do, is take a few steps back, breathe, and look at what the Universe is showing you. The answer is right in front of your eyes, but with the clutter of society noises, we forget our instincts, we forget to consider the red flags, and we meddle in confusion. This week-end, release.
Today, the only way to not escape reality with banalities, yet to comfort my self and appease my thoughts I found my way to contemporary poetry. I never bonded with poetry in the traditional way, out of a book. Let’s engage in its dispersion through other formats:
Meddle with me in Cleo Wade’s simplicity
Originally published as part of Copious Copy — A series of letters between the Earth and you: a weekly cosmos of words about metaphysics and enlightenment, through science and spirituality, consider joining the conversation.
