How the Light Gets In
"Ernest Hemingway was a legend in his own life-time— in a sense, a legend of his own making. He worked hard at being a composite of all the manly attributes he gave to his fictional heroes—a hard drinker, big-game hunter, fearless soldier, amateur boxer, and bullfight aficionado."
When I was searching for the "just-right" descriptor I wanted for Hemingway, I came across this blurb. I found it interesting that this legendary man's man was, at the same time, a hopeless romantic. His writing could be soft as silk, and pull mightily on your heart strings, all while his characters wallow in the depths of an epic battle of some kind or another.
The words, "We are all broken. That's how the light gets in." are attributed to him - and what a tender take on humanity from our bullfight aficionado.
'We.' My reaction to that sweet, simple, two-letter word is an immediate sense of community.
'We are all.' Not a one of us is excluded here.
'We are all broken.' A sad statement on the surface, sure. But even broken, you aren't alone.
Things will get broken. Dropped. Damaged. Cracked into a million pieces. The light will come in though - through the cracks - in the form of knowing better, doing differently, changing it all up, and putting it all together again. That's how the light gets in.
"We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master." more wise words from Hemingway. WE. ARE. ALL. Learning, struggling, feeling, becoming.
Break some shit wide open & let the light flood in.
"How the Light Gets In"
Acrylic on Canvas