Just Words - Given To The Moment

and at a certain point, an artist fails in their attempt to portray this - life, without the layers of words, and false meaning, a landscape of simple design. Reality always gives itself away, nothing but its true expression is ever present. Our first glance at any object shows us exactly this, a tree in perfect elegance of self portrayal, the oceans reach to shore, a bird gifted by wing and air. We see all this from our own space of complete belonging - nothing added from this point of being. Yet there comes a wish to bring this true site to others, a shared understanding of beauty known, and in this we lose a subtle position of the raw, perfect experience of the moment - we shift, even if only imagined, from sheer observation of the whole, to separate observer, and in this we lose ourselves as art for the sake of being artist. Perhaps it's a fair trade of space for beauty, even with the momentary sense of loss from our belonging. Or, perhaps better still, an artist simply allows, and allows again their work to be a lie, imperfect, though it too belongs in essence of the moment it's observed. My attempt here is obvious - it's just words, given to the moment. 

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Peace,

Eric