Paints His Own Nature

Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.~Henry Ward Beecher

There comes a point in our lives when we contemplate our very existence, our purpose and our mortality. From the morning of our lives to the afternoon, there is a deep reflection point where we look deep within our souls. How did we get here? What is real? What’s next?

The Canvas of Life, while in a greater whole, calls our name…inviting us to join in the Dance with Inspiration. Finding the spark or divine colors within, we’re invited to paint the Canvas to our liking, embracing our divinity.

Stepping into the Canvas with eyes of a master painter. Seeing the canvas as holy and wholey, asking nothing in return but giving of our own freedom of expression. Free to paint as we see fit, no longer worried about what, why or when…but how we shall move forward…

paints his own

 

 

 

Day-Long Obsession

Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment.~Claude Monet

Our days are filled to the brim with lightening-speed realities. How we perceive them is merely up to self. It is our obsession to either remain in joy or tormented by our reality of the days.

Stepping into the Canvas seeing all there is, as all there is. No judgment, no thoughts…just awe for varying colors of the day. The truest beauty is not in the brilliant or brightest of colors but enjoyment of the variance.

day long obsession