I like things. Things make me really happy.
On Sunday I stayed at home the whole day just to be amongst my things. I had thought I would go out, but there were so many flowers in my house and so I stayed home to enjoy them. I had planned to go to the art gallery, but found that sitting on our gorgeous couch, reading, cocooned in the douna and glancing up every now and then at the flowers, lifted my spirits more than the art gallery would. Plus I wouldn’t have to get dressed.
What my home and an art gallery have in common though is colour. Bright colours lift me up and turn me on. I could spend days in the stationary section, mesmerized by the coloured pens, weeks in a homeware store, stroking the eclectic cushions and new shades of porcelain cups.
When I look around at the colours in my home – the embroidered teal and orange cushions, the paintings on the wall and the light pink and blue coffee cups with white polka dots – I can actually feel my soul respire. It lifts me up like fast cars and designer shoes do to others, like the serenity of white walls and clean sinks, like slick Macs and crispy sweet white wine. This is the art of life.
Art is all around us.
We can make art out of the way we dress and how we choose to grow our gardens, in the food we put on a plate and how we drink our coffee, in the way we walk and talk, how we arrange our homes and most importantly, the fruit bowl.
Perhaps we feel more like the artists of our lives with Facebook and Instagram and handy digital cameras. We even have a gallery to exhibit in incase friends want to stop by.
It feels to me that Facebook has moved past its voyeuristic, exhibitionism past and is now being used as a platform for what inspires, ignites and makes us laugh. It feels like genuine sharing and a whole lot of love. We celebrate the lives of even those we don’t know so well. We like. We comment. And posters feel the love. Our posts and pics urge others on and give us an eye to the beauty in our own everyday. Even if it is to show off, at least we are really looking at the world sometimes, rather than just going through the motions.
Just yesterday I saw an oozy stack of pancakes and it inspired my own pancake creation.
We can get more pleasure out of the everyday by going deeper into the experience. Sometimes a photo is the best way to capture the achievement of creating a really amazing salad. Don’t you think?
Here’s how I spent my summer…
“Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm.”
– Winston Churchill