Immortalized, their eyes will forever meet ours though
their names and the content of their lives are long forgotten.
Viewing the incredible variety and styles of art this last
weekend at the deYoung Museum's showing of
Impressionist art infused me with that longing again
to draw, paint and explore my life through my art.
Plus hearing the San Francisco Symphony play in
the beautiful redwood setting of Stern Grove was
an amazing treat. People from all walks of life, all
nationalities were there to hear this inspiring music.

From the beginning of humankind we have been driven,
consumed by the desire to continue to leave a vibrant
record of who we are and our experiences of this life. Why?
Our ability to create art, to record our existence, our feelings,
to leave something of ourselves behind as we pass through
this world sets us apart from all other beings who have come
and gone here.

I looked into those eyes painted on the canvas, wondering
what their life story was, what they would say to me of their
times and place in history. They haunt me in my dreams
and waking hours so struck by the vibrancy the artist was
able to convey with some dried up minerals and oils.
What is it that drives us so?
What spark ignites our souls to bring these creations to life?

Many of our holy books and stories tell us that we were
set apart from other creations. That we are created in the
"image" of the one that made us. Obviously whatever the
"creator" is it has a wild imagination! Scientist's tell us
evolution is the way of creation though in my mind that
is the means of creation not the essence of the vast
consciousness that began it. Can an insect look at us
and perceive all that we are? No, and neither can we
look at the universe and know what the entirety of it is.
That would be a bit arrogant of us to think we can know
it all when we are out in what would be considered the
backwoods of the galaxy and haven't even got out of
our own solar system yet!

So, given that we are different from other species on the
planet by the very fact that we create art and record our
history maybe, just maybe, we have a little more of the
creator's abilities within us, that which makes us want to
constantly change our landscape and then record it.
I view that the "image" we have been made from is not
a physical one. Our bodies do not look like that of what
could have made us but our souls house that spark of
creation that forever ties us to the creator, in whatever
form it may be.

Art and music unites all of humanity. No matter what
our cultural backgrounds we can all appreciate and be
moved by the same picture, the same music. It is
what, I believe, the creator must have had in mind
when gifting us with that extra zing of a spark.
We are all one, creator and creation, together moving
forward to produce a richness within our experiences
that no other species has achieved before. We
continue to evolve and create beyond our wildest
imaginations.

I urge you to take the time to consciously create a
new masterpiece in our world. How would you
paint your life on canvas? How would you sing
the song of your life or play it's notes? Give
yourself over to that Divine creative spark and
make each day of your life a new work of art!

In the Light,
Sharon Freewoman