Living is Art
Life is wild. This one life we have, this blank slate, why would we want to paint it like the person’s standing next to us? Why would we want to draw what other people tell us? A blank canvas is for our own selves to explore, practice, experiment, express, stretch, fumble, do over, get our hands in and forget that there is anybody watching. I suppose each day is like a canvas...but our life...we get one. Just one. How many canvases must we paint like someone else or how we are instructed, before we have the ability to paint freely on our own? Perhaps only an artist gets to that point.