Summer Solstice Disparities
Happy longest-day-of-the-year to one and all. Of course, depedning on the events in one's life, one may wish it was not the longest day. Too bad -it's definitely beyond your control.
I'm struck by how we humans are so capable of harboring entirely different emotions, all conflicting with each other, all at the same time. Today, I put finishing touches on the grandest piece I've ver been commissioned to do: an enormous cartoon mural, 5 feet in width and with some 75 characters cavorting around against a black, starry background. I put in at least 100 hours on the art, probably more. Why bother keeping track when there is a flat fee involved?
So, I'm proud of the result, and a bit exhausted by the effort too.
On the other hand, my Father is in the hospital again, my Mother is crying a lot, and my Sister is trying to manage an impossible situation. It's very tough. I went back east last week to view the situation and visit. I could see my parents declining; they don't even want to leave their apartment.
My wife's Father is in Hospice care now. He is 95, and, for the most part, was blessed with excellent health. No matter what sort of parent one had, their passing must be an emotional, seminal experience. I don't think there's any getting around it.
I'm trying to just be a good person, a good artist, and appreciate my blessings in this life.
I'm struck by how we humans are so capable of harboring entirely different emotions, all conflicting with each other, all at the same time. Today, I put finishing touches on the grandest piece I've ver been commissioned to do: an enormous cartoon mural, 5 feet in width and with some 75 characters cavorting around against a black, starry background. I put in at least 100 hours on the art, probably more. Why bother keeping track when there is a flat fee involved?
So, I'm proud of the result, and a bit exhausted by the effort too.
On the other hand, my Father is in the hospital again, my Mother is crying a lot, and my Sister is trying to manage an impossible situation. It's very tough. I went back east last week to view the situation and visit. I could see my parents declining; they don't even want to leave their apartment.
My wife's Father is in Hospice care now. He is 95, and, for the most part, was blessed with excellent health. No matter what sort of parent one had, their passing must be an emotional, seminal experience. I don't think there's any getting around it.
I'm trying to just be a good person, a good artist, and appreciate my blessings in this life.
posted by Rich Sigberman at
2:02 PM
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