Catharsis
In this time of pandemic-induced social isolation I sometimes find myself feeling a bit like a caterpillar socially isolated in a shiny chrysalis. Shiny because I remain positive about one day breaking out, transformed into something akin to a feather-light Monarch butterfly. It will be a stunningly beautiful day, fresh air, fresh life, freedom like I haven’t felt in years, going around hugging people I don’t even know. I can image the way that will feel. Cathartic. Immensely, beautifully, deeply meaningfully cathartic.
This painting represents that moment. I’ll be a bit dazed at first, slightly confused, pieces of old memory floating around in my brain, then … foomp … realization. We have been set free.
It’s coming. I know it’s coming. Catharsis. Butterflies. Us. Again. But kinder, more accepting of each other, and definitely more loving.
I know we have it in us.