The Swan Versus the Three Foxes
I bought this piece about a month ago. At Munich Comic Con, of all places. Never did I think I would buy art at a nerd convention where I literally come to take pictures with cosplayers and search for Princess Leia toys.
I think we all identify ourselves with animals, whether it’s a spirit animal or just a favorite species. For me, the swan is what I go back to time and time again. It’s what I want to be; fierce, elegant, graceful and whimsical.
As I was flipping through the artists’ portfolio, this screamed out to me; I had to have it. I immediately asked to purchase it. I remember her being pleasantly surprised and telling me that she did 5 years ago, with me being first to take interest. I couldn’t believe it! How could I be the first person to want this?! I literally thought my heart was going to jump out of my chest if it wasn’t in my hand within the next 5 minutes. I NEEDED it.
Have you ever heard someone say “this art speaks to me”? In terms of finding and purchasing art, I use that term a lot. I don’t buy art because it’s pretty or would match the decor in my house. It has to speak to me. This one, however, was literally screaming at me. Why? Because I like swans? Because I have one tattooed?
I don’t think I realized in that moment why I needed it or what it was saying. I impulsively bought it after being at Comic Con less than an hour.
Fast forward to today, a little over a month later. I’ve been asleep most of the day to keep me from having crying fits and allowing dark thoughts pollute my brain. I got super drunk the night before, a Tuesday to be exact, and I made a fool of myself and my husband in front of my neighbors. I’m ashamed, embarrassed and pitying myself. So I did what any individual would do; eat a huge breakfast, sob for an hour then force myself to sleep the rest of the day.
For the first time in my life, I am experiencing depression. I always thought it was people who were just sad all the time. People who were choosing to listen to sad music and watch sad movies, to wallow in it for whatever sad purposes. I didn’t know that sleeping for them was not only for rest but it’s the closest thing to being dead without killing yourself. That doing simple tasks like washing dishes or going outside takes every ounce of energy. Even trying to finish something seems impossible.
But you didn’t know huh? Because looking at my Instagram and my Facebook, you only see the beautiful photos, amazing filters and all the locations I’ve visited. But you can’t tell how flakey I have become with my friends, I bail every chance I get. You can’t tell that I sleep 10+ a day. You can’t tell that I’m constantly on the verge of leaving Mason and Harvey so they can live a better life without me. You can’t tell it takes a week and half to catch up on laundry. You can’t tell that I can’t seem to finish anything except a bottle of wine.
I’m not okay...and it’s okay.
Of course this isn’t a phenomenon. I’m not the only person who this happens to. We all are putting our best online; our prettiest selfies, our one of kind experiences, amazing food, etc. So why are we fooled scrolling Instagram and liking posts on Facebook? Why am I comparing my life to yours assuming it’s wrong to be depressed or anxious while you are #livingyourbestlife
In recent talks with friends, I’ve come to learn that we are all fighting. We are all drowning. We are all saving face. We are all treading water. We are all battling demons. We are all human. My friends have problems in their marriage. They have problems with school. They have anxiety for the future. They are all fighting something.
In the dim light of my room, fighting back tears and looking around, I saw it. It was speaking to me: a beautiful swan being attacked by 3 foxes. Struggling to stay above them, her attempts are failing her. In this violent and emotional piece, the foxes are overpowering, it is the end for the swan...or is it?
I read a quote today that helped me interpret not only this work of art but my emotions too:
‘A wise man was once talking to a boy and said
“There are two wolves always fighting inside me. One is filled with anger, hate, jealousy, shame and lies. The other wolf is filled with love, joy, truth and peace. This battle rages inside of you and all men.”
The boy thought for a moment and asked “which wolf will win?”
The old man answered “the one you feed.”
If you were to ask me who wins in the art piece, the swan or the foxes. I can’t tell you. It was drawn in a very particular moment, one that can go either way. That’s the beauty of art.
I identify with the swan and if you ask me who’s winning today in my mental state...unfortunately, the foxes have the upper hand. But tomorrow is a new day, my wings will be stronger and I won’t let the foxes take hold. I will not feed my insecurities, my anger or shame to the foxes. I will feed the swan love, joy and peace.
I know why I bought this art, not the day I got it but today I do. This is my first piece of art that I had this delayed reaction. However, I’m so thankful for it. It took the artist 5 years to find its home and it took me a month to reap its benefits.
Thank you for reading this blog. I hope that you found some enlightenment in it. I hope that whatever you are battling today whether it’s financial, mental, physical, emotional, etc. that you find the strength to fight back. Feed your inner animal what it needs to survive so you can win most days.
If you are interested in the artist who created this piece, here are a few links below:
https://www.etsy.com/de/shop/moyaillustration
@moya.illustration
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