All during the conceptualization of this, I kept thinking to myself ‘I shouldn’t be complaining about this! There are starving children in Africa’ – and then I slowly came to the realization that this has nothing to do with that. Vent pieces do not belittle the realized plight of other people and nations, but instead make the personal tribulations of a solitary individual tangible and express pain beyond routine words. It brings structure to an external power struggle as someone fights against the forces that be pushing them towards the precipice that overlooks a canyon of depression and defeatism. People can offer their assistance until time ceases – however, is it under your own power in which you succeed at the end of the day. It’s that impulse that I wanted to portray here, even with all the orbiting issues that I’m sustaining in larger and larger quantities in the wake of my grandfather’s passing. It’s hard to see beneath the countershading, but there’s a smile etched into that strained countenance. While it’s a small facet, it’s a manifestation of willpower and proof that no bellicose burden will keep me from being my blithe, eccentric self. Eventually, when the squalls diminish and the tides recede, I’ll stand once again.
HE who’s in love the ART, Should know it’s always best to come from the HEART, When the music don’t feel the same, Need to let the world feel your pain…
On the off-chance you can’t read the orbits, what’s written there is as follows: Family Dysfunction Hubris Caustic Empathy Social Anxiety Fiscal Turbulence Life Obligation