Dreama Tolle Perry » Artist and Writer

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Empty

 

“Red, White and Scented”
12 x 12″ oil on museum quality panel
SOLD

 

 

Empty.

 

We may fear this.  Feeling empty, hollowed out inside.

Absent of the “noise”  of life

So used to full that empty feels strange.

 

Consider though…

 

 

The Grand Canyon

An Empty that brings us to a place of awe

 

Hollow of a Tree

An Empty that offers a safe respite from the storm

 

Lungs

An Empty that gives us space to breathe into

 

Half Empty Glass

An Empty from which to measure abundance

 

A Ballroom

An Empty space in which to dance

 

To be full of things is to be empty of God.  To be empty of things is to be full of God.

~Meister Eckhart

 

I think about that ‘empty’ space a lot.  That emptiness is what allows for something to actually evolve in a natural way.  I’ve had to learn that over the years- because one of the traps of being an artist is to always want to be creating, always wanting to produce.

~Meredith Monk

 

Sometimes it is useful to look at what can be emptied out in life

in order to create a vacuum, a space to hold

that

for which we yearn.

 

 

 

 

 

  • June - May 10, 2013 - 11:42 am

    Beautiful, thought-provoking words that accompany an equally beautiful painting.

    Empty – as in, waiting to be filled and re-filled again and again, with abundance. Our own special and unique cup to fill, or to ‘runneth over’ with joy, love and beauty.

    Empty – similar to ‘blank,’ as in, a blank canvas, just waiting in eager and loving anticipation for the artist to splash glorious colours and emotions onto it.

    Empty – as in ‘new’ or ‘afresh’. Was it Anne Shirley, in ‘Anne of Green Gables,’ who exclaimed how much she loved the start of every morning? That each new day was brand new, with no mistakes yet in it. Something along those lines, I think, right?

    Thanks for sharing this, Dreama. It is a glorious painting, filled with glorious colours and one of my favouries in this year’s calendar – as a matter of fact, it was the painting for last month. Every time I’d look up from my craft table, there it would be, making me smile.ReplyCancel

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