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Phew... glad I've got that out of the way!
Onwards and upwards to the art!
This one is called, 'A Cluttered Mind' (not sure why why?... hold on... I'll ask the artist...erm, yep...that's me...
What's this all about then?
Well.... I guess I could go on about the juxtaposition of the soul, the incredible lightness of being, or just randomly spew out plausible explanations.
Thing is.. I'm not totally sure.
It's about a modern mind.
That I do know.
This isn't the mind of an ancient tribal elder, or a caveman of long ago.
Don't get me wrong. I'm sure their brains were cluttered as well. But quite as cluttered as now? Maybe. But perhaps not in such a rapid timescale, and with so many different things.
Now it feels like the world has sped up.
As though what used to take a week now takes a few hours.
I did ummm and rrrr about whether to call it ' A Cluttered Mind' or 'A Modern Mind'.
'Cluttered' sounds a bit negative... Maybe it's a 'Busy' Mind, or an 'Engaged' Mind, or an 'Interested Mind'?
It is probably all of those as well.
But frankly, it still feels cluttered.
As though the morass of time and change is not something that it can escape. As though the engagement of the modern world is an interesting and captivating thing, bold and bright and different even.
But not always welcome.
That the world is chaotic. That the thoughts seem to spin on the edge between clarity and confusion at will.
That nothing sticks.
That social media and news is a fools cloak of many colours that flatters to deceive, but, in the end leaves you naked.
Like a waterfall of light cascading colours into your psyche, and yet never colouring your spirit.
So that all the bright colours and the sounds and the newness cannot hide the simple truth that more is not always better.
Colourful though!
So that's nice.
