We all have to start someplace. If we don't, our lives will go nowhere, and we will accomplish nothing.-Shaunelius L. Sterns- "(God) takes my hand and writes beautiful poetry. He takes my hand and creates beautiful drawings. He takes my hand and picks the colors that I use to color with. He is the Only One that has brought out my inner beauty in ways that I have never known."-Shaunelius L. Sterns
When I look at this picture of this jellyfish, I do not just see a sea creature, I see shapes and designs and colors of the rainbow. Just looking at the water in the background with the bubbles flowing I see colors of blue and white, and the bubbles are round and white in different sizes.
When the sky is bright and blue, everything is right in the atmosphere. There is not a care in the world to upset things until the dark clouds start rolling in, and the atmosphere change. Where there were once white clouds and blue skies, there are no more white clouds to be seen, and the sky is gray. Rain begins to fall in droplets, just enough to moisten the atmosphere, but then the thunder rolls in and takes over as the lightening follows. The rain begins to fall a little harder, and the thunder begins to roar a little louder, and the lightening begins to flash a little brighter with the electricity crackling through the sky. Just imagine in your own mind seeing this take place. Just imagine the smell in the air as all of this takes place. Look at the beauty in the rain and the thunder that waters the earth to make things grow again. Doesn’t it give you the feeling of new birth?
As the rain falls to the earth, puddles form on the ground where there were once dry holes where little ground critters lived. Now they have turned into swimming holes for them to enjoy when the sun comes out again. Thunder roars loudly letting the atmosphere know it is in control of the lightening that flashes behind it. Fear strikes the hearts of those who are afraid of the sound that the thunder makes. Little one’s scatter at the crackling of the lightening that sparks across the sky leaving electric vibrations all over the sky. Sheets of rain falls harder and harder causing rivers to form from the large raindrops that crash to the ground from the sky. Who would have ever thought that this would happen in such of a small town? Who would have thought a rain storm would have caused all of this?
As all of the townspeople tried to outrun the storm, the roads began to wash away, leaving them stranded wherever they were, there was no escape. Things turned dangerous as the lightening hit the ground, the trees, the light poles, houses, and cars. The elements began to fall from the sky as if they were being thrown down by someone who was angry because of something that had been done wrong to them. The sky turned from black to red, and the rain turned from water into blood, and fire came up from the streets all around the town. Masses of people were taken, and there were those who were left behind, and those who were left behind were spared to tell the story of what happened on earth, and to remember that one-minute things can be pretty and beautiful, and the next minute, it can be dangerous and scary, and unexpected.
In all that happened that beautiful, dangerous day, there is still beauty in the thunder and the rain. So, when the sky is blue and pretty with clouds gracing the sky, do not underestimate the sky or the clouds that are there, because all of that can change in a split second. Do not take life for granted, because you can be here one minute and gone the next. Live one day at a time and appreciate every moment given as if it were your last and you knew it.
When we are looking at abstract paintings, we are looking at colors upon colors, but withing those colors are designs that only someone with artistic eyes can see. Whenever I look at art, I look for the message in it. All art has a message in it from the artist. It is what catches the eyes of the one looking at it. It is the inspiration that pours out of it from the brush when it touches the canvas. When someone paints, they put their heart and soul into the painting so it will be perfect without flaws. There is something about art that makes the onlookers stare with amazement. Sometimes art can make a person emotional, my own art does that to me when I look at it after I have spent days and hours working on it. I hope this year is better for me, because I need to paint before my paint dries out. Hopefully I will create something beautiful just as I do on paper.
I guess I will always love art; all art. I suppose that’s why I am the kind of artist I am today. I have always loved to use my imagination when I am being creative, even in my writings. Well, let art inspire you to be creative to create something beautiful. Until next time, keep being creative with art.
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