"There is always hope, as long as the canvases are empty." Gustav Klimt 🎨(1862–1918)
What colours do You choose to paint (your everyday life) with? There is a freedom in it, and responsibility also: how do You manage it in different areas of Your life?
And what happens when the canvas becomes messy — when we no longer know what the next stroke should be? It takes courage to add a new layer, especially when the previous one feels safe and familiar, what is a potential meaning of/in it? Sometimes, feeling lost in our own picture is not the end of the process, what if it is a beginning of something new?
Life is a fluid act of 'picturing'—how do you expand your capacity to enjoy this unfolding flow of creation? There is always hope, as long as there are canvases... ❤️
And what happens when the canvas becomes messy — when we no longer know what the next stroke should be? It takes courage to add a new layer, especially when the previous one feels safe and familiar, what is a potential meaning of/in it? Sometimes, feeling lost in our own picture is not the end of the process, what if it is a beginning of something new?
Life is a fluid act of 'picturing'—how do you expand your capacity to enjoy this unfolding flow of creation? There is always hope, as long as there are canvases... ❤️
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