With a steady breeze blowing off the coast, I once again sit with my 180° view of the world. A lone gnat crawls along the fingers of my left hand, while the remnants of a well established headache stretch out along my forehead. With a mix of cloud and sun, I sit outside after a quick trip to town for some tests to make sure I’m still kicking. I wish I didn’t have to make such a big deal about my health. But considering my checkered past with staying healthy, I should consider it a privilege speaking at all.
While nowhere as cool as my air conditioner the outdoors offers a bit of a respite from the noise of the TV and the phone. The irony isn’t lost on me that I’m using my phone to type these words. Still there’s a vast difference between the art you create and the trash you consume. But enough about that, let me appreciate the various shades of green I see through the leaves on the trees. As the wind quietly sings it’s song of violence and calm.
As a good friend once said, art is really the interpretation of what the viewer sees or hears. To take from it what they will. For I am only sitting out here an open vessel. Taking in what my damaged eyes can see. For life is what we make of it, rather you’re a planner or a dreamer. Creating what you can, for the creativity of man is fleeting. But the divine elements of nature are forever forming.
While nowhere as cool as my air conditioner the outdoors offers a bit of a respite from the noise of the TV and the phone. The irony isn’t lost on me that I’m using my phone to type these words. Still there’s a vast difference between the art you create and the trash you consume. But enough about that, let me appreciate the various shades of green I see through the leaves on the trees. As the wind quietly sings it’s song of violence and calm.
As a good friend once said, art is really the interpretation of what the viewer sees or hears. To take from it what they will. For I am only sitting out here an open vessel. Taking in what my damaged eyes can see. For life is what we make of it, rather you’re a planner or a dreamer. Creating what you can, for the creativity of man is fleeting. But the divine elements of nature are forever forming.
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