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September 13, 2010
Mixed-media and Personification

Mixed-media and Personification

     Sorrow fell in love with Peace in his late teens. When she was imprisoned for being too idealistic, Sorrow lost his use for words. Although he rarely speaks, Sorrow’s stories have been told since the beginning of time. Musicians and composers have translated him into an infinite series of sound waves that cut deeper than any Samurai sword. Grown guitars cry themselves to sleep and stoic bagpipes blubber shamelessly when Sorrow’s songs are played. His music tills the dust of infinite hearts.
     It can be the note of just such a song that brings Sorrow across your threshold; that, or the wayward word in a letter. Sometimes, it’s as simple as a memory. Once inside, Sorrow prefers to be alone. He’ll look away when you first notice he’s there. It’s best to give Sorrow his space in the beginning. As he wanders through rooms, he’ll pull down shades and close curtains. Eventually, he’ll lie down in the guest room and stare at the ceiling for awhile. Sorrow doesn’t feel the need to hurry his thoughts or his body. He holds himself in sacred silence until he is ready for that cup of tea you’ve brewed.
     Sorrow’s hair is a matted tuft of gray and wispy storm clouds. He is muscular from centuries of heavy lifting. His eyes are like fishbowls, brimming with tears. When he turns his head, they spill onto the floor and splash against the walls. It’s important to have a closet full of clean towels and tissue boxes on hand for when Sorrow visits. From outside the door to his room, Sorrow’s heartbeats sound like dense rain against window panes. You may find yourself carrying around an umbrella even when there are nothing but sunny skies in the forecast.
     Sorrow is not someone to fear. He is the gentlest of house guests. Once you accept his presence, you’ll start to feel better about getting to know him. He is an avid reader and will loan you books during his visit. If he finds you sincere, he may even show you the pictures of Peace he keeps in his wallet. You may not want to drag Sorrow to any large social gatherings, however. Sorrow doesn’t do well in crowds. They remind him of his separateness. He is so alone in the world that it can be difficult for him to remember how intimacy feels.

5 Comments leave one →
  1. llong loong hair permalink
    September 16, 2010 2:29 am

    just love this. you’re a poARTetry genius.


    • September 16, 2010 3:05 pm

      So happy you visited! Thanks lllllloooongggggg lllloooooonnngggggg hair! You’re the bestest.


  2. llong llong hair permalink
    September 16, 2010 2:29 am

    oops, wrote my name wrong the fist time.


  3. Mina permalink
    November 5, 2010 7:31 pm

    I adore your style. Every single post here is absolutely worth the read! I’m glad I found, and bookmarked, your blog some time ago. And although your latest collage strikes me as a bit more cheerful than the accompanying personification, I still think you made it work. I guess personally I associate bright red and bright blue with something other than sorrow… but maybe it’s just how the colours turned out in the scan. Or more probably, it’s just me.

    I’m looking forward to another post. Keep doing what you’re doing!


    • December 3, 2010 4:25 am

      Hi Mina,

      Thank you so much for your kind words. I’m thrilled that you stopped by and took the time to write a note. I’m almost ready to upload a new post.

      I think my efforts lean toward trying to embrace each emotion from a place of appreciation for what it teaches. Somehow knowing that each one is shared collectively by humanity softens the harsher ones for me. That may be why some of the darker feelings sometimes contain a contradictory lightness as well. I’m just thinking aloud here…I do appreciate your comments and welcome the dialog. Please visit again soon and if you have a blog, please let me know and I’ll visit too.



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