This painting had an evolution…it started off as three women disco dancers, then two polar bears, then a single polar bear with a different landscape and now this rendition. Finally, I wrote the following sonnet on the canvas as a part of the background in the meadow. It’s not meant to be legible, only a design element.
One cold night at the beginning of another long winter in the mountains of northern California, I fell into that state of existential loneliness. I happened to have this painting in process on the wall in front of me. My own loneliness expanded to include the polar bear at the north pole. I considered his solitary life, that his habitat is dissolving due to global warming. There is the real possibility of his extinction. In writing this sonnet, I connected to the polar bear and as a result, I felt less lonely.
Is that the secret to existential loneliness–to expand our circle to include more of the life that is?
© by Christine O’Brien
It’s cold and I’m alone again, at night.
The stars, so far away, no comfort there.
Is the polar bear aware of its plight?
Ice floes are melting, does anyone care?
Across the tundra the northern lights dance;
radiant colors blast the starry sky.
If we change our ways, would he have a chance?
“Global warming; couldn’t be helped,” we sigh.
We’re safe in our cozy habitats, home.
The borders of our lives within these walls.
The far arctic circle, his place to roam
outside of our range, his frozen cry falls.
What’s it to us, a whole species demise?
Could it have gone better if we’d been wise?