I may do another layer on this one tomorrow. The imagery is very similar to yesterday, but showing some movement forward by emerging from the egg. I don't feel quite satisfied. But this might be because I am in the middle of emerging. It's an uncomfortable place to be caught up in the winds of becoming something new. Because the work is so reflective of my own interior state, sometimes it's hard to separate how I feel about the image from how I feel about the process I'm going through. In days, weeks, or even months, I'll be able to tell, but by then it will be so far past I will be taken up with other things. Today's poem, by Ansari, a Persian poet from the 11th century, is about becoming:
If thou canst walk on water
Thou art no better than a straw.
If thou canst fly into the air
Thou art no better than a fly.
Conquer thy heart
That thou mayest become somebody.
- Ansari (11th century Persia)
xo