thesis. writing. and writing. and writing
“Certainly for artists of all stripes, the unknown, the idea or the form or the tale that has not yet arrived is what must be found. It is the job of artists to open doors and invite prophesies, the unknown, the unfamiliar; it is where their work comes from, although its arrival signals the beginning of the long disciplined process of making it their own.”[i]
– Rebecca Solnit, author
The lights slowly dim and I am left staring into a ringing darkness, waiting. I cannot and do not try to predict what the next moment will bring. My arms are folded just so, enough to share in narrow rest with another’s warm arm. Whispers and shuffles fade into stillness as silence swells into a vibrating fullness. A familiar velvet cushion is the buoy from which I will look out over this unchartered expanse. Anything can happen. This might be my favorite feeling of all time. I savor the fleeting vastness of this moment, of not knowing what will imminently materialize before my eyes. I am mixed with many things. Never is it so real to stand at the precipice of the unknown than sitting in a dark theater just before the curtain rises.
[i] Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost (New York: Viking, 2005), 5