Thursday, April 08, 2010
Painting something every day.
"A worthy Father, Abba Paul, who lived in a vast solitude called Porphyrium, sustained himself on palm fruits and a small garden which gave him enough to support and feed himself; he had no other possibility of performing useful work, since his desert dwelling lay distant from towns or inhabited country, and the cost of transporting any goods he had made would be more than they could possibly be worth. He used to collect palm fronds and carefully make a daily amount of work as if he were to support himself thus. When his cave was quite blocked up with the products of a whole year's careful work, every year he would put all of it on the fire and burn it. By doing this he showed that a monk cannot remain happily in one place without manual labor, nor ever rise to perfect virtue, so that even when the necessities of life do not demand it, he should perform it simply for the purification of his heart, the control of his thoughts, perseverance in the cell and the defeat and overthrow of acedia itself." - Chapter 24 - Abba Paul, who every year used to burn what he had made with his hands.
No - I am not going to burn my paintings.
Art: "It is a question of discipline," the little prince said to me later on.