Perspective

So I have been spending allot of time in my head these last couple of. Well I'm not quite sure how long been, a while I suppose. Not good for a person who has spent his whole life striving to be imaginative. Well that is the life of an artist right... Life in extremes.

When I was a kid my dad took me fishing I'm sure my family was there but I remember this vivid place. The place rang out with visual sound loud and etched its self in my mind. I know I will never see it the way I saw that place that day.

Its all about perspective. I guess thats the point of this entry. Perspective, what I see from my body and the way the mind really sees it. Recently I thought I knew something. I loved some one deeply. Not that normal love of young lovers maybe. Adult love the safe kind, filled with compromise and understanding. And well my perspective betrayed me. I thought I saw it clear as a cloudless sky in the early fall. Thats to say brisk and vibrant full of life kinda of clarity.

I want to be angry and sad. The emotions are there but some how these feeling live in the interaction with a mirror. As I open the door to the constant shock that no one is standing on the other side. Perspective of an artist is life the artists life solitary singular view of the world. Ohh how do I long for that simple perspective of that day fishing with my dad as a child.