Today’s photo is something unexpected, unexpected for me and by the end of this post I dare say unexpected for you. As you look at the photo simply note what you are thinking, what you notice, and how you feel.
I can tell you the photo has been cropped and has one filter applied. From the days of film photography, and formal art training, I learned you could imply “truth” by printing the entire frame. Once that lesson was learned my astute teacher pointed out there was always a bias, as much bias in the eye of the viewer as there was in the eye of the photographer!
So before the final reveal I wanted to relate this to depression (duck incoming non-sequitor!) and how the word “depression” is interpreted. Depression is a very common thread within the realms of PTSD, though it stands strong on its own. Depression is something that causes one to stop beyond comprehension. It means that getting dressed, showered, or eating can all be too much work. Interestingly, until you have witnessed, or lived this state of being, depression can easily be “fixed”. Once up close and personal with this state of being the experience is near inexplicable, and feels unfixable.
Sumptuous Presumption is the title of this post because I am not so sure the title Depression would draw you the same way (insert chuckle). It is also because I believe our world loves it’s labels! The world loves having everything defined. For me, I define Depression as a “State of Being.” It is a place of existence where the only way is to live is within that state and allow depression to reveal it’s limits through the passage of time, and possibly, much needed medication.
In Origins of Graytuft I share with you the fact that I sat and watched a tree grow. What you may not know is watching that tree grow was actually quite beautiful. When I had to pull myself out of watching, to be as the world needed, I was overwhelmed and beyond exhausted. Realistically all I could truly manage was to watch my tree grow.
The first photo in this post represents what it felt like to watch the tree grow. The second photo is what it felt to try to explain what was going on. This last photo is maybe what the world saw when they observed my inexplicable state. As you observe this last photo think about the first photo and your original interpretation.
As we close I invite you to shift the next time you try to fit yourself into the world the way you are supposed to be. Shift and consider imagining your own sumptuous presumption extrapolated from the reality you see at hand.
Jt signing off for shift.