In my dream, I was high in the sky hovering over the turquoise sea, and while I had no idea what was holding me up, I knew I had to let go. Gripping a pencil in one hand and a ladder in the other, I let go but good, not really wondering whether I should have kept the ladder to break my fall and save me from a sure death. Before I knew it, I was frolicking in the warm, salty water and the ladder stretched out before me, floating on the surface, and I swam over, lay down and used it as a raft. My only concern was that I would attract sharks, but my fear was unfounded, my life was intact and my pencil in hand.
Last night, I went to the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts and to see the exhibit Cuba! Art and History. There was a photograph that struck me, for obvious reasons, of a man tripping on the edge of a stone wall, falling into the sea.
At home in the Caribbean Sea, Oracabessa, Jamaica
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3 Responses to Sea Me
hello brenda,
i think we have to be cautious about romanticizing water as a notion of life itself. water can be both destructive and life sustaining. especially in Cuba…..how many people have been swallowed up by it in trying to escape the island. i believe that for this artist water may not be “life itself” but rather the very shape of his prison. have you seen the movie Before Night Falls by Julien Schnabel ?
adriana
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i agree with what you say about water, adriana, i have been to cuba, and have seen ‘when night falls.’ i have my own fear of it, having nothing to do with harsh political realities, but with sharks. the water terrifies and fills me. life and death both. it’s true i was lost in a reverie when i wrote the entry (having just been saved by the water in my dream) and was only thinking of myself.
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The ocean sustains me… and despite its potential for destruction and harm, I am and have always been, drawn to it.
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