I awoke this morning to the sound of bare feet pounding the tile that spans our house and a small, excited voice yelling: "Mommy! Mommy! Moooommmmyyyyy! Rainbows in the Studio, Rainbows in the Studio!"
You would think that this was something of a new phenomenon, but we have seen "Rainbows in the studio" every morning this Summer, and it has given us such unexpected pleasure. To a 3 year old, the light that pours into the french doors and through the (once discarded) chandelier crystal that I have attached to an old wire plant basket is simply magic. And she is not alone: I have come to cherish the beauty it brings as much (maybe more?) as she does.
It reminds me that there is beauty in everything, as long as we look for it. Granted, the prism light from a dangling crystal is an obvious source, but there is beauty in everything if we are willing to seek it out. And I think that this is part of what we do as artists -- find the beauty. The beauty of an image, the beauty of words, even the beauty of expressing pain through art before releasing it, it's all there. Sometimes we just need a rainbow (and a 3 year old) to see it.
"To be a star, you must shine your own light, follow your own path, and don't worry about the darkness, for that is when the stars shine brightest." - Anonymous