I am haunted by this image.
(Quote from Adam Phillips' essay 'Depression')
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14 comments:
I thought it was unexpressed anger
Why does that image haunt you? I find it lovely and hopeful and beautiful, so it doesn't haunt - it helps.
I've heard it said that drawing might be a solution.
It's hard to reason with depression.
Thinking about the image-not much going on along the ladder. Maybe the key is to pause at each rung and look around for a bit before moving on-go off on little side trek, etc. Or, from a ways up-you might spy something else you'd rather go investigate anyway.
Ladders are pretty restrictive though in how they are to be climbed-pretty much only one way to do it. Now a tree or a cliff-that requires some artistry.
True, you can't reason with depression. Sorry Mr. P, I was being insensitivly perky and trying to drag you with me.
I think when I said 'haunted', I meant that I kept on returning to it as a meaningful visual touchstone.
Not everything I think/see/feel is clouded by a downer...
Holy Smoke! You could have fooled me.
Aha. Okay.
It is a wonderful image..
The objective is not to 'fool' Ms ElizT, but to provide for us what it says on the tin. If this is an artistic project designed to explore the conflicts in the psyche, it would be unsporting of me to express that la-la-la, cutesy side of me character.
It's like Morrissey. I buy his albums because he is a grumpy old sod, and when I want to listen to grumpy old sod music that still makes me smile (which is quite often), it is to him I turn.
I'm sure he has it in him to write a chirpy, chipper McCartneyesque love song, but who would want it from him?
I guess I gotta listen to this Morrissey guy.
I must have scraped that label off the tin; will now try to pay attention.
Nothing helps me like Metallica's Black Album or the various song stylings of Alice Cooper.
(Please don't tell Justin Hayward, he thinks he's the only one....)
Time to post again.....really.
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