LucidSoul

This is a charcoal I did while in the hieghts of “bliss” so-to-speak. I gave it this title at the time, thinking I was so clever, but now I am not entirely sure what I was thinking. Sometime’s I catch glimpses of what I thought I meant, but that’s not the same as knowing. I drew it with the intent of giving it to someone that meant a great deal to me, but when it was finished I couldn’t. I’m not sure if I felt that it would get destroyed or be unappreciated, but I couldn’t send it to him. At that time it was sort of this “lust meets love” thing…an all consuming, fiery passion. That person is a simple memory now, and what once seemed to be all encompassing now feels as if something splattered against my windsheild for a moment…and I look at that and sense passion colliding with anger. Not at him, but at everything…impermanence… and I ask myself the same question I ask so many times; why?

I love this piece, and will probably never let it go. Perhaps it was meant to grow with me, as I foolishly attempt to comprehend love.