I must admit I would probably not make it into the Hall of Fame for the most positive Pollyannish attitude in life. I love to laugh, but there is a hint of melancholy always waiting in the wings. And no, I don’t need antidepressants. They mask feeling and produce weight gain, and that would make me melancholy!
I think the melancholy is the part of me that feels deeply, that empathizes, that creates. And it is that part of my soul that has made me see my world in pictures. Since I was a child, the framing of my world was unconscious, but it was the frame and the details within which became the raw materials for my art, poetry, music, and photographs.
Looking for details can be altogether clinical–the checking off the box exercise that many of my students do just to get the grade. But it is in the details where we see the true picture of the artist. It is in the details that we learn what the author or poet is really trying to say. And it is in those details where I find joy.
The melancholy me is pained by the ragged chaotic world, but finding the beauty in the details of life is what feeds the inner me and gives me hope that there is love and life beyond the brokenness.