September 26
All of life is at the end of the tunnel, where the light is.
Art is the light found and pulsating off the canvas, off the paper, off the wonder of eyes looking.
Art is the light found and pulsating off the canvas, off the paper, off the wonder of eyes looking.
How is anything ever new? Each day comes following the night of your rest, and each moment comes following the blink of your eyes.
The momentary rest you are given by the automatic blink, is the gift of realization that possibility and potential come to each eye,that asks to see the new occurring.
The studio is a presence for us each new day, we thrive on being in its embrace, we are nurtured by its elements, it's whimsy, its focused intention.
Seeing can be so restful, if you can take the blink into your each new moment.
If you look for what's been, what do you think you will see? If you look for what is newly given, what do you think you will see?
The new brings so much to you, our art certainly has, and we are grateful to be part of something more than we are. It is in that way that more comes to you.
Hope you day finds you at the end of the tunnel where all the light is.
Hope you day finds you at the end of the tunnel where all the light is.
6 comments:
SO WONDERFUL TO READ THIS AT THE END OF THIS DAY. I LOVE THIS .IIT MAKES EVERYTHING SEEM SOMREAL. LOVE SU.SANE
This is great! That blink moment is an amazing thought to look through.....moment by moment the light is always there to surround us with brilliant sights!
Thank you, Su.Sane. You are my light.
Thank you, Sandra.
Thank you Robert for these beautiful words which feed my spirit!
Thank you, Kristina, so happy you enjoy this blog!
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