Life is crazy, isn’t it? For some people there just seems to be too much going on but for others, not nearly enough. Children complain of being bored sometimes: “nothing to do,” they say. But I love those rare moments when there’s nothing do, don’t you? In fact, wouldn’t it be great if the roles of parent and child could be reversed and that occasionally you were sent to your room for an hour or two? I would welcome the solitude.
Beauty is quiet. She never jumps out and wrestles you to the ground. But she’s always there — waiting patiently for you to turn your head. She’s in nature and its light, in the wind and the sands of time. Beauty is the seeming order amidst chaos; she is the binding love. Beauty is all around us, and we have only to stop and turn our heads to find her. Sounds easy, doesn’t it? But it’s one of the hardest things to do. We need constant reminders of her presence.
Art is just that: a reminder of the beauty that, at times, we all witness. It is only by virtue of his talent that the artist seems to “produce” the beauty. The greatest collection of art is actually in the minds of average people like you and me. The artist’s hand leaves only the cue, or the pathway, that leads the observer to the apprehension of beauty.
Day 10 Guide:
Imagine yourself to be the artist in front of a blank canvas. What will you paint today? What reminder will you leave others to turn their heads toward greater things?
© 2004, Levi Hill