Lately I've been studying about people and communities that put a priority on surrounding themselves with ideas and objects of beauty. Their focus on beauty, breathe, meditation, peace and prayer gives me inspiration and direction in both my painting and teaching.
Granted, there is so much that distracts us today. These are intense and profound times. It is easy to leap to anger, fear and doubt. Those feelings can be so tempting and seductive. But when we look beyond what is only one perspective, we see a layer beneath that is full of beauty, passion and creativity. We see life for what it truly is - life; complex, messy and incomprehensible, and at other times forgiving, patient, and understanding.
Art is so often the life that we see to speak. It is complex with tones, textures, shades, colors and shapes. It can speak to us in the light. It can help us make sense of the dark. It can show us solitude. It can show us community. It can give us words where there are none.
It is my affirmation that art and culture, beauty and creativity are neither frivolous or unnecessary. They are the essence of the heart and infuse life into our lives. Art is human in all forms.
There's a reason why we're still on earth.
and a reason why we choose.
There's a reason why we love our self
and a reason why we muse.
There's a reason why our parents die
and a reason for our view.
There's a reason why your son will slip
and a reason why he grew.
When the wind moves its gentle hands
in the trees;
when the fire-white stars of summer look smaller
than the hearts you love;
when the colored light bounces off
the black birds back;
when the backyard lilacs swell quietly
with the smell of heaven.
The petals will stand, armed with colors, open to seeds of growth that will bloom beneath your feet. Like nothing else exists, you fall in love, again.