When i was visiting my brother and his girlfriend, i came across a beautiful canvas of a painting by Gustav Klimt. I have no idea which painting it is, but i found it striking. Very interesting patterns and such a subtle embrace. I just had to take a few detail shots of it..
Ofcourse all copyright belong to Gustav Klimt
So often we tend to look for the extremes.
It has to be fast, beautiful, precious and rare.
It has to be true, profound, smart.
But having explored these realms of inner riches,
i’ve found that all the beautiful things my mind can create,
have never been able to really fulfill me.
Sure, there have been days in which i’ve been thrilled and exited by an insight,
but as the years have passed i’ve come to learn
that these fleeting moments don’t define my existence.
The extraordinary experiences can become addictive,
like drugs they lure you into the next big high.
But never high enough, as the sky is the limit.
I’ve decided not to give in any longer,
not to crave for that which is delusive.
And so i’ve turned away from getting the next kick,
instead, i’ve learned to recognize what was always there.
The normal every day life which i took for granted,
has learned me life is full of surprises.
That which i once deemed boring and to be avoided,
turned out to be the exact place where the magic happens.
The extraordinary is that the ordinary is extraordinary!
Whether we recognize it or not, each moment is pure magic.
But we don’t need to describe it eloquently with words,
or try to grasp it’s innermost secret meaning.
We are part of the extraordinary ordinary.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is extraordinary!
Some of you might wonder, why I chose these words for my post. It’s very simple: for me to draw or not to draw is nearly the same like to be or not to be. Being born highly sensitive life doesn’t always have bright sides to look at but on the other hand highly sensitive […]
Honored to have a photo of mine drawn by Mitza.. check out her beautiful work!