my version of the pebbles

after mentioning the analogy of pebbles in a glass of water I set out to provide my own pictoral analogy, there is no other reason to publish this blog other than to get this image off canvas and into cyberworld, it is there that it can do the most good rather than sitting on my easel or in some persons home where only they are able to benefit from it; as it turns out it is in total keeping with all of my philosophies regarding art and life itself.



The person seeing and gaining the most from this image has to fully understand its significance, at the least, by one who shares similar and adjacent pathways in life.




unnamed and under construction
(watch this space!)
The piece depicts the framework of a fence on the edges of Lake, slowly over the course of time the waters have advanced their invasion of the land in tune with the ebbs and flow of natural elements, the post is a self portrait, soaking up the waters of life, drying out with the sun, a gradual taking over by plant life which itself dies and regrows in keeping with the water level. the saturation of the post allows both refreshment and drought, each having its own course and altered only by nature itself, that is the art of faith, just to sit still, to absorb and give up the stresses of life while nature itself takes care of the body, eventually, all will fail and dissolve but, they will go with dignity and respect for standing the length of time itself.
It is said by the buddhists that the enlitened have different thought patterns to the unenlightened, I have mastered this, and perhaps now recognise an important lesson in the control of time itself.

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