New Soul, Time is the Artist @ 4:35 PM

Things change. We bend and mold to life's dynamic chimeras of every imaginable circumstance.

Time paints on a once blank canvas since the beginning of life- layering, erasing, mixing colors and entities that change the image so little, yet reinvents the meaning of the whole- maybe often too much.

Sometimes we get the titanium white that blanks out what otherwise might remain a visible mistake. Other times, the erasure comes from the blending of two colors, resulting in an undesired gray. Then there are the beautiful mistakes, mistakes that accidentally make the art perfect, by failure, by design.

I am near the edge of an unimaginably defined line, a brush stroke executed by the brilliant artist, one of the few beautiful mistakes. Time will mold and reshape me into what I suspect will be a work too satisfying, displayed, desired, and eventually complete.

There are so many things to look forward to.







I'm a new soul I came to this strange world
hoping I could learn a bit about how to give and take.
But since I came here
felt the joy and the fear
finding myself making every possible mistake.
-"New Soul" by Yael Naim

Labels: Art, contemplation, Self