Full of emptiness

I don’t know you, because I actually don’t know anything about any topic, but I’ll speak for myself. I hate New Year’s Eve and the “new beginning”. As I have said for decades now, all borders are imaginary!

It’s been years since I went to sleep around 10 o’clock on December 31^st, I care not celebration, joy or laughs, or grief and tears for that matter, because for a lot of the world’s population that’s how it is.

Sunlight In An Empty Room - Edward Hopper - 1963

But I don’t fool myself, even when I’m a complete fool, I truly believe it is possible to die from sadness. Some of us are full of emptiness, and for the grotesque, it seems, the sun rises, the sky turns strong, beautiful blue, and that soft heat touches our skin. Nevertheless, we can still feel loneliness in the middle of a crowd. We can freeze at the zenith.

So sad, a couple of bedroom pic trying to sell an emptiness subject painting.

Edward Hopper apparently knew that feeling too. As deep as the valley can get, I still can feel the softness of the wind, the shine of light, the hug of day’s warmth he masterly captured in his painting “Sunlight In An Empty Room”. Gallerists, curators, and all that pleiad of Cesars can give all sorts of interpretations and speeches pretending to know the soul of the artist, but only those who have lived the urgency of death when the world is tumbling really know. A silent lament can be heard all around, and then, amazingly, the afternoon sunlight makes me levitate over the dark valley, and embraces me just like Hopper’s emptiness awe.

Have you ever felt it?

Full of emptiness