Artist and writer Frederick Frank wrote: “I know artists whose medium is life itself and who express the inexpressible without brush, pencil, chisel, or guitar. They neither paint nor dance. Their medium is being. Whatever their hand touches has increased life. They see and don’t have to draw. They are the artists of being alive.”
She wakes up each day
to a blank canvas of 24 hours,
and she fills it with strokes of
love and laughter
nourishment and beauty.
She is a creator of relationships.
Friends, family, strangers,
flowers and food . . .
those are her paints.
Her muse may wait for her
in the kitchen
and in her garden,
but her life is her canvas.
Her life is her art.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.
I love you.
So beautiful and so true, our ultimate work of art is our life. Blessings on Mother’s Day!!
What a beautiful post. Happy Mothers Day.
Awww. (No response seems quite as appropriate as “aww.”) =)
You’re both beautiful ♥
they are the artists of being alive.
i LOVE that. it’s perfect and beautiful and may just be the most important art of all.
Hey Jeanne thanks for your lovely comment on my poem..This post made me smile, I take care of my 90 year old, now disabled from a stroke, mother and creativity is my outlet from all of that, though its not a chore to be with her , as she is an amazing woman and a walking library of knowledge and history and strength . This picture of you and your mother speaks volumes to me about your love for each other and that special bond will never be broken ,she looks very special , beautiful words and a lovely image of you both …:)