Life as an Impressionist Painting
I do not personally draw or paint much. I can get a pretty good stickman going but that’s about it. Nonetheless, I do enjoy looking at art and paintings. Impressionist paintings have always had a special place in my heart. In my mind they are simply beautiful.
Claude Monet was the founder of French impressionist painting and he is certainly my most favorite. The way he worked with colours, I think it is almost beyond words to describe ... They seem to merge one into another, slowly shifting: yellow to orange and then red ... blue slowly turns into green and vice versa (i.e. San Giorgio Maggiore).
Impressionist paintings are a bunch of little dots or short strokes of the brush when one looks at them up close and nothing makes much sense. One has to step-back and look at such paintings as a whole and by no means singularize a small part of it, in trying to understand it.
As I was thinking about that last night, I thought that Life is really like an impressionist painting: we each are a little dot on the canvass of Life. Some of us are bigger, some smaller ... some are red, some are blue, etc. And if You take one of us and try to explain existence through that individual, that would really not mean much because there are so many of us and we are all unique in our own personal ways. Yet, even though we may look different – we are all One, part of the same thing and deep-down inside the fabric of the canvass, the base is the same for all of us.
If I just take one little colourful dot from Monet’s San Giorgio Maggiore’s painting and look at it, it may seem boring or dull but when I look at the entire painting, my understanding and perception changes. Such is Life: when we are stuck in tunnel-vision, things are not as fun but if we can travel, learn and absorb the vast experiences which Life can offer us, the ride gets much better!
Try seeing as many colourful dots as possible when You are looking around! They are beautiful in my opinion (or we’re beautiful). Cheers!
Note: The photograph of Claude Monet's San Giorgio Maggiore, is not mine.
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