Canvas

I have come to learn more and more about the work of an artist, and how they search and search for inspiration in their lives...of how they search for people, places and purpose in life, all for the love of finding a moment, an instinct, a spark of inspiration...all in the hope that they can sum up all their thoughts, views, opinions and ideas of a particular subject, or perhaps of all subjects in general...trying to capture all of this, on a perfectly clean canvas.

But finding the correct subject matter to capture can be hard sometimes...and sometimes everything and everyone fights so hard in Life to become part of a glorious artwork, trying to portray themselves as the perfect muse, able to inspire the imagination of the artist, trying to ignite a thought, a spark of wonder, a divine connection within the artist...trying to draw themselves closer to the artist, hoping that the grand talent will capture their presence, their aura, their own mystical self in the brilliance and magnificence of a painting, unknown, unnamed, undecided and unexplored by the thought of a man, untamed by society, untouched and unharmed by the palette knives of Life...But in truth, the artist remains unmoved and his thoughts unchained, fixed to the inhabitance and independence of his own majestic overture playing in the freedom of his mind, the prelude to his masterpiece, the crescendo of his development...his dream...his growth...his journey...of a thought.

I have found that the same applies in life...in lives...my life...that there are times when people slowly find themselves getting tired of forming the frame of your life, and find themselves left with the urge, the deep desire to form part of the picture...So if you find yourself in a place of indecision, and things spin out of control...think of this...if life is a canvas, and your time and place the frame...then the only person who can decide who and what goes into the picture, is the painter, the artist...the creative, imaginative...YOU.