I catch myself thinking drab thoughts.
I am in a drab place. I must trudge across an underground carpark and it is eternal.
It is the Sahara desert and I am weary. Where’s the camel when you need it? Oh. That’d be the fully functioning car I just parked. I forget to be grateful for the privileged first world life I lead. Facebook friends post photos of exotic meals in exotic spas in exotic forests near exotic mountains. I am in a carpark.
myself out of rolling tedium.
What about tapping my own wisdom? I remember my statement and my blog: Art is Everywhere (if you quiet your mind to see it)
Here’s a challenge.
I will set about finding beauty
I direct my attention to seeking beauty. If not beauty, then at least an interesting line or texture or surface. I bring mindfulness and kindfulness to the situation. It’s rather wabi-sabi, this approach.
I Get My Art Eyes On.
My trusty old phone helps me out with taking photos of grubby, pockmarked, littered, cracked corners of the carpark. I am happy. I’ve shifted my mood and perspective.
I recommend Getting Your Art Eyes On.
What’s an aesthetically displeasing environment you sometimes visit?
Can you find pockets
of loveliness, quirkiness or intrigue
by simply setting an intention to see them?