When I was oh so much younger, I painted a picture and I called the painting Subjugation. I wish I had that picture now, but with all the casualness of youth, I gave it away to an acquaintance who happened to say they liked it. The painting was a figure, hands folded in prayer, eyes gazing to the heavens. I am spiritual - never religious - so not even sure where the inspiration came from. I think it was the word.
Subjugation of my will to the laws of the universe.
Subjugation of my selfish desires to the needs of those less fortunate.
Subjugation means to dominate or to enslave. In my understanding, subjugation meant to gain mastery over myself.
The figure I painted was looking to the heavens for support but the struggle was interior.
Thirty years have gone by. I am still trying to master my willful nature. I look at the sky as my shadow dances at my feet.
Photo is a statue called Subjugation created by Myra R. Richards.