Oh how I wish I could paint! It’s such a lovely, snowy day, just perfect for cuddling up inside with a blanket and a cup of tea or hot chocolate. I could sit for hours, just allowing my mind to drift. How different would it be if only I could paint the images in my mind onto a blank canvas and into the world we call our reality.
I suppose that’s why I write. It isn’t always smooth, or beautiful, but it’s just one way to get these things that I see and feel out into the world; out beyond just myself, allowing them the ability to speak to others.
I’m thankful for this day, for this ability. I’m thankful for photography too. Art has a pure and simple way of speaking, something that cannot merely be captured in words, but has to be seen and felt. I only wish that I could capture those moments in my mind, and translate them to paper.
I’ve reached a bit of a writing block as of late. I’m not really sure what I’m doing or trying to say. I write myself in circles and never seem to get any further along. I plan to remedy that, but I also want to have the patience to give the story the time it needs to become complete, not merely strung together.
So for now I wait in the silence, enjoying the freshly falling snow while sipping a warm cup of tea safely beyond the winter’s cold reach. Thinking, and dreaming, of a world far beyond. Maybe, just maybe, someday that dream will become a reality.
Do any of you have pieces of art that inspire you? I’d love for you to share them in the comments.