This week has been a tragic one, my lovelies. The world has lost two great creative minds, and the hole they leave gapes wide. The likes of David Bowie and Alan Rickman will not come again soon.
I’ve been struck by how deeply this loss has affected people, and how much flak they’re getting for it. It’s given me cause to think about art, and relationships, and kindness.
There are stories that say, when you bond with another person on an intimate, spiritual level, that you exchange pieces of your souls. There is a connection created by revealing the vulnerability within oneself, and it isn’t easily broken or overlooked. Call it a broader definition of “soulmate,” if you will.
To create art, you need to get inside yourself and touch the spots that are sore. Not just gently caress them, but probe deeply, with forceps and a bright light. Dig and poke, until within that soreness you find the thing you need to get out and share. Your art isn’t just pretty words or nice drawings, it’s you. It is your vulnerability made manifest. You are giving away a piece of your soul.
You would think that, at this rate, making art would cause you to be a very empty vessel, and quickly. But every time you pull out those shards of glass, and polish them up for someone to find, they get found. Many people will walk right by, and not understand what they see. These people will not fill that place in your soul. Your art is not meant for them. But someone else will come by, and that bit of you that’s waiting out there, it will fill a place in them that they didn’t know was empty.
It will say to them, “There you are. I see you.” And they will hear it. It is for them that your soul split apart. And it is they who will send you a piece in return. They will fill your cup.
So if you are feeling a deep loss, and getting shit for mourning someone you never knew, I say that’s crap. You knew all you needed to know, and they knew you too. They saw you, and called out to you. You exchanged pieces of your souls. Of course you’re grieving.
Of all the things people could be saying about these two men, the common thread has been that they were both self-effacing, good-humored, and above all, kind. Let’s take that as our cue, and practice more kindness towards each other. Even if you aren’t feeling the loss, give room to those that are. They lost a piece of themselves this week.
To close, one of my favorite songs. It’s a favorite because it was the first song on the first mix-tape made for me by my high school best friend, Chris. She was a lot of fun, and had a great record collection. Cheers, Chris. My sincere sympathies on your loss.