The painting

I am not sure what this blog is going to be about.  I had the title in my head and have not a clue why.  We will see where this goes.

I guess when you look at a painting you can see a moment that was caught in someone's mind.  How cool is that?  We get to share in a moment that someone else had in their psyche.  It moved from their mind, through their body and from brush to the canvas.  The smallest adjustment makes so much difference in the words that are conveyed through the result.  A picture is worth so much more than a thousand words.

I think of the painting of the mountain that I have downstairs.  It hung in my Great Grandparents home for as long as I have been alive.  I would stare at it for long stints and think about how awesome it would be to sit on the side of the lake and look up at the majestic peak.  I could actually imagine the breeze and the sounds.  The soft gurgling of the water, the light touch of the wind, the cool moist air hugging the shoreline.  Yet, I have never been to that spot.  The artist had.  They were able to bring those thoughts and responses out of my mind through their creation.  I don't even know if they had been to that lake, or if it was like Bob Ross, making a happy tree and a mountain while talking students through the methods of painting.  I do know that it was in their mind.  It was a moment captured on canvas.  A place where I still visit in my mind whether I see the painting or not.

We all have our own paintings stored in our minds.  Every moment we live could be a painting to share.  The light and bubbly moments that could be expressed through color, the dark and dim moments which could be made into an abstractionist piece, or those experiences that move us to tears, like a picture of a child crying, or of Golgotha.

I lay on the couch in awe that we all have so many paintings inside of us.  We don't all paint, but we all have the ability to share our moments...through words, through song, through prose (yes, I am sure some people still write prose).  It is just up to us to decide what moments are best shared.  We must choose our paintings wisely, for they will affect those who see, hear, and feel what we share for a lifetime; sometimes much longer than that.

So, today, get out your brush, your pen, your instrument - whatever that might be, and share your moments.  There is no time like the present.  

Yep.  That is what I apparently wanted to write tonight.  Very random.

Peace.