I have been hitting the gym at regular intervals and I'm surprised how much it has helped to center me. I thought I would be a lot more results focused but I find myself not at all caring about the end goal. Just getting in there, getting my heart pumping and my blood circulating, does enough to remind me that I am alive and healthy. I am lucky. Everything we have managed to achieve is a lot more than we thought possible two years or three years ago. Perhaps it is this mindset that got my ass to the gym. Perhaps it was watching my brother struggle so intimately with physical pain. Our bodies fail us. Things happen, outside forces beyond our control - incidents, accidents, pain, suffering and disease - and what are we left with? We need to look at the bigger picture when it comes to doing the little things. The small decisions I make today will make me a better person. I will be stronger, healthier and happier. This is what Cimpoe Gallery is all about. It is about passion. It is about embracing and loving those things that mean something to us. It isn't about the outside noise. Find the center and live that moment, however fleeting, because it is the only thing that will ever make sense. February, so cold and bleak, is also a great month of reflection. Reminders of what has passed and then the spring that is about to burst forth with so much light and beauty. I have always loved February. I thought of my father today as I watched the snow on the grass. The only snow of the season. He died in the summer. He was born in February. There was an aria by Handel on the radio and I thought of what it was like when he died and the world felt like it was very far away and there were no edges to any of the things I touched. Everything was an extension to this prolonged waking dream and it was overtly smooth. Round. It wasn’t that it was very sad, because it was, but mostly I felt a sense of relief that this terrible moment - the death of my father from a merciless cancer- should finally come to pass. And it did. The edges exist now in the decade since his passing. Hard lines that define this moment from one that was so confusing and strange. We barely ever get to see outside ourselves from one moment to the next. We go on living and outliving. Breathing in and breathing out. It is important to center ourselves and find our footing among both the soft and hard edges, not for fear of falling off a cliff, but to better see what it is that is keeping us from moving forward.
Beautiful and ethereal painting by Peter Cimpoe. Geisha in the Woods / circa 2016.