and here’s a Little Poetry Challenge for You
I feel a niggling guilt about my maintenance of Things.
Do you know what I mean?
‘Things’ are not where my energy goes.
Creativity, care, creatively caring for people, inspiration, respect, art therapy, cultivating gentleness and kindfulness in the world. These are some of the places and spaces I prefer to focus on, given the chance.
The peeling paint wall outside my sweet rented workplayspace is one of those Things calling for attention.
Mostly I have a very un-grownup ostrich strategy of filtering it out. Mostly I don’t see…I don’t actively look….at such niggly naggy Things if I can help it.
Do you know what I mean? (reprise)
I remembered that I LIKE the look of peeling paint. I have an aesthetic soft spot for images of fading glory, vintage versions of Brighton Pier or grand dame Havana buildings or crumbling palaces. I don’t like the slick, soulless beige-ification of contemporary spaces.
I bring myself to LOOK at the peeling paint wall.
I LOOK at it. I SEE it.
It is beautiful, evocative. It is poetry. It looks like a map of the world gone skewiff.
Suddenly, I must photograph it and share it.
A fresh perspective.
Art is everywhere (if you can quiet your mind to see it)
Tell me…tell us…what is a tired-out old something in your world that you can look at with fresh eyes, through Art-Coloured Spectacles?
And here’s a Little Poetry Challenge for You:
Would you like to write a small poem (or prose piece)
of 30 words or less
inspired by Peel Map 1 or Peel Map 2?
Feel free to share it here as a comment, or use the contact form to send me your poem. It doesn’t have to be any good. Just something from the heart of your eyes.