I am not a cryer. Which is why I was surprised to find myself silently weeping for a solid half hour as I finished reading “A Man Called Ove”. As I sat there asking myself “Why are you crying?” I finally realized that I wasn’t crying because the ending was sad. I was crying because the ending was so full of truth. And it made me wonder if other people have this kind of reaction to things that resonate so truthfully with them. Like a key unlocking a powerful piece of knowledge that once free, allows you to move forward more purposefully.
I experience these moments when making my art as well, though they aren’t usually accompanied by uncontrollable tears. But often as I make a mark, or afterward when I look over what I’ve done for the day, I have such a strong feeling of connection to little bits of my paintings that I know that in those marks are pieces of my own truth.