Our soul has a crack and sounds, once you can reach it, like a precious broken vase long lost within the depths of the earth.
V.Kandinsky in “Du spirituel dans l’art, et dans la peinture en particulier “,1912
In fact as I am writing this I have been out of work for more than 3 months now as a result of the effect of it on my mind. All those things that seemed so important before my experience suddenly lost their importance. Even my job as a family doctor looks fake and absurd to me now. What good can it be to take care of sneezing, coughing and joint aches while humanity is facing overpopulation, climate changes and an ecological disaster ? At first I tried to hang on, to do my job and my duty. But after one year of effort the conflict between the absurdity of working 80 hours a week to pay the bills for things I really don’t need on one side and my mind searching desperately for meanings on the other side resulted in a complete breakdown. On my hospital bed in the emergency room that day I decided to change my way of dealing with my life.
After weeks of intense brainstorming I finally came to the conclusion that the only meaningful way to spend the rest of my time on this planet would be to start my life over at the point I left it in 1981 when I decided to become a doctor. Before that my dream was to become a painter. And it occurs to me now that humanity is more in need of painters than of physicians these days.
So I bought some pencils and brushes and went back to drawing and painting.
It’s all about existing before the final curtain comes down