“White. A blank page of canvas. His favorite. So many possibilities.”
— Stephen Sondheim
The artist in me loves a blank white rectangle and its possibilities. The writer in me dreads it a little. Tho I have to admit that both of them attract me. I love living in the world of potential and possibility manifesting. Not that all possibilities or potentials are pleasant but as we live dynamic existances, change will happen and new potentials will pop up in turn. We can always paint our part of the canvas of our lives and start anew. If we can’t totally excise what was there originally, we can reduce it to a faint shadow, one that adds depth and shading to whatever will come.
Blessings, G
eyes they want to see, but what ? its blank and nothing to admire..oh! but the reason..yes…eyes see beyond sight..the chance to start fresh and new..like morning dew..colors hue..true?
True indeed
🙂
Love the idea of reducing some things to a “faint shadow”. Good imiage to have.
Thank you
To face the white tundra of possibility is scary and exciting, in art and in life. Tabula Rasa faces us each morning…