|Sketch for Predawn (bird in flight) 18 x 24 charcoal|
Without a pattern
In no part of our lives is "this" acceptable. When resources are irregular, we experience anxiety about our future. Go days where you don't have food and when it comes, it's in meager quantities, it will make you wonder if you have a future. Or maybe you can push off anxiety long enough to discover the pattern in the random availability of your resources...hmmm.
We need rhythm, a beat, a pattern to fit in this world. We realize how much it's needed in it's absence and in the times where those vital patterns our absent, we are like lost children, searching for home.