My closest friends know that it can take me awhile to process complex, surprising or novel situations. In some cases, I have answered questions hours and even days after they were asked. It took me that long to get a handle on my thoughts and sort through my feelings. (I hope there are at least a few folks out there that can relate.) The good news is if the question or situation is sufficiently troubling, I will almost always persist until I come to some resolution or insight — even if at the end of the process I must endure a persistent discomfort or lingering frustration. When I am in a situation like that and feel something quite strongly but can’t figure out exactly what I am feeling, or how I should respond, I often involuntarily humph, moan or sigh.
Over the years I have learned to keep the volume down on my wordless groans. I have no idea what I am trying to say or express, it just bursts forth — unfiltered reverberations that seemingly emerge from the depths of my soul. The work here is one piece in a series entitled wordless groans. They are re-configurations of paintings that I never resolved and never felt right. It has been said that even if we have no idea what our wordless groans signify, or where they come from, the Spirit can interpret them and guide us through the discomfort and confusion. I am personally relieved by the notion that I don’t always need to have the right words, my feelings sorted, or my thoughts gathered. It is simply enough to let out a groan.