The biggest movement is stopping. That was what I was thinking in regards to art, which is my life. Too many times, when I’m busy, pre-occupied, and simply being functional, I don’t stop from points A to B.
That is an art-less life.
Odd as it seems, moving is the easiest thing, when I’m being functional. Pausing to listen, lingering in front of a painting, halting for a hallway’s photograph, pulling over to watch ducks on the water—stopping can be the hardest thing to do.
Stopping costs you time. Stopping spreads your time. Inflates your space. Stopping where there’s no one else means you’re the one who has a chance to appreciate what’s in front of you!
Stop and look, before it’s gone. Stop and look, before you’re gone. Stop, before it changes. Take it in, and then maybe, you can tell someone about it.
