In all my life, I've only once loved a piece of art so much that I had to own it.
And in their holds the freedom not to be found.
- by Josef Brodsky (translated by Marina Shikhman)
There's a girl sitting in that chair looking out the window. She wants so badly to get outside that all you can see of her is her vision of the outside. That's all she is. Take away that hope, that dream, and even the little that's left of her will be gone.
She knows what's out there. She sees it accurately, if somewhat simplistically. But that's not all that she sees: She sees bars, trapping her inside. Keeping her from her heart's desire.
And the tragedy is, those bars aren't really there. She only thinks they are. And so she sits, alone in her room. Hoping and dreaming, but never daring to think that her dream might be attainable. A prisoner of her own fears, her own despair.
When I saw the painting for the first time, the words that popped into my head were, "The Girl Who Wasn't There." That's my own name for the painting.
Does that seem sad? It isn't. Because this is a story with a happy ending. You see, the girl in the chair? That was me not all that long ago. And the day came, as it had to eventually, when I realized that those bars were only in my mind.
'Cause if you don't care, you won't cry
It won't hurt if you don't try
But I still believe in all my dreams
And all that I can be
I'll learn from mistakes, do all that it takes
To make it eventually
'Cause I still believe in me
I'll find an unbreakable heart
To help me get through this part
And I swear I'll never rest
'Till I am standing up there with the very best
Oh, but there's no heart that won't break
And sometimes it's a heartache
But I still believe in all my dreams
And all that I can be
I'll learn from mistakes, do all that it takes
To make it eventually
'Cause I still believe in me
I'll have more as soon as I can.
If you want, you can e-mail me at lisa@starways.net.
Seeya,
Lisa
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