have i ever mentioned that i’m a big fan of going to museums? seriously. i will take vacations to near and far locales and will be sure to pencil in a trip to the local museum while on my trip.
whether it’s the musée mécanique in san francisco, the glenbow museum in calgary, or even the seattle art museum here in my home region, i love them all.
tonight, i will be visiting the aforementioned seattle art museum where there is a gauguin exhibit that is currently making a stop in the emerald city.
there’s something about taking an idea and making it into something tangible, something about knowing that that something could very well outlive it’s creator.
carlos ruiz zafón said something about a work of art outliving it’s creator in one of his books (he was referring to writing, but i think that it could be said of any form of art and not just the written word) –
“a writer never forgets the first time he accepted a few coins or a word of praise in exchange for a story. he will never forget the sweet poison of vanity in his blood and the belief that, if he succeeds in not letting anyone discover his lack of talent, the dream of literature will provide him with a roof over his head, a hot meal at the end of the day, and what he covets the most: his name printed on a miserable piece of paper that surely will outlive him.”
truth be told, i think we all want to be remembered in some way, be it big or small and that we all long to leave an impression on the world either as a whole or simply in the lives of a few special people in our lives. the possibilities of doing such are only limited by the imagination. we are creative beings, with great potential to create beauty in the world around us.
the question then becomes whether or not we will take the time to actually invest in these things, to show up every day and create beauty – with canvas, paper, the written word, clay, with a gentle hug for a friend in need, a listening ear…(the list goes on and on and on…)