The Beauty of Art & Life

When you create a piece of art, you can stop at any time.

You can reach a point where it starts to look all right, where the canvas starts to take shape and begins to look like something. You can put down the brush and you can step away from the easel any time you want.

You could keep going. You could keep playing with it, keep layering the paint and seeing where it takes you.

But what if I wreck it, the cautious little voice inside says. Maybe I should stay where it is and not mess it up. I mean it's all right, right?

Art is sort of like life.

Sometimes we don't move for fear that what we have is good enough and if we make a false step we're going to wreck it.

Sometimes we have a hard time imagining anything other than what we see in front of us.

Sometimes our experiences have taught us not to hope for anything other than the basic whitewash on canvas.

Life is always going to make your horizons stretch.

With every breath you are expanding.

With every day you are being called to pick up the brush and touch up what it is you are wanting to see on your canvas.

There's nothing wrong with it. That's life. As we change, what we desire changes.

You aren't going to wreck anything. This is all your path.

The stuck bits, the busy parts. The decisions, the contrast, the change and all the stuff in between.

It's all our road.

On the easel of life, you can put the brush down at any time.

You can step back and take a long hard look at your canvas. You can sit there and stare at it as long as you need. It's not going anywhere.

And you are always able to pick that palette back up, put the bristles to the canvas and recolor the surface at any time.

That's the beauty of art and life.

There really is no end, only blending from one hue to the next.

It's always a work in progress.