Browsing the Internet, I come without wanting wanting
other bloggers that I find very "known."
Such was the case a few days ago, when I found a Chilean artist, who was in his blog a warm corner of his workshop and lamented its closure "elected." He said that since there is only a piece of sky through his window, that is their connection to the outside world. And yet ... there lives confined to painting.
Then I refer to myself and I think my days of confinement, only me and my paintings (and even the music, because it is an interference). Many of these days I am fully aware that I miss going for a walk in the sunshine of an afternoon that may never be recovered, or go to a little bar to drink tea with cake or roasting (which simple dishes!). I know I miss it, but simply I can not help.
My beloved poet Rilke spoke with certainty that art comes from an infinite loneliness:
"There is only one solitude, and is large and not easy to overcome ...
Its growth is painful as the growth of children and sad as the beginning of spring. But you can not go wrong. The is needed, however, is only this: solitude, great inner solitude ...
be alone, as it was only a child when major walked by, caught up with things that seemed important and big, because the greater they seemed so busy and because they do not understand anything of what they did. "(excerpt from" Letters to a Young Poet ").
Nobody could have said it better. Many years later, artists and enjoying
still suffer the same loneliness and now we pour in our blogs.
Anyway, the confession of this loneliness by other colleagues, we feel somehow accompanied in the same way.
I am a new Blogger ... I still find soul mates?
If you are interested in this article and want to read my other thoughts, check out my new blog:
http://gracielabello-art.blogspot.com/
I hope!
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