Beauty can be found in the edges of things. The way a shape entangles another, how it turns away, and how it thrusts forward. Recently, there was a discovery of something mysterious, graceful, soft, subtle, yet assertive, complex, thoughtful, and intuitive.
With the pieces kept torn and tattered, the better the piece became when the challenge was embraced to improve it. To deconstruct the whole, pick up the pieces, and put them together again, is to take a leap of faith—to believe in redemption, and that there is beauty in the struggle—in what lies underneath, what’s covered up, and what’s exposed. The things we live with shape our lives.
As I became more involved in the process of creating art, an unraveling began. All the feelings covered up, memories of people and places long gone. Turning pain into beauty, channeling, processing, and accepting what could not be controlled. It was a liberating and difficult process, one that I am still going through.
Everyone is on a journey. This knowledge is useful to take in, let go, and pass on to become who they were meant to be. Are those who are driven to beauty also those who have experienced great pain? Is beauty a symbol of what should be?