I felt inspired by The Great Gatsby and the idea of the green light. I feel like I'm perpetually waiting and wishing for someone to come - like I'm looking out into the distance and holding onto any semblance of hope that something is coming. I'm holding onto hope itself.
I feel like I am constantly living outside of myself and I am just watching everything slip away from me... only to be reminded of it in my dreams. I am constantly looking back into my past and wishing that I could have the opportunity to relive the happiness and correct the sadness. I'm stuck and I'm blinded... I'm mesmerized by my own sort of green light.
Perhaps the waiting is a good thing - maybe I am being prepared for whatever is in store for me or maybe my patience is simply just being tested... But I fear that I won't know what is reality and what is the teasing image of my deepest desires.
I wish I was no longer waiting...
--J.
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My interpretation of the green light - Watercolour & Penci; Mixed Media |