beauty and perception

eyes

People say the eyes are like a window to the soul. To make art is to bare the soul.

An artist bares their soul in art. Each stroke of a brush is a reflection of being, each note is an expression of self, and each word is a call to the universe.

People say the eyes are like a window to the soul. It follows then, that an artful representation of the eyes is soulful beyond comprehension.

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the sea

And suddenly I saw them everywhere I went. There’s so much beauty gone unrecognised by the world.

Some time ago I sat atop the dunes on the western shore, watching the waves crash. The ones a few steps from me and the ones it would take a drowning to reach. And I would marvel. Their power is incredible. Not in the way that makes them destructive, although I’m sure they can kill should they want to; no, they are powerful in their infinite push and pull. In the way they are forced to recede only to come crashing back.

And I pondered to myself the magnificence of the sea.

And now, suddenly, I see the waves crash everywhere I go. In the heart of a young girl. Behind the eyes of an old man. 

Beautiful.