This morning I saw the open spaces of my time as a blank canvas waiting to be filled. Then I reflected on life in general and wondered if much of it is not also a blank canvas waiting for our choices to paint the picture of our fulfillment, or lack thereof. And I began to see my life as a work of art in progress.
To complete the metaphor, the frame must represent our life circumstances, which can strongly influence the work of art by highlighting its strengths, or detracting from its essence. It can be grandiose or so small that the painting seems to have no focal point. The balance of the painting and its frame seems to be what creates wholeness.
My father left my life when I was about three years old. Memories of him are like fog. But I am told he was a singer and a painter - an artist.
Is there a gene for that?
Most would think I have little for which to thank my father, but perhaps it is that gene of his that is driving me to appreciate the art that surrounds me. I suppose nature is the biggest work of art, but the creativity that is exuded by some people is almost as stunning and godlike. And now I see each life as a canvas being tinted , a story being sung, a poem in motion, a sculpture of reality.
So, thank you father.
When I graduated from college, miraculously my grandparents (who raised me) allowed me to go to Europe with some friends. The trip was an awakening, a truer education than I had ever received. Art struck me and I gasped my first breath. I am so grateful for that too.
Today I was reminded of the significance of art in our lives. This morning I discovered a website which is dedicated to encouraging the pursuit of an art-filled life. It proclaims that: "Aesthetic philosophy...deals with beauty, harmony and balance." "Aesthetics are known to refresh the senses and stimulate emotions."
If my life is to be a work of art, then I must inhale the fumes of art's mysteries, digest the sustenance of its wealth.
Only then can I become it and forget the question, "Does art imitate life, or life imitate art? My answer is neither. They are fused as one.
May art consume us all.
"ART IS A LIE THAT MAKES US REALIZE TRUTH."