You pick up a piece of the past, examine it. Take the scissors and shape it into a story: beginning, middle and end. Making sense, seeing the beauty in something lost or forgotten; the colors dull from years of dust.
Placing it on clean white paper, the pristine boarder surrounds a piece of the whole. Smear paste on the back. Anchor the tear sheet to begin the narrative again. And viewing it – giving a glimpse of another’s past breath of movement through space and time – you once again – are present.
How I love your presence. Peace.
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You live in the moment I touch your canvases. Breath rises and falls, eyes blinking, the arm stretches out and jabs, scratches and smooths paint over the surface. I see it all, there you are… me watching you. watching you. You.
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Piecing together the leftovers of the past, you inspire a narrative for the present – it’s song heard in the silence of a sun filled room.
Snip, you follow the curve of the brush stroke left long ago. A flash of creativity happening in the past and present simultaneously. We live together again. A collage of memories that speak of desired union of spirit. A single word spoken – “look!”
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When does the beauty of the moment ring true?
When breath washes the storms of the past away and once again – light fills your eyes.
Peace.
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Danny F. Baum / Baum, Danny F.
Touching the present with a snip and sniff – we test the waters. Is it safe to dip our bare limbs into the surface of blue? No matter; the swimmer will glide and the bobber will breach – waves to ripples – giving way to nothingness.
We are finding our way, everyday. Peace.