The Space Between

...is where I/we all seem to be right now. So much dismantling of the land is shaping up. Tornadoes, earthquakes, floods. We have to remember we are on a ball made of rock and water held together by unseen force and floating through space defined by the lack of substance in between objects. So much and so little happen; royal weddings come and go of a privileged class by birth which are media-vomited down our throats as if they were all that mattered, terrorist leaders taking their last stand behind sandy walls, and celebrity children of celebrities selling out Radio City Music Hall on account of bad behavior.
I am reading Life by Keith Richards. He writes of the silent quiet spaces between the chords, the drums, the vocals that become interesting, beautiful.
I think it is the many dazzling facets of ones Life that become the brilliance. The facets. The flat blank spaces between the hard angled ridge in a diamond.
The space.
We are so compelled to fill our lives with constant, that the moment of pause makes one unnerved. Fidgety. Vulnerable.
Keith is right. It is the space that is beautiful. It allows you to recognize where you just came from, and gives clue as to where you may be headed.

Study for (The) Space Between 

Oil, Oil Stick on Canvas

8" x 12"

Michael Gardner