My imagination a clean pane of thick glass,
a clean canvas.
Both awaiting destruction.
It starts with a thought, a spark ignites.
With the right intention the spark will drive the thought to impact.
If both the thought and intention behind it are strong enough, the glass will crack
causing it to spiderweb,
opening my imagination to new cracks leading to new ideas.
Each brush stroke leads to the next, filling out the canvas.
Slowly building the image stroke by stroke.
Never to be a clean canvas again.
Never again to be a clean pane of glass.
I cannot help but think of the irony – the price for the creation is a destruction.
There is beauty in that destruction.
Perhaps a subliminal lesson in duality?
Is there perhaps a price for creating – a give and take?
Perhaps there is a duality in everything,
but for a duality to exist balance must be achieved.
Finding that balance is in itself an art.