Meet the middle of an East and West,
and the peeps who found some creative fun with it,
Yup, I have gone back to the West end with this heart who has fallen in love with the East side. At first, I was worried about how it would be but then knowing that we are all vanishing points in our own paintings made it okay. All we can do is take everything in,
What do I mean by this?
We look at paintings and find the point where it started with a simple pencil dot (or the first brushstroke) then it spills outwards to us. Put yourself in its place, where you are standing in your here and you are the wandering point. Instead of staring at it, you, the vanishing point, stare right back out at life and it all, from outwards, pours itself inwards...into you.
The pencil dot.
Life meets you.
No matter where we go, East or West, home is right here and it is the best place to be.
2 comments:
yea but where do you want to be? really?
why are we always wanting to be somewhere else but here? then when we get there, we wish we were back and when we get back, we hate it even more.
vicious.
hey sis,
can anyone honestly answer that question? i know i can't.
the more deeply i can almost feel hate, the deeper i know love. how can one hate such a thing? when it is a part of their own experince?
viciousness is a bitch and so is beauty.
love you
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