The true artist has a grand theme in her mind.
Moreover, she knows how to express it freely, with
creativity, through the operation of her fingers. Each
start movement of her finger gives me expectation, as
I am eager to know what is next, what it could be, and
what it will be. Each completion of a picture brings
me amazement, as I wonder how many years of practice
is needed to reach such a stage that the sands are played
waywardly in her hands, and the outcome is fully under
her control. When she calmly erases her
previous masterpiece, I wanted to shout "wait a
minute....", yet I barely have time to feel sorry for
what was disappearing, a brand new surprise starts. A
new wondrous creation of art encourages me to keep on
looking forward instead of thinking backward. When she
finally ceases drawing, I then have a moment to ponder
over the lost sand works - they are still there, in my
memory, along with the spectacular feelings.
Maybe life is also like that. No matter how much we
want to lean on, and hold on to our previous
prosperity, time will calmly, mercilessly bleach our
past. Every second, or even millisecond arrives promptly,
never delays its pace. At the mean time, it
allows opportunity for the current........Even though gone
are the times, the things and the people, they are still
staying in the back of our mind, walk with us in our life journey.
When we have some time to pause and to meditate, they bring us
the warm feelings of encouragement.
The old shall end before the new can begin. When we dance with
the music of time, the old things are transformed into the memory
of love which will stay with us, see us through, and keep us
going on and on...
A rather profound message for the new year.
