Some of us believe our wealth defines who we are. We believe we are fortified, secured and sheltered behind it, and the more we accumulate of it the more secure we believe we are. We believe that our wealth makes us who we are, and when we do not have it, well, so what does that tell us about ourselves?

   For others it is their position in the world; they are ranked above the masses. This position makes pretenses that they are secure. The power that comes with it does not just put them at the top of the line, for them there is no line.

   Still, there are others, who have physical strength and beauty. They are the center of attraction, and being given preference over others often is taken for granted.

   So to openly step from behind what we possess, of which we have worked hard for, or our position in life, of which we fought for, or the physical beauty, of which we work hard to keep, is for many a real challenge; to sometimes get our hands dirty, to get in line, to go out without the makeup.

   We often resist these challenges. Perhaps the cause of our resistance is that we do not know if we will still be accepted, how we will be perceived, or if we can trust those who see our true selves; in other words, the fear of vulnerability.

   To always stay behind these advantages and their pretenses, can weaken our character; the illusion that we are, by them, protected, defined and preferred. To come out and make oneself vulnerable, even when it is uncomfortable and humbling strengthens character. 



  This image "Placed" is symbolic for that vulnerability. Granted it is only a spoon left on a table after all of the other utensils have been collected. Yet, it defines itself; not needing anything else to do that; no spoons, forks, knives to blend in with, or their shadows to hide behind. It is alone, exposed, vulnerable; and in this it's a strong image. 

   Placing oneself out there with no pretenses, as this isolated spoon, and then deal with the consequences, and deal with those consequences alone, and to face the fear is to be brave, and what is bravery except in overcoming one’s fear. 

   True, our wealth is an extension of who we are, and this is in no way denying and rejecting the benefits of it, and as every woman true to her nature wants a man of position, and every man true to his nature wants a woman of beauty, there are for sure advantages gained by them. However, these things are not who we are. Who we are may be better defined by our reaction to finding out that we have cancer, or because of an auto accident, become paralyzed. Our reaction to this is what really defines us, and having faith is what protects us. 

    We, as artist, are the most vulnerable. We put ourselves out there with each and every image, sculpture, dance, song, poem, novel, etc. We have to withstand the criticisms, mean commits and unkind words, and yet, we do it again and again and again. Yes, there are also words of encouragement which support what we do, and that is wonderful and reassuring, but regardless of the nature of the commits, we put ourselves out there.

   Even as I write this, I have to be authentic and real; talk is cheap. I have to stand my ground regardless of what I may lose by doing so. I have to champion this position by placing myself in the position of vulnerability, and therefore lead by example; to be like this spoon, and be strong.

   My own love of intimacy, tenderness and stillness is being revealed with each image I post, and I hope that by posting them, exposing my feelings through them, and writing my blogs, that my vulnerability causes a connection with you __ the viewers, my readers. Without that connection the role of the artist has failed, and that connection can not be achieved without him or her being vulnerable.

   Please tell me if I have connected. If I did, how was that done?