A Moment

To find that moment. That window of time to give in to all your passions. To sink into the emotion of it all. To only feel that which is boiling at the surface but never dared emerge. You know the instant your mouth opens with the idea to create it will be the most exquisite work of complete chaos that you have ever uttered. You know that if you let the moment proceed on that you will never truly know. So you seize it and slip it into the folds of your soul. Feeling it give in return. Closing your eyes, you let it shine right into you. Envisioning the idea taking form you pick up the brush and feel your body let go. You embrace the idea fully and accept the true and ever changing nature of it. Trembling with the anticipation of the first stroke of paint that touches the blank canvas. That is the moment when your ideas become the masterpiece. It is truly amazing to watch your hand as it unleashes all the passions that you are feeling deep within. Perhaps it will never be proclaimed as "art" in the critic's eye but that does not matter. Take the moment and savor the pleasure it brings.

I know I have been writing quite a lot about painting and the truth is that I still have yet to find the time to even dust off my palette. I suppose I just have an artist way of feeling things. Everything I do is like painting to me. Waking up to my daughter giggling. A stroke. Stepping down each step before the sun has even bloomed. A stroke. Turning on the coffee and taking a long,slow,deep breath. A stroke. My day has begun as has my masterpiece.