My darling daughter has been pestering me to write something on our blog. Blog writing is new for me. However, she says I am to write 2 paragraphs. So here it goes.
Paragraph 2 (hee, hee)
I am currently enrolled in a mixed media class. The purpose of the class is to strengthen and enliven our art and to find ways of imparting our individual voice. On the surface one would observe a group of women busily cutting and gluing various papers onto a board with rock music playing in the background. ..actually right behind my head. There is banter going on about aging and losing one’s faculties. There are also some discussions about the woes of having an ‘artist block’. This kind of talk is interspersed with kindness towards one another and a true spirit of helping one another with the project at hand. As I am sitting there in my smock surrounded by bags of art supplies and trying desperately to find my artistic voice. I suddenly feel overwhelmingly stymied and all I want to do is to pack up my supplies and run! When I arrived home, I was in a state of confusion. This feeling stayed with me for the rest of the night. The next day, I vowed that I was going to go out to my art studio and start my art assignment with renewed energy and clarity of thought. As I was sitting there making my collage and listening for inspiration, I began thinking about a movie that I had seen years ago.
Do you remember the film, ‘Chocolat’?
If you haven’t seen the movie, it is about a single woman and her daughter, who took on a stodgy old European village. The duo opened a chocolate shop filled with tasty, irresistible, chocolate creations that had a strange and pleasing effect on everyone. After the movie, I remembered going back to my books for a session of study. About an hour into the study, I realized that I had just finished a cup of ‘hot chocolate’!! I like hot chocolate but I seldom if ever make it! The theme of the movie was that the chocolate was IRRESISTIBLE and here I was hypnotically acting out what I had seen in the movie. Hmm it was quite startling.
After this little clip appeared on my mental screen, I began to wonder how much we are giving our consent to ‘act out’ what we hear in every day conversations or by things that we hear and see in the media?
Are we acting out medical opinions or beliefs about age or views that we have about ourselves OR views that others have about us?