An Artist, Thankful for : Nothing
In a season of thankfulness, sometimes an artist finds it is best to be thankful for nothing...
My life dictates that I reassess myself often; wondering where I stand and if it is all worth it, but at this time of year I am required to take more careful inventory of all things: those which are, and those which are not.
Growing up homeless - much of the time, anyway – with an alcoholic, abusive father, and my own issues isn't the half of it, but as you all know I'm not interested in whining about the past. I only mention these things because they are part of who I today.
You know my saying, "All that things that have happened to me, good or bad, happy or sad, have all worked together to make me who I am today, and I accept and own that."
Most of my family is dead: grandparents - dead. Aunts and uncles - dead. Father and mother - dead. Oldest sister - dead. First spouse - dead. That’s the breaks. But I still have two children and one surviving sister who love me, despite my unusual life. That's a lot to be thankful for.
Of course, it is a different time, as some love to remind us. Broken hearts, minds and spirits – once cradled in society's understanding bosom - now must run to the shadows, the closets and the dark places. It is a different time, indeed. Tolerance and acceptance have fallen out of favor; judgment and bigotry are the new patriotism. So sometimes it is good to be thankful for nothing.
Pagani on 11.27.04 @ 12:38 PM PDT [more..] [1 Comment]