I was on my City ride last sunday, I rather go to the mountains but a good friend of mine insisted so I came along.
At the distance, I saw a violinist and got off my bike to take some photographs. At the beginning, it was just another street character and for me, he just looked like another target of my camera.
Then I heard to the lovely song that I like so much and that reminds me so many things…
It just sounded like this, and after I heard such a lovely piece it brought color all around the street. Please, enjoy it for yourserlf.
Often I think about the possibilities of a white canvas.
I see it as a new start, a new beginning where to draw and color our deepest desires if we could only…
Then I realize that every new morning, every new day, we have the chance to paint it as we like it, as we want it to be… but we hold back.
Then we dare! And from our endless imagination we give the first stroke and then another, and another.
..We take a step back and see what has come from us…
…and if we follow our heart and let it run wild with no reserves, auto-sabotage, or criticism we become artists and masters of our own destiny.