My husband just is entering two wonderful paintings for an art show …. he paints from some dark island where a sunny sea laps around the shoreline. It is his own world, and when he finishes a painting he wants to know what I see in it for a title. He has no titles since his visuals are just that — words as pictures, not as words. And so I see what I see….hating to try to impose my vision on his most
wonderful distinctive scenes. But I also hate going to galleries and reading beside the painting “Untitled XI”. Did the artist not know what he/she was doing?
Books too are hard to title when they come from the author’s private island with
seas lapping or raging around the boundaries. What we name something has importance for how other people view it.


About christineemmert

Words have been part of my life. First the spoken word in my time as an actress and increasingly the written word in my shift to writer. I write across the genres, but mostly as a playwright and poet. My interest as my life extends is in the realm of tethering myth to the mundane reality where I live. In this vein I have expanded into stories and novels. Presently I look at how myths taken from past cultures can affect us today. Hence my novella of Lilith which is out on Kindle . I live in the Eastern Woodlands where I try to incorporate nature into my many writing projects. We are so in danger of losing that link to our very planet!
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