Give me an endless stream of music. An endless wall of paintings. A stunning array of ball gowns from a gala in Italy in 1959 or something Jackie wore that’s in an iconic photo. Shoes from 16th century China. A photograph taken at the precise right moment. Give me all of those things and then give me an empty canvas. A brush. Some paint. Let me make some art. The cycle continues. Unbroken. See the art. Create some art. Be the art. Just give it to me in all of its forms.
I discarded four bags of clothes I no longer wear and forgot I owned today thinking that would make my closet and room suddenly become uncluttered. It looks worse. Like a bomb inside of a tornado happened in my room. That’s the thing about purging: it takes time to rebuild what has been destroyed and discarded. It’s no different with life: it takes time to rebuild what has been destroyed and discarded. The old makes room for the new and the entire process will render everything changed and new. In the newness, something different must emerge, which is why growth is often a painful process. My room looks bad now so it can look differently, reflecting the change I’ve gone through. Gotta make space for the new.