It’s storming today, so I put some comfort on it. Thinking about the definition of comfort as relief in affliction, I used blue dots for prickling sorrows, and contrasting orange as its consolation. I’m glad I had an umbrella handy.
When I think of comfort, I think of physical calm, lack of irritation, things like hot showers, warm, soft blankets and thick socks when I’m cold, or a cool breeze and diving in the lake when I’m hot. But when I looked up the definition this morning, the majority of the definitions were about consolation and relief: “relief in affliction; consolation; solace.” The definition of consolation is “The act of alleviating or lessening the grief, sorrow, or disappointment of (or state of being consoled).” When I looked up “solace” I got into a definition loop because it is defined as comfort.
I was planning on playing with the textured clear filter I used for snowballs last fall, but now I’m looking at comfort differently. How will I visualize relief in affliction, and alleviation of sorrow? This is much more challenging than I imagined, and may be a theme for an entire month of study or more.
After meditating on how I found comfort in my grief, I realized I found relief working with my hands. When I was suffering, I focused all my attention on my fabric art and costuming. So for today’s abstraction, I used the hand-shaped filter I created for “altruism” last December. I completely changed my color palette, using the soft light of small plastic globe lights and pastel LEDs. Then I played with the depth of field of the mirrorworld to create the shape and its opposite and the impression of hands joined in work.
Poem A Day
Today’s prompt is to write a catch up poem.
Poetry Catch Up
- Shut it off. Shut it all off:
- the information overload; the over-excited electrons; the demands of self and others
- Go outside and look up, all the way up.
- Unhunch, unclench, wriggle until the latch breaks
- Catch blossoms on your tongue
- Catch dew on your lashes and light in your eyes
- Catch bee vibrations and birdsong frequencies
- Catch orange blossom and exhaust, dead fish and night jasmine, sweat and cinnamon all rolling on a breeze
- Catch the moment in your mitts
- Take it inside
- Squeeze it, compress it into a poem