It’s not easy, is it? To not just slip into becoming a collection of connections to, or reactions against, our genetic inheritance, upbringing and experience of life…
How to become oneself. Surely one just is.
Well, yes, one is just that at the very essence of our being, but real life, the life we conduct in the outside world demands a little more of us than that. And when the world has finished with us, as it will, we will be left to fall back on the self that it demanded we kept hidden to fit in to its social structures and society’s mores.
I’m still figuring that one out.
Painted the year I was born. Better than Turner for my money.
Note to self to get to the Tate before the 8th January (Elvis, my sister and daughter’s godfather’s birthday – not listed in order of importance)