Jekyll Island Beach 2012

Jekyll Island Beach 2012
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Sunday, February 17, 2013

An Artist's Critical Mass

  "Bad Moon Rising"               J. McEwen

The Rogue Speaks:

Jenny's prompt for her  Centusians this week is "I've Officially Reached Critical Mass."

Have I ever reached critical mass?  No, but I have come pretty close in my life.  At the next-to-last moment, though, something deep inside me always managed to catch hold and drag me back to fight another day.  That something, sometimes called "the will to live," I believe to be a kind of intellectual curiosity.  "If I hang on, I wonder just how this will all shake out."  My curiosity about life has always managed to snuff out that fuse that could eventually lead to critical mass.

Of what does your "will to live" consist?

This is my offering for Jenny's Saturday's Centus.  Now, I'm off to read the other entries.  You should, too!!


Tracy Cook said...

I can identify with what you said.
Life is to short to spend at critical mass

JJ said...

That basic will to live is what keeps strong people strong. Good for you!

Karen S. said...

The basic will to live works for me! Have you checked out the beach-babes I posted for you?

Judie said...

Karen, I left you a message about those babes! 28 degrees this morning!

Viki said...

You are a better woman than me, ha!!

Kris Osage said...

When I reflect on all the critical masses I've created, it was such a waste of my energy and then people thought I was kinda nuts too...Great take on the prompt Judie !!! :)

Karen S. said...

Judie, this is perfect you took the words right out of my own thoughts! Thank goodness too- because my will to live is really-really extra super-duper strong to LIVE!!!

Karen S. said...

I totally forgot to mention I like your title with this, Artist!

Jo said...

love the painting ... and it so suits the prompt.
critical mass .... ummmm... never ... yeah I'm not buying my statement either ...

Jenny said...

This is an amazing painting, Judie.

I dunno. Sometimes I think survival is just sheer stubborness.

Or perhaps pride in not wanting to fail.

Hang on girl.

Things are gonna get better!

I think!

I think!

I hope!