The Canvas of Humanity!

​Art? It’s everywhere — even in the places you’d least expect it to be. You just need the eyes to see it that way, the way I see it. Beautiful, mesmerizing, illusionary. You just can’t take your eyes off it — not because you don’t want to, but because you can’t. The way those details matter, imperfectly and quietly saying everything that justifies that hidden story of ours.

The art — the art of looking at those handwritten journals of yours that once meant everything, and were read by the ones they were written about. The art of that first drawing you made as a three-year-old kiddo, the one that made you believe you were an artist. The art of maturing before reaching adulthood, forced to learn to do so. The art of releasing all those suppressed emotions by letting it all go — even when you can’t. The art of creating and living the life you once dreamed of, that now feels just so ordinary while you’re living it.

The art of doing every single thing you once loved, but not anymore — because it doesn’t give you the same feeling it used to. Now, it feels like a burden.

Art? It’s everywhere. You just need the eyes to see it — the way I see it.

~lavanya