Letter 45 – A Dreamy Dinner with a Handsome Detective, and a Gun in My Lingerie Drawer
“And what is the hero? Primarily one who has conquered his fears. One can be a hero in any realm; we never fail to recognize him when he appears. His singular virtue is that he has become one with life, one with himself. Having ceased to doubt and question, he quickens the flow and rhythm of life. The coward, per contra, seeks to arrest life’s flow. He arrests nothing, to be sure, unless it be himself. Life moves on, whether we act as cowards or as heroes. Life has no other discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than to accept life unquestioningly. Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil can become a source of beauty, joy and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such.” –Henry Miller, The World of Sex
I’m writing this letter on April 5, 2012 at 2:43 p.m.
I’ve been painting since 5 a.m. this morning. For many weeks, every minute of my day seems to be consumed by painting and creating new art work. The isolation is starting to get to me. I normally don’t mind my solitude. But, after many weeks of it, I am itchy for the companionship of others. I wanted to write a few paragraphs to you, before I have to clean up, pack up my things at my loft, go home to the suburbs, and get ready for another burlesque show. I have a few hours before Mr. C will be picking me up from my loft to bring me home. On Friday night, I will finally be surrounded by other human beings for a few hours! I am hoping that we will bring in a large crowd, even though it’s “Good Friday” and Easter weekend. I’m going to need to return to my loft right after the show and start painting again. I’m behind schedule. The tiny details in this portrait are time consuming and require slow precision. I’m also running out of paint, and can’t work on the portrait until I find time to purchase some more. I anticipate a trip to the art store this evening, on my way home. Continue reading