Art, Bird of Paradise, Dolores Del Rio, Joel McCrea, Julie Seyler, opinion, The Write Side of 50
BY JULIE SEYLER
Can we live without passion? I don’t think that question ever arose in my 20s, 30s, or 40s. It was a fait accompli based on youth, pheromones and hormones. But during the first half of 2012, at the riper age of 57, when I was dealing with a relentless pain in my left hip, I must admit I started wondering.
I had seen seven doctors, three physical therapists, and two acupuncturists – all of whom had various theories and proposed remedies for my distorted walk and constant ache, but no solutions. My hobbling gait just got worse and worse. I was definitely experiencing the passion of pain, but felt little passion for anything else.
About this time I saw a still of Joel McCrea and Dolores del Rio from the 1932 movie, “Bird of Paradise.” The way they gaze into each other’s eyes screams ardent lust.
And so I had to have some passionate fun making a collage about what it feels like when the only passion you have is feeling the passion of pain.
Great story and pictures….
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