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What is it - I wondered - about just this?
So ordinary….and so - not.
So plain…and yet - fancy.
Two people - sitting….engaged in conversation.
Two cups - about to be raised in a celebratory toast.
Two empty vessels - awaiting filling.
And then - it occurred to me.
It’s this extraordinary February light.
The sun shining thru the morning windows.
The day about to fully begin.
Anticipation without expectation.
A pause. A moment.
This.
Out there - it’s cold…it’s snowing.
Again.
A reminder that it’s winter.
Still.
In here - it’s quiet….it’s warm.
I hesitate.
Why would I want to confuse the landscape with color and noise?
And so - I create what is gentle…what is tranquil…what responds without reacting.
I take what is tender.
I make it mine.
Within this emptiness…this landscape is over-full.
Within its simplicity…is a complexity that is anything beyond what any of us might see.
Is it life that inspires art…?
Or - is it art that informs how we experience life…?