Take a break - sit back, put your feet up and open a good book. Or, my favorite, munch on a sweet treat, sit with a co-worker and catch up on what's going on and have a laugh or two. Either way you go, it's a moment that you dedicate to yourself. There are no pages calling you to one place or another, well, there might be but you ignore them, no one is asking for this or that and there is no running to play catch-up - it is a moment just for you. But the moment can be easily interrupted, so one has to be sneaky and hide from the crowd. Once this has been accomplished, you just sit back and relax.
But, as usual, time fleets by and before you know it you are up and running again. All too quickly you start checking your mental list of things that need to be accomplished, once you are back on the clock, and prepare yourself for the unexpected to pop up. So, as you make your way back into the building and with each step you take, you are slowly restructuring yourself and getting back into the work mode.
On this particular day, I found myself picking up trash as I made my way back into the store. A couple of weeks ago, a strong storm had hit the area and the high winds had distributed trash everywhere; even two weeks later it still can be found here and there. So, in my path is a rather large piece of paper, a local restaurant's place mat, which I bend down to pick up and walk over to the trash can to dispose of it. As I go to throw the piece of paper away, I notice something colorful on the back of it. Turning it over I find a design of hearts. All across the page are rows of purple and pink hearts drawn in crayon. How cute; some child had created a masterpiece.
I remember doing the same thing. Going out to eat with the family and while waiting for the meal to arrive, the waitress would give me a crayon, or two, and I would create a masterpiece on the back of the place mat. Often I have thought, that that was the beginning of my interest in art; that is how I became an artist. In fact, I remember my mom framing a couple of them and hanging them in the hallway at home. Thus, my first exhibit.
Now, here I hold another future artist's work. But this drawing grabs my attention as I notice that something has been written inside four of the hearts; 'I Love Mommy So Much'.
Well, I back away from the trash can and begin to examine the piece of art. There is no dirt, water stains or smudges, no tears or crinkles just a perfect piece of paper with pink and purple hearts. I walk back into the store carrying someones treasure that seems to have just fallen from the sky. After clocking back in, I retreat to my work area and grabbing a tack I proceed to hang the piece of art on the wall above my work table.
Somewhere there is a child that expressed their feelings through art and here, in the back room of the store, is their first exhibit; it's a reflection of someones love.
Talk at ya later!
But, as usual, time fleets by and before you know it you are up and running again. All too quickly you start checking your mental list of things that need to be accomplished, once you are back on the clock, and prepare yourself for the unexpected to pop up. So, as you make your way back into the building and with each step you take, you are slowly restructuring yourself and getting back into the work mode.
On this particular day, I found myself picking up trash as I made my way back into the store. A couple of weeks ago, a strong storm had hit the area and the high winds had distributed trash everywhere; even two weeks later it still can be found here and there. So, in my path is a rather large piece of paper, a local restaurant's place mat, which I bend down to pick up and walk over to the trash can to dispose of it. As I go to throw the piece of paper away, I notice something colorful on the back of it. Turning it over I find a design of hearts. All across the page are rows of purple and pink hearts drawn in crayon. How cute; some child had created a masterpiece.
I remember doing the same thing. Going out to eat with the family and while waiting for the meal to arrive, the waitress would give me a crayon, or two, and I would create a masterpiece on the back of the place mat. Often I have thought, that that was the beginning of my interest in art; that is how I became an artist. In fact, I remember my mom framing a couple of them and hanging them in the hallway at home. Thus, my first exhibit.
Now, here I hold another future artist's work. But this drawing grabs my attention as I notice that something has been written inside four of the hearts; 'I Love Mommy So Much'.
Well, I back away from the trash can and begin to examine the piece of art. There is no dirt, water stains or smudges, no tears or crinkles just a perfect piece of paper with pink and purple hearts. I walk back into the store carrying someones treasure that seems to have just fallen from the sky. After clocking back in, I retreat to my work area and grabbing a tack I proceed to hang the piece of art on the wall above my work table.
Somewhere there is a child that expressed their feelings through art and here, in the back room of the store, is their first exhibit; it's a reflection of someones love.
Talk at ya later!
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