Do you ever stop and take the time to notice the lives of those who have come between when you look into the depths of a painting; or a book, a flower or a sacred place or something you’ve never seen before…
To watch a master lost in a series of the brush strokes; secured, relevant, diligent and with purpose. Perhaps a chance to read the words of the writer who may not be so renown; but that literature is so pensive, engaged, involved and so deep that you can feel the consciousness in their art. Diligent; conscious, a heavenly virtue indicative of great work ethic; that it is to believe that the work is good in itself.
Where you can see the secrets of the heart
That soul inside who is watcher of the painter of constellations perhaps who is not even of this world.
The artist like the poet writes down absolutely every story and images in their head or the dreamer who had an idea; in the belief of concept that one day there would be come, the driverless car.
Dreamers often inspire others and are inspired for they have more ideas than anyone can count. Keeping stashes of drawings, pieces of canvas, notebooks full and paper all over the desk. Scribbled, written potted and painted while away at a distance with imagination.
It’s ever a wonder where the mind can reach; Does an artist wander casually or are the intent with purpose to explore? Where does the mind go when it wonders…is that imagination…
The concept of forming new ideas; the faculty or action of forming images; to conceive the concept of the external; to be so in the present that the senses are so vivid in thought.
To say that a writer can go inside their own book; to enjoy the written word. Do they make it a home within the lines of the poetry they write?
And if for the first time ever, what if I pick up my pen without hesitation, shall I write about the things I love, maybe my infatuation with life, or feelings and anger, hunger and pain, despair…
To weave the elements like threads; interlacing a single distinct concept unit of language; comprising, inflected and of variant forms. That these words come free on the paper; they will just flow out.
Just as the artist draws the facial features on a canvas letting the portrait stare back as if it could see forever; the dreamer inspired ideas; a writer is a word painter, creating word art; sculpting dimensions of thought to length, depth, breath, height and space.
St. Peter’s Church
20 August 2017