Painter of States
I paint the pause.
Because sometimes
beyond the nothingness of the pause,
there are worlds.
Becoming
A Threshold State
A Pause - A Moment at the Threshold
Often, a pause reveals a choice.
One that becomes visible only because someone stayed still long enough for something to unfold.
Rarely do we realize the lingering effect of a pause in the moment we take it.
Like the ones we took, which now exist in a place inside us we don’t often visit.
Ones where we sat in dappled shade
under trees, on lazy afternoons
listening to leaves whispering,
feeling the warm earth under bare feet.
Ones where we lay awake at night
in silence, staring out at endless stars.
Countless worlds.
Endless possibilities.
We were so content to be amazingly tiny and inconsequential.
Familiar pauses.
And worlds that become visible...
When we pause long enough.
