Art is Life, or as my my mom's magnet on her refrigerator says, "EARTH without ART would just be EH." My life, though, is Art. It is a beautiful undertaking. I take the canvas or cloth and soak it, drench it deeply in color. Textures, contours emerge, so I follow along, I create myself into being, I write, draw, sing, build, and manifest.
We all long to create, and every one if is creative. Some of us have been able to tap into this expression with ease, while others of us are less graceful. Either way, we are all beautiful.
Just as teachers do not always require conventional classrooms to teach, or as monks walk among us without monasteries, artists do not always require the typical canvas or cloth to create. Metaphorically speaking, each of us has a tapestry that is our life. Just as Penelope in The Odyssey weaves each day, might we also weave our lives into being.
Might we all call upon our Muse to help us to write. Might we all quiet our inner critics. And might we encourage ourselves to express what it is inside.
A dear friend of mine passed away two years ago. She was an artist. And because of her, I vowed that I would dedicate my life to bringing more art into the world. To live more vividly, more out loud. More. So, here's to you, Rita.