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The artist looked at the blank canvas. “This just does not look right,” he thought. “I can make something beautiful of this meaningless, empty space.” He chose the primary colors and smeared them across the surface. Then masterfully he began to combine them, creating secondary shades and hues. He lightened some to bring out a bright tint. He separated the colors so that the middle almost shined with bright pigments and the edges darkened into a deep maroon which almost looked black. In the bright center, he created shapes. Some were thick and solid. He thinned the paint for other shapes that did not hold their form and dripped down. The effect was stunning. As the artist feverishly slashed his brush across the canvas, a still life formed.
As the features of the images took shape from the gestalt figures on the canvas, a smile began to form on the artist’ face. He was obviously pleased with what he had created. He stepped back to admire the picture. He set his paint brush and colorful palette down and stared lovingly at the painting. He spoke to the painting in an indistinguishable language and the breath of his voice impacted the canvas. The still life became animated and shapes and colors migrated across the surface.
As he watched, the dark maroons encroached increasingly on the bright center, marring the beautiful images he had formed. Tears welled up in the artist’ eyes until he could not bear the idea of his beautiful painting being ruined. He ran toward the creation and flung himself at the canvas. His body impacted the picture and shattered into a million pieces and his blood soaked into the canvas. The mosaic of his broken body and the bright red blood brightened the picture once more and covered the marred images. The artist had saved the painting from the ugly, corrupted image it formed itself into.
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Today, we observe painting from inside its colors and we move across its canvas. We are the painting that the artist created. We are grateful that artist sacrificed himself to keep it beautiful. The artist still lives and now his spirit indwells the painting. We look forward to the time when the bright colors will extract themselves from the canvas and live on forever in the presence of the artist. Then the canvas and its dark maroons will be thrown into the fire and will not be seen again.
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