
Straight Down the Middle
Acrylic on Canvas
(40″x36″)
Before starting my painting I closed my eyes. Eyes closed I open them slowly only to realize that I am pointing in a direction that I had imagined…..but not. The direction is just a little different.
But why?
It is a variation on what I had imagined, making it challenging and strange at the same time. Why is it that things don’t quite manifest perfectly as imagined? …..it’s like living with “Frankenstein” creations.
Because of these odd little realities, the direction I find myself on, is often on a partially familiar path cutting right down the middle of life. As I go down the middle I look to the left and to the right at what is on either side of me, seeking comfort in something recognizable, yet what I find is simply a feeling of pure exposure. Not having anything to hang onto. Not daunted I proceed down the middle. All the while asking myself —Is there something to hold on too? Where could I get a grip or a foot hold? While one may think that I would have feelings of being alone, that is not the case . What I do register is a sense that I am in uncharted waters and that there is no choice but to move forward.
Often being right smack dab in the middle means no railings to hold onto, no trees or rocks to prop you up.
Do you feel exposed or off-balance in the middle?
How does being right in the “middle” of things makes you feel?