Color 25 - Awe
22 x 36" Diptych - Oil on Canvas
I finished this piece yesterday (finally) and had the need to write some prose to go with it. Mind you, I am not a writer, but sometimes words can establish some insight. So here we go:
Are the paths of our lives predetermined
Or do we make our own present?
No, my Love, the moon moves the ocean tides,
And we can only bob along on the surface.
How do we set free the wishes bound within?
Can we walk through the dark without stumbling over the boxes?
No, my Love, the wind cannot be captured,
And we can only hope to float on the wisps that come our way.
If we actually had wings, would we choose to fly away from this place?
Does flight elude us because our feet are stuck?
No, my Love, the sun is still shining behind the clouds,
And we can only imagine the brilliance of its light.
Artfully yours.
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2 comments:
Beautiful, Cyndy! Your painting AND your prose! Love these kind of musings...will have to go back and read it again several times and let it all sink in....
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Cyndy - this is beautiful- words and diptych. Truly moving. I love the little boy tethered to earth, contemplating life's mysteries. You've really tapped into the inexplicable mystery and beauty of living.
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