#wounds
Saber
You are everything I thought you never were!
Seeing my scars fade is one of the biggest triggers of my life
Healing takes time.
Faking a smile is easier than explaining why you’re sad.
Why am I stressing myself over someone who doesn’t even ask me if I am okay?
“If a wound is where interior becomes exterior, here is a woman who is almost entirely wound—an exposed column of nerve and blood and muscle. Her body is utterly exposed and also severed from itself—losing shreds of flesh, losing its lips. After the mute call, we get this confession: ‘It pains me to record this, / I am not a melodramatic person.’ This closing motion performs a simultaneous announcement and disavowal of pain: This hurts; I hate saying that. It describes how the act of admitting one wound creates another one: it pains me to record this. And yet, the poet must record, because the wounded self can’t express anything audible: Calling mutely through lipless mouth.
What feels most resonant here, to me, isn’t just the speaker’s willingness to grant pain such a drastic shape—nerve and blood—but to confess her shame at this vessel, its blood and gore, its bluntness. I think of the bulb of my skinned knee, badge of my heartbreak, and how I loved the clarity of what it spoke but felt utterly pained by how much I loved it. I am not a melodramatic person. I’ve never wanted to be one, either.”
Leslie Jamison, The Grand Unified Theory of Female Pain
“Are there moments when you place yourself quietly in the Lord’s presence, when you calmly spend time with him, when you bask in his gaze? Do you let his fire inflame your heart? Unless you let him warm you more and more with his love and tenderness, you will not catch fire. How will you then be able to set the hearts of others on fire by your words and witness? If, gazing on the face of Christ, you feel unable to let yourself be healed and transformed, then enter into the Lord’s heart, into his wounds, for that is the abode of divine mercy.”
~ Pope Francis
[Basking - A Corner in the Alhambra, 1883 - Tom Roberts]
• The first Pope of the Americas Jorge Mario Bergoglio hails from Argentina. The 76-year-old Jesuit Archbishop of Buenos Aires is a prominent figure throughout the continent, yet remains a simple pastor who is deeply loved by his diocese, throughout which he has travelled extensively on the underground and by bus during the 15 years of his episcopal ministry. More: http://www.vatican.va/content/francesco/en/biography/documents/papa-francesco-biografia-bergoglio.html
• An influential landscape painter, Tom Roberts had a profound impact on Australian art with his use of impressionistic techniques and promotion of painting outdoors or en plein air. He was considered the leader of the Heidelberg school (also known as the Australian Impressionists) – the first distinctively Australian school of painting. A vocal advocate for ‘national’ subject matter, he produced many iconic artworks of rural labour and the light and atmosphere of the bush. More: https://www.artgallery.nsw.gov.au/collection/artists/roberts-tom/
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“Until you heal the wounds of your past, you are going to bleed. You can bandage the bleeding with food, with alcohol, with drugs, with work, with cigarettes, with sex; but eventually it will all ooze through and stain your life. You must find the strength to open the wounds, stick your hand inside, pull out the core of the pain that is holding you in your past - the memories - and make peace with them.”— Iyanla Yanzant
“Give me that!”
These people impaled with paintbrushes. I guess the meaning varies from painting to painting. I’m intending it to work on a symbolic level. Symbolic of deep wounds, pain, but also insight. Symbolic of getting to the heart of something and about trying to paint that. ——-
Three Temporary Triptychs 2018 oil on canvas 80cm x 60cm each panel. ——
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Why God permits crosses: He permits mental crosses, like worries, fear, anxieties, to make us feel His absence. If our love of goodness does not draw us to Him, at least our weariness will throw us back to Him. He permits physical crosses like sufferings to make us feel His Presence. Sickness forcibly draws us away from the world and its pleasures, and makes us realize that His scarred Hands cannot touch us without leaving wounds.
– Archbishop Fulton Sheen
Calvary – Michael Godard(2008)
Perhaps you are filled with shame for causing My bitter passion. Do not be afraid. This cross inflicts a mortal injury, not on Me, but on death. These nails no longer pain Me, but only deepen your love for me. I do not cry out because of these wounds, but through them I draw you into My heart.
My body was stretched on the cross as a symbol, not of how much I suffered, but of My all-embracing love. I count it no less to shed My blood: it is the price I have paid for your ransom. Come, then, return to Me and learn to know Me as your Father, Who repays good for evil, love for injury, and boundless charity for piercing wounds.
~ from a sermon by Saint Peter Chrysologus, bishop
