Where do you see the beauty?
When I take a step back, this is what I see in the provocation: Gifts from nature, collected by a child. Evidence of the approaching winter, with all its promises of light in the darkness, warmth in the cold. Simplicity and fragility in the riches of the earth. Loving hands preparing a hopeful invitation. Hushed anticipation.
Beauty.
The beauty is there in the exploration, too, but it's a beauty that looks different. Here, I see collaboration. Communication. Experimentation. I see joy. Passion. Pleasure. Dance. I see evidence of the spirit. I see the inanimate made human, the temporal made infinite.
I see all of this in what looks - at first glance - like a mess.
Where is your beautiful mess? What does it say to you?
When I take a step back, this is what I see in the provocation: Gifts from nature, collected by a child. Evidence of the approaching winter, with all its promises of light in the darkness, warmth in the cold. Simplicity and fragility in the riches of the earth. Loving hands preparing a hopeful invitation. Hushed anticipation.
Beauty.
The beauty is there in the exploration, too, but it's a beauty that looks different. Here, I see collaboration. Communication. Experimentation. I see joy. Passion. Pleasure. Dance. I see evidence of the spirit. I see the inanimate made human, the temporal made infinite.
I see all of this in what looks - at first glance - like a mess.
Where is your beautiful mess? What does it say to you?
