When Art Imitates Life
- Dec 4, 2017
- 2 min read
When you paint, the moment you dip your dirty brush into a pot of clean water, the water itself muddies and is a swirling remnant of what left the brush.
And each subsequent dive in, leaves yet more residue of your last holding of colour. Any vibrancy that was collated on the brush when it was clean no longer exists once its been lowered into the now muddying waters of your pot. And if you were not to refresh that water, the murky amalgamation of hues would dirty your clean page and leave a reminder of the mistake you made by using a dirty wash pot as though it were a clean one.
And this is the same, as when you have clear thought, where the waters of your mind have not been muddied. But when you add thought to thought, when you layer all of your thinking and its magnetic friends to the mix, your thinking gets tainted and no amount of added thinking is going to clear the pot. The thoughts now swilling around your head are murky and no longer resemble the clean crispness of the clarity that was there before the numerous thoughts invaded its space. You will no longer find a freshness there, now all that remains is the residue and reminders of thoughts that never served you and that add a density of confusion to your mix.
The answer now is to empty the pot. Refill the vessel with fresh, clean water and begin again, as many times, over and over, that is fine. Rather then work with a vessel full of dank and dirty water, just spill it out and return to the faucet and out will come the clarity of fresh water, untainted and new. To never be afraid to begin again is an act of faith and the fastest way to resolve the issue of staying in the dark spaces that do not serve. So as quickly as that water muddies, as quickly as one thought chases another; you can just as quickly empty the pot and the mind and begin again. As new.
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