seeing a painting…

Seeing a painting is like meeting a person for the first time, something within us either clicks or it doesn’t. On the outside it is the subject matter that we are attracted to or not, the colors, the texture, the magic of illusion, the story (that gets activated within ourselves), a memory perhaps, the tone of voice, the style of clothes, the hand gesture, the twinkle in the eye. But what we mostly see is the reflection of our own selves, that we either accept and embrace or reject. On a deeper level thought it is our essences that meet, our inner wisdom, our consciousness that is the same here and there, reflecting into our hearts a memory of oneness, sameness. We are all made from the same stuff, the same matter, the same consciousness that has expanded to give itself milliard forms and faces…..