The Painting

We start out in life with a blank canvas, void of any images, but instinctually we know we must create a masterpiece.

When we are first learning, we just grab what is closest to us without thought or purpose.  We become lost in the process and we don't take the time to step back and look at what we have created.

As we get older, we start to understand how color and composition work together.  We start to realize that each event in our lives shapes the style, color and image of the subject we are expressing in the simplest of brush strokes~

When I step back and look at what I have created over the years~ my eye catches the light of the dazzling bright hues that cover almost every inch of my canvas.  My heart is illuminated with its brilliance but then I am still drawn to a place different from the rest of my work, a place that is very dark and hovers near in a corner almost lost from my sightline at first glance.

When I see it, I am struck by the contrast of colors and its darkness pulls me in.  I can see where I tried to cover up the blackness but no matter how much I tried to paint over it with bright colors, it still seems rather dull...I know this place has changed my picture so drastically. Why did I paint something that clearly doesn't belong.  I know there is something behind it but why can't I remember what it is..

I don't know if I will ever be truly satisfied with what I have painted.  I know that I have to learn to trust myself so that I won't be afraid to create something beautiful.  I know that I can create something new if I don't like how it looks but it will never be the same, just different and I must embrace all that parts of my painting and accept that I am creating the best painting for myself to enjoy.

So my friend, remember, it is always your choice to determine the tools and colors you use to paint~you control your fate of the picture you paint...

Where will your imagination take you?

Home Coming

Coming home after being away for a long time has its own special feeling...I can't really describe it but there is a calming yet excited feeling when you walk through the door, it is like greeting an old friend.

Before I leave on vacation, I always make sure the house is in tip-top shape.  I wash all the bed coverings and scrub everything from top to bottom so that when I return there is nothing to do but unpack...

While on vacation, I try to keep up with laundry as well so that I don't have anything to wash when I get home.  This is all for self-preservation of course!

I do have a fast and steady rule I must follow when I get home, no matter the time of day...I have to unpack everything and put it into its proper place before I can go to sleep so you know unpacking is the very first thing I must do.  This is probably the worst part of coming home from a break.  Putting away everything from the suitcases always seems to take forever as if time is in a time-warp loop stuck on slow motion.

Of all the things I miss while I am away, I would say I miss my bed the most, we are very, very, very  good friends..I would even dare to say that my bed knows me the most...or at least it is where I spend a lot of my time when I am at home. Speaking of old friends, now that I am finally home..time to enjoy!