Where ART Lives Magazine Volume 4 Number 4 | Page 84

Inspire!
Stories of
inspiration
& art!
Written by
Nijole Rasmussen
“Art as a Catalyst”
Painting with my soul, I know what not
painting is. Longing with my soul, I know what
not longing is. The experiences and joys of my
soul I have painted and hung on the walls.
Witness to the readiness of my heart, effortless-
ly the canvas has lent its surface to me.
the beginning of a season— they are delightful
and promise that an end will take a place. The
deeper my privacy, the easier the beginnings
find the end, and the rhythm of life is balanced
and established. Out of an abundance of soli-
tude, silence, and stillness, my creativity finishes
itself into a form of art, for which I strive with
gratitude. I work, I rest afterwards, with a si-
I am grateful that the part of my soul has found lence or with a solitary joy. I rest in everything
its roots in the existence of shapes and colors, in I do alone. Such is my joy and abundance. It is
awareness of Beauty around me. Importance of easy for me to be alone. I gravitate with all my
being aware of something bigger then me, has essence towards moments alone with solitude.
led me to the remotest corners of my
universe where I found myself, standing firm on I keep love of nature close to my heart. It helps
the cobalt blue meridian. So many possibilities me to be authentic and original to creation and
and endless variety of objects around , still my
the Creator. The harmony in nature transience
eye and soul gravitates to balance and harmony, my soul and I feel a need to recreate it with my
gravitates towards what we call Beauty.
art. To be able to convey elegance, grace and
refinement to the viewer and so spread that
If sometimes it felt that to arrive at the
lasting impression with a gentle suggestion to
meridian was enough, later it was clear that it
embrace it, to take extra moment of stillness. It
is only beginning. The soul has whispered loud teaches us to be and to be now.
and clear, there is so much more to discover and
to be discovered. The more I immersed myself
into art, the more I discovered myself. There
was design and order to explore and find. No
experience was useless and to find art in every
day moments has proved the path I was looking
for so long. Every day has become like canvas
for me. I take the camera in my hands to record
passing moments, I take a block of pastel in my
hands, I take a brush and it all leads to one end.
End with so many beginnings, so many
opportunities. I found myself there.
I see how everything that happens is forever
a beginning, and beginning in itself is always
beautiful. The beginning of every painting or
poem, the beginning of a relationship,
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