Some people think that it’s the tension of being left wanting that makes the artist, the writer, the musician.
Sometimes the beauty of the human spirit expressed through art shines the brightest in the darkest of situations, where want and need constantly lurk behind the corners of our comfort.
Contentment and satisfaction are often short-lived, a tension always pulling at our attention, our ability to focus, and our ability to be at ease with less.
So it is with art, the same as with our lovers. “Are you tired?”. My head was tilted back, my vulnerable neck left exposed, and my eyes were closed. I felt nothing of hunger, or cold or wanting. “I’m content. Sated.”
“I like that,” he said, reclining back on his elbow.
Sated. That’s an evocative word isn’t it? It’s so much better than happy, ok, or even relaxed. Sated, it whispers hints of sloth after completely satisfying the deep hunger of lustful greed and gluttony.
Being satiated rarely leads to ground breaking creativity. It usually just leads to deep, restful sleep.
So why is it, that with our partners we always want more? What’s wrong with a partner who completes you intellectually, another spiritually, and another sexually? Why can’t we just let go of the faults, the tension, the wanting the impossible of knowing someone completely when we never really ever know ourselves? Why do we always want more?
The beauty of all of these relationships; the spiritual, the intellectual and the physical is that they stand incomplete against the measuring stick of perfection. I believe that the beauty in relationships is much like art; the sublime shines brightest against the darkness of lack.