I went to an exhibition last week. I sat in a room with paintings by Monet and Van Gough and I confess I blubbered. I didn’t reach the ugly crying stage, but I definitely had a teary moment.
To sit in the presence of something so beautifully crafted, despite the 50,000 other people who were fighting to get a glimpse, was inspirational. I’m sure that when they did those paintings they had no idea the impact their creations would have on the world.
As I admired the colour, the form, the texture, of each painting I wondered if anything I ever wrote or created would impact another person. I was filled with gratitude for the opportunity to appreciate another person’s creative work.
I wrote a song this morning as I woke up. This hasn’t happened for a long time. The melody was buzzing in my brain as I opened my eyes, and I have been singing it all day.Creating something is joyous, but also painful at times. Today, it has been a joy. And I am thankful. Maybe, someone, someday will be filled with gratitude for something I have pursued to create.