I don’t know what it is about my lack of focus in the
creation process, sub par desire to spend quality time and money on a project,
but I must admit it is there. I usually
find myself viewing a crafter’s piece, wishing to purchase it but oftentimes
can’t afford it, and then walking away with a mixture of relief and
disappointment. Relief that it wasn’t me
who created the piece because I know it wouldn’t have turned out so nice and
disappointment because I probably could have used that fine artwork in my home.
When I think of all the works of art, I have come across in
my lifetime what stands out the most are the mixed media pieces with eyes
looking back at me, a single eye scattered here and there among news headlines,
photographs, and acrylic lettering. It
beacons, “Look at me, study me…” I learned
later there are gods who watch us even in the midst of seemingly harmless
media.
Another piece that I recall as a child was that of a woman
who is looking as if she is crawling up a grassland hill. In her dress, we only see the back of her
head--her hair long. In the distance
there is a house, mountains, skyline, and more grassland. I wanted to be there--enjoying the peaceful
scene like her. She had no worries of
bugs going up her dress and she wasn’t the least bit concerned about the
weather. She was in the moment.
How often we miss being in the moment, enjoying the work in
front of us. Far too concerned with time
and moving on to the next work. We rush
the viewing of what the artist meant to slow us down a bit to capture, ponder,
and find the diamond in the rough. It
isn’t any wonder why some people are enslaved in their minds, they are not
captivated by anything of beauty, intelligence, uniqueness or
transforming.
Appreciate the artwork wherever you might be from the canvas
to the skyline--the works of love, light and peace are available if we want
them. Learn a lesson or two from the
dark works and always know, your Creator with an abundance of inspiration is watching.
Nicholl McGuire is the blog owner and the author of Spiritual Poems by Nicholl and Floral Beauty on a Dead end Street
