Paint a picture, do so by all means. Let yourself go. Look at it later, what did you paint?
You have may have some idea what it is, but not quite. And, so you will contrive a theme, adduce a reason, or manifest an emotion. Some of these may represent what it is, some may not, but none ever all of what it is, in the subtext.
Abstract art is a representation of the hidden reality in what is our apparent reality, an apparent reality influenced by the senses in the present depicted in imagery.
It would be incorrect to characterize it as a departure from reality in depiction of imagery in art, as most do including Wikipedia. It mirrors the mind, our emotions, what we see of the outside, a presumed outside of a presumed inside. Such presumptions are always of the deluded kind, deluded by the underlying emotions.
It may manifests unresolved suppressed dark emotions of trauma of the past, perhaps many lifetimes that we all possess in some degree.
Most of us can relate with the abstract as it translates into imagery what would otherwise be the mute sub-vocal unconscious, our own. It may not make much sense to some of us as it can distort what we consider accurate representation, our own subjective.
The color of your face can seem white to me when it is black but that depends on how I color my own mind. Seeing the world as happy or sad just depends on what or how I feel inside of me. It maybe that I am just confused and angry, and then that is what it is. That is how our mind is when we are confused and angry. And how I feel and see the inside of me is how I see my outside.
Our reality is what we make it to be, a construct, our own. Mine is different to yours. And it may be different to a collective standard, a collective subjective.
And, it allows our mind to vent our pain, it unlocks our hidden emotions. It is our unconscious.
So, let’s see if we can read it, let’s regress our mind.
Here’s a simple technique I have devised.
When you are of settled mind, not disturbed by all of your chores and errands take the picture that you painted, hold it before you. Look at it, look at every detail carefully, and take it into your mind. But do not think of anything, of why or what you did. It is just taking an impression of the image into your mind.
Now close your eyes, just settle down. Take your time. Try visualizing the image, just what you saw. Try to get its afterimage as clear as possible. It is now before you in your mind’s eye. Now become one with it, go into it and see it as a mirror of your mind and rest on it. Lose yourself in it, let go. Let your mind proliferate and just observe, have awareness without contrivance. Settle in and just observe what comes to mind.
And soon, your mind will begin to reveal all of what was locked in it, a representation of which was transferred into the canvass. You can relive the moments.
There is no use in regressing, back to a past if you cannot use it to heal so it can benefit the present and give you closure.
Emotions always involve our self and someone else. And, that someone else may well be our self. It may also be a hotchpotch of both and that makes it more difficult to differentiate between one or the other, as to which is which, that continue to fester with new emotions.
We can only resolve what remains in our minds that prick and poke us, has the potential to affect us in the present, by understanding and compassion. Most importantly, understanding ourselves and of compassion to ourselves.
The understanding is one that recognizes and accepts that all of us are just human beings driven by emotion, by anger and aversion, by desire and attachment and by just delusion of the confused mind. And whatever we do or did was done in such minds, just as would a drunkard at times of drunkenness.
It is to have the understanding that to harp on in the present out of a Harken to the unresolved of a past, and to live it in the present is none other than out of our own foolishness.
And, then by placing ourselves in the position of our tormentor, a tormentor who caused torment by his own implosion we feel an empathy from within for such foolishness. We feel a sense of compassion for both our self as tormentor and our self as the tormented.
And, in compassion, a compassion that arises once we are devoid of wickedness and indignation we find love, a love that is absent of ill will, love and compassion from a pain now extinguished.
There are many others ways we can express our unconscious. Melody, song and prose are some, and of course certain types of meditation and hypnosis.
No comments:
Post a Comment