PERHAPS A GIFT VOUCHER FOR MUM?: MOTHER'S DAY
I find myself wanting to live in this fantasy world. Listening to a great song on the radio from some contemporary musical artist. Driving in my new car with the windows open and the radio on high volume. I'm lost, but really, I'm found. Just me, myself and I. I come out of the movie theater and I'm lost again. Lost from reality and wishing I could go back. Those few precious moments, or hours, where art has touched me in a profound way. Something deep inside my soul is awakened and I am at one with the deepest part of my happiness. There is no fear of being alone. I want more art! Moving forward into eternity, I feel that there is no limit to artistic magnificence. It defines me and my self expression. Art is the camaraderie, the glue, the essence that binds the souls yearning, evolving, never ending transcendence into the great unknown. One thing is certain; our love of art has stood the test of time. It is a continuous, limitless expression of our highest selves. Like the cello player sitting on a chair performing his own special concerto in the bombed out streets of Ukraine, art is indestructible and so are the happy souls who follow the notes. In the infinite space of eternity, art will lift us up from the ruins, the depths of despair, the ravages of war, the sorrow of hunger and poverty. Why? Because the artist/art lover has found their true identity, his/her true self, illuminated in the painted rivers, photographed in the mountain peaks, choreographed in the rhythmic dance, arranged in perfect harmonious notes by the prodigy musician, talented beyond his/her years. Art is magic and I intend on following it's call here on this earth and eternally ever after
