#sagethoughts

[sagetsukimura]

In light of what's occuring in Israel, and Gaza, I've been trying so hard to find the words that could help, that could change something. It only takes one person, as long as it's the right person, to change this, yeah? If i could find the right words, someone could find the words, maybe-

Maybe.

But it just feels like I'm banging on a door that will never open. They already know what I want to say. They have already made up their minds. They don't even want to read them.

As a writer, words are a way I reach out, connect to others, and make them feel, because thats what communication is- conveying a wish, a thought, a feeling. But in a world where you can be bombarded with tweet and emails, why would anyone take the time to read them? In a sea where thousands are saying the same, trying to find a way to connect to someone, anyone, to tell them how unbearable it all is. Can't you see? And show them.

Because this doesn't feel like a disagreement. It feels like they are just straight up refusing to look, like if they dont see it, its not happening, and if its not happening, than its not real, and if its not real, its not WRONG.

And it is, can't you feel it? It feels so WRONG.

Videos are working well; how couldn't they? They are the truth, brutal and graphic and horrible and there for all to see. Propaganda struggles with it, lets be honest. More and more people are seeing. But it feels like its not enough, not fast enough, anyway. By the time enough people understand, won't we have run out of time?

But it's easy to just scroll past. It takes time to watch a video, after all.

So the issue is time, right? It takes time to read words, to feel them. Time to watch a video, and understand what you are seeing.

It's passed midnight, and words dont feel like enough.

-So lets to it the old fashioned way!- My brain suggests. -You need to do something with all this guilt and grief and helplessness anyway! Better to build than to break, make something beautiful out of the ugly. Something to make them LOOK. Make them FEEL-

-Art has been around longer than words, anyhow. The right colors in the right place, and their eyes will stick, for just a second longer. Faces, brains are good at registering those. Placement, into that familar swirl, a puzzle, a picture, just a moment. The feeling will be there before they finish realizing what they are looking at.-

-That's harder to run from. You can forget an article you read, a video you scrolled right past.-

-But a painting? When your eyes are designed to catch those colors, follow those lines, make that connection? That's harder. Especially if you pause, and keep looking. The feeling grows. -

-They'll look for words. Of course they will. Words add context, explain. Tell you what to think before you feel. One of humanities greatest inventions. -

-But we are artists before we learn to write, and so the colors speak first. What is a writer, but a painter with words?-

-If there are no words attached, or very few, you are forced to follow that feeling, look around. Know it in a way you couldn't before. Wouldn't.-

-What is this painting trying to say? They will think. But that's the second step. I've already done my job.-

-They've seen it now, a hint of a soul made bare. Felt it, briefly, in the tightening in thier chest. Just for a moment. -

-Words fail, I think, in moment like these, when no one is listening. -

-So maybe I can make them SEE.-

[sagefearstudios]

Diagnosed with migraines when i was so young. Dealing with them, going through dozens of meds, 3 neurologists who didnt listen or help, many hospital visits where they did some scans, gave me meds and sent me home.

Years later i find out that excedrine is the only thing that even touches my migraines. few years ago i found out migraines are a disease and not just bad headaches.

Like cool...this is why i have extreme issues and medical trauma and have no trust in doctors.

No more IV, no more scans, no more tests. Im sick of it and refuse to ever go to a doctor unless its absolutely last resort.