Last week I talked about preparedness and patience as being attributes to making the most of opportunities when they come knocking. I suppose I could have also mentioned: being in the right place at the right time.
I was walking through the sun shower towards the Peace Fire and just as the light rain stopped, this hugh shaft of multi-colored light was brushed into existence. Surely, there must be a pot of gold at the end of this, I thought. In the end, the rainbow, itself, was the gold.
On more than one occasion I have been told that art is irrelevant; that the real work of the world is found elsewhere. Whenever I see a rainbow, it tells me that the world is nothing, if not one big art work.
Who has not looked at a rainbow and felt its magic? It doesn’t serve any economic purpose or any biologic purpose either. It is just there, beautiful. If it brings joy, how could such an encounter with this beauty be deemed irrelevant?
Two or three dimensional works of art can also serve solely as vehicles of beauty. No “art speak” justification required. Does this make them irrelevant?
The more beauty surrounds me, the better and wealthier is my life.
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