What Dreams May Come
A funny thing occurred to me the other day.
So, I’ve been doing a lot of work for my artist friend. Mainly Photoshop stuff and design work, but, still… Anyway, hanging out with him is changing me. In a good way. I find myself more and more concerned with aesthetics. I see art everywhere. My camera is starting to feel like a third eye with which I may yet see miraculous things.
In short, I’m finding myself very connected to the art world in a good way.
Now, I suppose, given time and my sensibilities, I may well end up producing art of my own. Hey! Stop laughing! It could happen! And, if it does, I’m sure Mark, my artist friend, will be more than happy to connect me to the “right” people and proclaim me his latest discovery. Considering his connections, honestly, I should be so lucky.
But, what occurred to me was that my former step-daughter used to really like art. I never got to see that blossom in her. I hope it has. I hope it has and, someday, she’s an artist full-time, like Mark. I hope that one day, she’ll find me again, because I’m known in some small way in the art community and I can help her. I hope that she’ll let me.
It’s just a dream. A sad and lonely one at that, but, I hope one day… Well, it will probably never come to pass, so it’s just a dream. And a dream isn’t real, just a bit of pretty, colored fluff as transient and insubstantial as a late Summer breeze, so what harm is done by dreaming this one?
Advice from your Uncle Jim:
"We have nothing to fear but fear itself."
--Franklin Delano Roosevelt
