A tangled mess - I thought. Someone's discards that found themselves caught up in the branch of a tree. One man's trash...that no one had bothered to untangle and throw away.
But then - I began thinking of it as serendipity. As a sign..or a signal..or something other. Perhaps - it WAS someone's garbage? Perhaps- it DID get itself lost? Perhaps - it was never meant to be hanging there - all mixed up in this branch on a tree?
And maybe...it landed itself there for me to come upon it? For me to find? Maybe...there is a greater meaning here that I didn't - initially - see?
A little lightness..a little brightness. A little laughter. A wee bit of color. A lot of good fun.
Reminding me that art isn't only about the parts and the pieces. Art is a feeling. It's a thought. It's an emotion - sometimes uplifting..sometimes not. And today - it's about what I hope others might experience and grow into and see.
A bit of unexpected color on a day that is grey...a bit of playfulness and joy....a bit of one man's trash having turned itself into another's treasure.
That - I was reminded - is the gift. Of practice. Of going out there and doing it anyway. Of seeing something different and new. Each and every day.