Art gallery: me, strolling casually along the aisle staring at the pieces with ignorant criticism since none of them seems to make sense. Now, imagine this art gallery as the world, and each of us a canvas by a single artist. But in this setting, each of us fulfils a dual role, as both a canvas and also as me, walking around criticising all the others.
Doesn’t really make sense, does it? And yet somehow, this is still what I find myself doing every day. When I came to this rather uncomfortable realisation, I got to thinking, what is the reason for all this masked animosity? Is it not really that we think we are not the artists favourite canvas, that we try to break down all the others in order to gain greater self-worth, I mean, if only one painting by a truly great artist remains, it would become invaluable, no matter whether it was his best work or not.
The only thing this proves is that we have no idea who the artist is. See, this artist is pretty unique. He has no favourite pieces, He has individual pieces. Imagine an Artist who is multi-dimensional, absolutely creative and absolutely expressive… surely such an Artist would find unique expressions for every single combination of such a rich personality and emotion and expression found in every single one of us. More than 7 billion canvases, no one the same, each a reflection of his creativity and love; each equally important, and each his favourite painting for that specific expression.
Powerful picture right?! If this is the case, it leaves me somewhat unoccupied since my primary pastime in this gallery has been to find fault with, wait for it, the separate and unique expressions of the Artist!! Well, here is what I propose to fill all that additional time we now have…
This artist has one dream, that through each of these unique expressions he could create in this gallery the same world he conceives in His mind, a perfect world, filled with all the expressions of his multiple dimensions that are drenched in love and beauty, uncut, and pure. Well, surely as a canvass forming part of such an ambitious dream our sole purpose is to make that happen. What better way than by doing that for which you were created? And what is that you wonder? It’s to express the dimension of the artist that has been so skilfully embedded into the very fabric of your existence.
In the words of Marianne Williamson, “We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us… And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”
What if I started looking for the expression of the Artist in others?
What if I started seeking His expression in myself? If the Artist is the Beholder and He is beauty, surely all He creates resembles this?
Beauty is the Beholder and beauty is me…