When Artist before, stood in front of their work painting..
In those moments when the scraping of their brush against the canvas became meditative..
When noone was around..
Did they find themselves in tears.
Fighting an overwhelming feeling.
One that is almost impossible to explain.
Did they see so deep within themselves
That they were afraid to turn and look away.
For maybe the life they always counted on
Would no longer be the same?
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A year ago I attended an event with my husband. It was not where I would have pictured myself on my birthday but it is where I found myself.In what would normally have been a "stuffy" situation I found tables where art could be made all around the room. I played and watched the faces of adults and disabled children come to life all through art. I found myself in tears at one point, the happy kind because something inside of me whispered - this makes sense, art makes sense. Like a prism of light, it opens, expands, and colors lives across a vast spectrum of people throughout the world. I had stumbled upon a truth that changed my life and even as I walk down the road exploring it and not sure where it's leading, my life- which hasn't been the same since that night - feels right. The life I'd understood and "counted on" would never be the same. How wonderful is that?
The Artist who stood before the beautiful work in this post amd let art change her entire life, let the colorful birds free within her soul is ready for the tidal wave of change that's been coming in all its scary magnificence. The tears that fall as they let go of a life known for a life less known cleanse the soul's palette and make way for new mixtures of color and unknown joys - and it is reflected in BIG, gorgeous, fearless art.
i want to be in the space where i can't turn away... but i am opening my heart to the possibility...
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