“The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.”
I am still intrigued by the metaphor of gardening as the slowest form of art.
Just as music and dance rely on the fourth dimension of time for their unfolding and appreciation; so a garden slowly weaves itself together from its daily rations of water and light over weeks, months, and years.
We may wait more than a decade to see our vision grow into itself as saplings grow to trees, perennials slowly expand to fill their places, and vines progress in fits and starts to cover their supports.
Even within a single season, there is waiting for the tubers to sprout and the roses to bloom.
Patience is a gardener’s most useful attitude; along with the inner vision required of an artist to visualize the work before the paints are mixed.
“This world is but a canvas to our imagination.”
Henry David Thoreau
Life is art. If only we can remember to stop and appreciate the beauty which surrounds us each day.
When we take time to visit a gallery or attend a concert we make a conscious choice to schedule time out of our daily lives to appreciate the art someone else has created.
When we sit down to sketch or play or write we make the choice to take time to create something of our own.
And yet we live and breathe our daily lives surrounded by the ultimate creation.
All art simply imitates and interprets what already IS in nature.
All that is required of us is to stop, observe, and appreciate. We simply make time to actively see and hear; to stop our constant conversation with ourselves to hear the whisper of beauty.
And perhaps to participate in its unfolding…
“The essence of all beautiful art, all great art, is gratitude.”
Photos by Woodland Gnome 2014