I myself am often surprised at life's little quarrels.

I do believe our lives are works of art. They are colorful and varied. They can be simple and yet captivating to the deepest part of the soul. They can be layered, rich, dissonant, harmonious, moving, stagnant, pleasing, and stressful. They reflect the colors of those around them and the slightest change of light opens a new world of thought and emotion. They take time and practice with loving patience. They take discipline and skill for accuracy in technique and a bravery and daring to try something new and let go of control. In all things there must be balance. If everything is bright then nothing is bright. If everything is dark then nothing is dark. How does one become balanced? How much detail or simplicity? How much light and dark? What colors? What other works of art do I surround myself with to create perfection? Perhaps there is no right answer. All ways may be different but each one beautiful in itself. I wish I could see them all.