09 March 2020
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“Walking on Cracked Ice” is my latest image that envisions my deeply felt concern for the planet and the global environmental crisis. As cracks reveal a cascade of predictions a figure carefully stands on warming ice. It casts the net of today and tomorrow with a quiet beauty of nature even in its labyrinth is destruction. And now the pandemic is added to the global mix.
An apt descriptor, which exemplifies the malaise and tension of the here-and-now in the human (and non-human) journey, is fragility. No matter where we are located, our spirits have been deflated and infiltrated—infiltrated by outside forces that are beyond much of our control. We can respond with informed action, and the notion of complete safety emotionally and physically continues to be out of reach.
When will these multiple lessons striking humanity jolt the response needed? Whether it’s climate crisis, political crisis or health crisis, a trio of fragility hangs over me, over us. So I turn more and more to distractions, any way to keep my mind free of the onslaught.
I’m working at a balance between informed and retreat. Distance is a double-sided answer to our current world order, especially in America. Distance to get perspective about how to cope with so much knocking against our well-being.
And so I welcome spring’s early arrival with greenery and blossoming flowers and rain and blues skies and ground hogs running through my gardens and foxes awakening me in the middle of nighttime and bluebirds flitting around the bird feeders and hellobores with delicate flower heads nodding in the breeze. These visual treats of Mother Nature comfort with their reality and symbolism of renewal and rejuvenation.
I accept her gifts with praise and wonder. I accept their exhilaration even with questions about what tomorrow will harvest through my spirit.