The Picture

The meshing of insight, reception, and perception amaze me. I guess they should not, after all we are one of 6 Billion people on the planet. We are unique is as many ways as one can imagine. No one is like us.

It's kind of like the wife who hears the words from her husband , "What time is dinner?" One may hear "What the hell have you been doing all day?" And other may hear "I am hungry." It's all in the way of insight, reception, and perception. It's all in the hat.

Thirty years ago I was presenting a paper to the American Association of Hypno-operant Therapists, in New Orleans. While in the French Quarter, Jackson Square specifically, I sat for a charcoal on gray portrait of myself.

Over the years I have pondered this picture, this artists rendering of my present demeanor. For some reason, when I look at this picture I am reminded of the many miles I have been since it was put to paper. If I ponder, I am reminded of so many missed opportunities, to have done better. It examines me of that time and me of now. I take the opportunity to go inside and remember the many times I could have been a better person, of the many emotional highs and lows I have experienced. Am I a better person?

The artist was able to catch emotion and thought. It is not a flat piece of paper without dimension. It speaks to me, gives me insight to who that guy was. It is a many faceted portal of which I may walk, and hopefully have the insight for positive behavioral change.

My point is this: "Geez, why does this guy have a picture of himself on the wall."

Well, that's all you see.

Rocky