Hey guys! You are looking FABULOUS today. I mean, not that you aren't always...but you just look really nice today. I hope your Good Friday has been good, and that you've taken some time to think about why it's good.
Today has been good for me. It included homemade macaroni and cheese, which was quite an adventure in itself, but I have to say it tasted pretty good. But soon after, my sister and my dad and I settled into an afternoon of listening to music and painting and talking.
We talked about physics, and music, and painting, and computer programming....about how many times we had been around the sun, about how many days we had seen (my Dad was pretty excited to know he had lived over nineteen thousand days), about how many more days my father had seen than we had (thanks, Dad), about hair color and humor, about whether or not painting your entire hand with acrylic paints was good for you...Okay, yes. I may have painted my entire hand a kaleidoscope of colors. You should try it; it's fun.
It's fun until you try and wash it off, I guess. It requires lots of soap, and lots of lotion.
Maybe you shouldn't try it.
Anyway, I was working on a painting for a good friend of mine-a really good friend-and I was reminded how much I love painting. I haven't had the chance to paint every day like I did in high school, and I have to say I miss it quite a bit. I like watching the palette turn different colors, and get mottled and mixed and almost begin to look like a piece of art itself.
I like watching a canvas turn from stark white, to toned and smooth, to sketchy outlines, to blocks of color, to finer details. I like watching it come together; that's my favorite part (minus the part about painting all over myself...that's fun, too. But I already covered this).
There are few things that are as fun as painting on a rainy day, with thunder booming and water sloshing as you wash brushes. And whether I am a good painter or not, it's something I enjoy. As we were talking about wisdom and days and time and physics, my mind started wandering in its own direction.
Art is a piece of my puzzle I don't want to lose. Not necessarily making fantastic art, but just making art. This semester at school, we had a knight staying on campus...crazy, right? But anyway, this knight was a writer, along with many other occupations, but you could tell his passion was writing. And he said something that I'm still thinking about.
Art is. Sort of like my "Math is." statement from a few posts ago? He said that art is, and it demands to be discovered. Art needs artists to find it, to dig it up, to make it visible.
I haven't quite unraveled everything he said yet, but I feel like I need art just as much as he said art needs us. It is something important to me, and, like I said...a puzzle piece I don't want to lose. Today was good because I was reminded of how much I love art, and how much I've missed it.
My advice for the day is...if you love something, make it happen. Besides, if you've lived seven thousand days like me, why not spend at least one of them doing what you love?
But really, though. Do something you love, because it loves you, too.
Have an excellent Friday, you fiery cappuccinos.
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