Art of Containment

untitled, 2007, 14″ x 4″ x 2″, ceramic, STEEL

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.


One Response to “Art of Containment”

  1. Diane J Standiford on May 26th, 2010

    It is indeed very RIGHT.

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