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by 1996
2850 days ago
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First, I fully agree with everything you say. It can not be replaced, and it is horrible. I did not write to make a pleasantry. I have empathy for the loss and the sadness. However, the hurt is mediated by attachment to the past. It is not possible to alter the past, but its interpretation is more vulnerable. I am only trying to share a way: recognizing it is due to attachment. Then it only becomes nostalgia which can only really hurt by the sense of alienation. It becomes "easier" to handle. I remind of the taste of the cooking by my mother and grandmother - a taste that I am unable to replicate - or even even name the dishes. My mother lamented than I prefer english to her native tongue. It is all true. I just chose to lessen the hurt by detaching myself from the past. |
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My grandfather was an artist. Art is always sadness to me. Even my photography. The flavor of sadness, I've experienced a variety of these.
I don't know if this comes through in all of my art, but, that's me. Art, sadness. I suppose I detach from it by making art.