I don’t know what else to call it.
Why it has taken me this long – 74 years – to see myself so clearly is beyond comprehension. While most of my “ah ha moments” occur in the proximity of my morning shower, I can’t recall when this one poked me in the head. It happened about a week ago.
I cannot let things simply be what they are. I have this unrelenting need to act on things, to make them more than an experience or knowledge.
Ideas, thoughts, or feelings must be put into words, spoken, written, or both, and more often than not, they must be shared, quietly and personally through conversation, or publicly through writing (blogs, social media, etc.).
In my encounters with the world around me the same phenomenon occurs. When a particular scene, natural or man made, inspires me, I am driven to re-create it on paper or canvas, directly or via a photograph. Living with the experience and memory is not enough for me. I have to make it into something tangible that I can see on demand, and, as is usually the case, share with others.
This is what has been driving me for the second half of my life.