Tosin shared this with me the other day as a comment on my post The World’s Largest Puzzle. This is beautiful. I was ensnared from the get go. Her words painting a picture I could not take my eyes off of!
I am a better person from reading this. Thank you Tosin for sharing this with me. Now, I must pass it on!
Photo by Lukas Blazek
An empty canvas stands before us. We stare into the vast spread of nothingness as the artist works through his mind to create an imagery only he can see. We’re left in the dark, we haven’t come to life, yet we trust the one with the brush and all the colours in his hands. His works of the past surely speak for him as we can clearly see, so though we are still wet paint on his pallet, soon we’ll dress the canvas well.
His first coat of white brings us all to life; the birth of every one of us starts the story to be told. Our first cries, each a drop of paint that wears his brush like drapes of silk and wets the surface with every stroke. The canvas, though once white with nothing, looks a lot whiter now, white with life, white…
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