John O’Donohue, in his book, Beauty, The Invisible Embrace, calls ocean ‘wild divinity’. Water, he writes, stirs something very deep and ancient in the human heart.
But there is so much more to ocean. “It is beauty charged with danger.” He continues, yet even in its wildest passion, the ocean still holds dignity, it maintains poise. However and wherever it throws itself, it never falls outside of itself… it is always within the shelter of the one rhythm.”
Hope whispers in these waves. The tide always returns.
“Do stuff. Be clenched, curious. Not waiting for inspiration’s shove or society’s kiss on your forehead. Pay attention. It’s all about paying attention. Attention is vitality. It connects you with others. It makes you eager. Stay eager.”
— Susan Sontag
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me),
It’s always ourselves we find in the sea.
This painting was begun to remember the ocean, where I lived, on Edisto Island, for two years. But then this red ball appeared in the picture. It is about myself, and as Nietzche described the task we humans face, in Thus Spoke Zarathustra, it is to be child-like, and, as he described it, “A wheel rolling out of its own center.”