Imperfect is perfect

 Ever notice how the imperfect is perfect?

...Walking through any large art museum which displays the work of many different artists, through different art movements, take a moment to observe what type of work really draws you in. Though we may be impressed with the excellent craftsmanship of an artist which created a painting or sculpture almost exactly as the subject they were depicting-something seems to be missing? What?

Without realizing it, a group of artists, (later named ‘The Impressionists’  by an art critic because they had failed to duplicate their images, meaning accepted art.) forever changed the art world by trying to capture what they felt and saw in a moment. They tried to capture the heart...
...as he stood on the pond bank and watched the sparkling mist rise above the water at dawn, his heart was filled with joy and overcome by the simple beauty of it all...
How to capture that instance on canvas so another might feel the same...not perfectly, but imperfectly!

Is it possible that the more perfect we try to make something, (including ourselves) the less perfect we become, and hence the more angry and judgmental we feel until we are exhausted? Yes, we may admire the near perfect, the athlete, the singer, the actor or model, etc. but near perfection always comes at a great cost and is only temporary. It cannot be maintained, so why focus our energy on the unattainable? 

I have boxes of photographs and every few years or so, I love to shovel through them and laugh, (even cry), recalling the old days, what once was. But each day, it is that lopsided, little blue vase, that sits in my studio on a shelf, made many years ago by my daughter in 3rd grade, that is sacred art to me. Though definitely imperfect by a potter’s standard, it is invaluable to me and always will be precious!

I believe we are the same to God. 
all lopsided, brightly colored wild flowers
covering the bank of some pond at dawn
the mist, gently rising as the air warms
He fills his brush with color and smiles
forever painting with his heart
the imperfect, perfectly...

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