Back up on the Horse

eddy-cicada-song detail“Humans are amphibians…half spirit and half animal…as spirits they belong to the eternal world, but as animals they inhabit time. This means that while their spirit can be directed to an eternal object, their bodies, passions, and imaginations are in continual change, for to be in time, means to change. Their nearest approach to constancy, therefore, is undulation–the repeated return to a level from which they repeatedly fall back, a series of troughs and peaks.” 
― C.S. LewisThe Screwtape Letters

 

 

Someone once said about a rather true insult, “I resemble that”. I’ve always loved C.S. Lewis’ quote about undulation, and always held it true. It isn’t that we always do something, or that we consistently do something. It’s that, even when it’s not working, we do it over and over.

I’ve heard that described as insanity. I’ve heard it described as perseverance. Probably a mix of both. Most of our vises are really virtues in the wrong place, used for the wrong task.

One of the things that gets endlessly tired in an artist’s life is the process of entering things. And facing the statistical likelihood of rejection. I’d hit a point where I really let that slide. 

Then the call for the SAQA portfolio came in the mail box.

“Where is that horse? Can I get up there? Do I get to use a ladder? Do I know where that photo is?” This should be familiar. Sometimes it feels like a ground hog day experience.

All of the above. I sent in my entry, be it the last day to do that. And remember that if I don’t put work in public it will never shine. So my cicadas will sing in public. Probably better them than me.

3 Responses to “Back up on the Horse”

  1. Sally says:

    SO GLAD to see a new blog post from you. Looking forward to more to come–please!

  2. lili shane says:

    the only thing available to me is contest. and if that’s the only open door who am i not to crawl thru it.

    • Ellen says:

      You and me and everyone else. It’s just how the system works. Which doesn’t mean it isn’t tiresome or that it’s fun. But we’re tough old birds by now, aren’t we? I keep telling myself that.

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