Joy, Isolated and Pure

"A person's life purpose is nothing more than to rediscover,

through the detours of art or love or passionate work, 

those one or two images in the presence of which his

heart first opened."

Albert Camus

Our lives are much more cluttered and fast paced than the days of old.  So it may be more challenging to sift back through years of debris to determine the first time a certain emotion was experienced.  For a struggling new born, it may be a passion for life.  For a child left behind it may be a search for a sense of family and belonging.  The high schooler who was ostracized may spend his life searching for an identity that others would accept.  The college professor with all the letters behind his or her name may spend the remainder of life trying to prove his knowledge.

If we feel emotionally isolated masquerading as the happiest woman alive, the clashing belief system will charge a fee.  A young man denounced by family for his gift may hide it for years to come until a passageway is discovered for him to escape into his true identity.  

The first time I experienced joy will stand out in my mind forever.   A dear friend was up for an award and we both knew the odds of her being the winner were slim.  My mind was reeling with things to uplift her, but there it was .... she had won .... and this golden mist streamed out of my heart, body, and soul.  It sparkled and was pure.  This moment had absolutely nothing to do with me, and therefore it was totally experiencing an emotion, joy for some one else.

Depth of the Work Portrays Suffering and Happiness

"The artist has only to translate the sufferings and happiness

of all into the language of all and he will be universally 

understood.  As a reward for being absolutely faithful to

reality, he will achieve complete communication among men."

Albert Camus

The ballerina uses dance and the artist uses the stroke of a brush  to translate what it is they see and feel in the life surrounding them.  Without words, their expression creates a language for the world to understand.  Neither the ballerina nor the artist demand a rigid interpretation.  

Authors and poets use the stroke of a pen to share what they think, see, and imagine.  The writers demonstrate with shimmering imaginative phrases and momentum paced by the cadence of the words. The heart of the intent may be well cloaked in disguises from nature or human deception.

The ballerina, artist, author and poet intend for the spectator to eventually come to understand the deeper meaning of their work.  What lies upon the surface may be entertaining, but the depth of the work portrays the human sufferings and happiness of all.