Beauty of Impermanence
Since this last post, I've been thinking more about the quest for permanence that we humans seek ... in art, relationships ... in all of life, really.
But I'm reminded that nothing is forever. On my soapbox, I've declared many-a-times that everything has a beginning, middle, and end. Everything. Beginnings are thrilling, middles are hard, and endings inevitable.
I'm ok with the impermanence of my art. I actually revel in it. Enjoying it for what it is right here, right now. And I love if just one single somebody revels in it during the fleeting now. Enjoying it deeply. And then loving it in different ways through my memory of what was ... as I move onto next.