Breath

I spent some time with a friend today, someone who is very advanced in their yoga practice. I’ve admittedly not been doing any for some time, and many of the things she was saying resonated with me – this idea of pushing and pulling, giving and taking back, breathing in and breathing out…a flow of energy through your body. In that moment you almost feel like the ground beneath your feet is an extension of your body, as if there is no longer any boundary to your physical self.

Funnily enough, it kind of reflects what I was thinking about with cubism in the last post. The difference is, the breath carries that energy, from the earth through your centre and out again. There is a wonderful feeling of connection. So I am reminded to try bring some yoga practice back into my daily routine.

I’ve tried to capture this feeling and energy in this image. Inevitably, it is a dynamic sketch, showing a static heaviness in the resting arms, moving to reach up to the sky.

Communication

I’ve always loved the power of the art, to convey a feeling, a thought or idea, a truth. Language can bend messages and twist truths. But then so can images. Sometimes the best writers and poets succeed in building vibrant images with language, but a different version is always imagined depending on who is listening or reading. Visual and Audio art is also read in whatever way your brain is willing to digest it. Just like your brain draws an imaginary line around the atom, or between tides, we build our own systems to understand the world around us. These limit us, but we clearly cannot function without them.
Will my truth and your truth ever be completely the same? Can two people ever achieve a complete understanding of one another? Sometimes there are moments, maybe sparks, where this can happen, but I don’t think two beings could ever be in complete synthesis for a sustained period.

Relationships are like this. As you build them you gradually accumulate more of these sparks, and bonds are formed. Sometimes those initial sparks might be all you have, other times we build on them to form intense life-long friendships, or maybe one day we realise we only thought they were happening and the truth was completely different. It’s funny how fundamentally, I think everyone desires completeness with others. It’s a shame what rubbish communicators we are.

This post isn’t so much to do with tides, more reflections. One might be the truth; the other your perception of it; the other someone else’s. Of course there is no knowing which is which. Your truth is yours and no one else’s, and probably not the truth at all.