So, what is one to make of Lance Armstrong? And any one of us who has to eventually accept that we have been living in denial about certain truths of who we are?
Almost daily I look at the 20 stones chosen to be fitted into the sculpture “Deep Time”. Chosen because each one represents the revealing of a inner self that is pushing out; birthing.
Just this morning I photographed a cluster of emerging apple blossoms. All winter they hid beneath, what is called in botanical terms, their own individual “cicatrix” — the scar left by the fall of a leaf. Without this protective scar, the potential of the blossoms to emerge this morning would not have been realized.
We’re all scarred in one way of another. I started work on “Deep Time” going on seven months ago. It’s a time laborious effort to reveal what’s beneath the surface. The many layers of complexity that want out, that want to emerge into this world.
Public humiliation can be scarring. It might, however, free up an aspect ourselves waiting to bloom. Compassion, forgiveness, tolerance born through our scars. Not perfect, yet perfectly beautiful.
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