I embraced yesterday with a fervor, as I do most days and nights. When you have lived and died as I have, embracing those moments take on a different meaning. Besides the office which drives my daytime passions – the people I work with and the work that we do and the impact we have on society; painting and writing take on my nighttime loves. Last night was no different.
Ever since I was six years old, I’ve been wearing glasses. And so I go to bed and wake up with a blurry view of the world. Or so I thought until I was introduced to Monet so many years ago. Someone once told me that Monet looked at the world softly, one colour beautifully juxtaposed over another, like melodic notes hanging in the air. I’m not sure if that’s true, but I like to think that it is. And so I think of the world in that way too, like a painting – a beautiful symphony of colours. As I walk through life, every blink is a picture I keep mentally stored for use later when I paint.
And so it was that Monet’s musical equivalent, Claude DeBussy’s “Clair de Lune”, echoed in the background, while Taylor quietly slept in the corner (as opposed to the normal drama of his dreams). I took my glasses off to see the world in my head as Monet did (the way I do when I say goodbye to the night and hello to the day), picked up my paintbrush and imagined a series of lilly pads on a small pond, grass and leaves peeking thru the still water.
And with my blurry vision, this is what I saw and this is what I painted.
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