Earlier today, I read about a small town in France. The town people have always been somewhat artsy and each artist has been expected to donate one of his /her paintings to city hall. Each person that goes to see the art is asked to leave a donation which goes toward the upkeep and restoration of the collection.
The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls. Pablo Picasso
I am very grateful for the artists in my life. They enrich my life and the saturated color is woven into my world.
I have a friend, she is an artists. She is also a mom, wife, friend and loves her horses. Her amazing talent lies in the canvas that her paint graces.
I know a master knitter. Who knew there was such a thing? I happen to possess one of her master pieces. A hand knit lace shall. Stunning and breath-taking at the same time. Her handwork in fabrics and quilting and embroidery are exquisite. Just by looking at her work, I find myself inspired to try a tiny bit harder at handiwork.
I have a friend who is second to none in hand embroidery. Oh my goodness, the flowers and vines she creates with just a needle and thread make you pause and take a second look. So good in fact, she inspires me to try embroidery all over again.
Several of my friends are true artists in the quilting field. I know hand quilters second to none. I am lucky to know machine quilters with the gift of design and pure talent.
In my “town”, there is a metal sculpture artist, a couple of photographers, a master gardener, a bead artist, a glass artist and the list goes on.
Just think what level we all could achieve if we encourage one another? If we were “expected” to donate one of our masterpieces to the town hall?
What if instead of yakking about politics or who wore what, we talked about a music score that was written for summer? What if instead of talking about what someone said about another at work or droning on about the weather, we spoke of the amazing quilt we got to see up close and personal?
What if, instead of spending time watching television or being “busy” more of us spent that time, creating beauty and perfecting our craft to share with our town?
Just for the sake of day dreaming, what if we helped each other accomplish beautiful works of art for the sake of dusting the daily life off our souls?