my thinking chair

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Artist Notes

© 2011 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved __________________________________________________________________________________ My Thinking Chair __________________________________________________________________________________ There’s no thinking to be done in the jangle of the world; the shrilling of the phone, the proselytizer at the door, the overfull laundry basket speaking in a reproachful voice give the mind no peace. __________________________________________________________________________________ No, true thought requires silence. __________________________________________________________________________________ There is a special place I go to think, the only place I truly can, apart from that monstrous bed that yawns empty and cold each night when I, exhausted from the worries of the world, throw myself into that waiting despair. But the thinking done there stems from the well of anxiety, not the calm and reasoned introspection that fosters understanding. __________________________________________________________________________________ So, when I must puzzle out this tangle of my life, I seek the clearing in the wood where awaits my chair, battered by exposure to the elements but yet enduring, much like the spirit that finds no peace neither in the day to day nor in the claustrophobic grip of lonely nights. In the familiar embrace of that rough wood I sit and close my eyes – knowing the sun is still shining, the earth still spins, my heart still beats – and think thoughts if not deep, at least meaningful to me. ~ © 2011 RC deWinter