Art of Containment
untitled, 2007, 14″ x 4″ x 2″, ceramic, STEEL
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This sculpture actually has a pouch in it like a kangaroo.
I have been practicing the art of containing my energy when I am out in the world to make sure I am being very deliberate when choosing to be in relationship.
Am I having a bad day and sliming everyone around me with my own private hell?
Or am I feeling so good that I indiscriminately make sure that everyone knows?
Perhaps I am tired and slogging through a day subtly pissed off at everyone and thing until I can be home to rest.
Even just getting out of the car after hearing a favorite song and still so IN it that I miss the curb completely.
The almost boredom of an ‘even’ life can send me into a dash to stir things up by complaining to a friend about something that didn’t matter a hoot to me an hour ago.
And so… I am practicing containing my energy so as not to cause more of a ripple effect than I intend to.
Everyone has enough of their own personal theater to think that they are always happy to add mine to their mix.
I am just experimenting with how it feels to have my life experience and be VERY choosy and aware as to how I spread it around.
This is sort of hard, I am finding.
But the core of it feels very right and good.
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It is indeed very RIGHT.