We may fear this. Feeling empty, hollowed out inside.
Absent of the “noise” of life
So used to full that empty feels strange.
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
An Empty that gives us space to breathe into
Half Empty Glass
An Empty from which to measure abundance
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.
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.
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.
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.
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