A Hand-Drawn Thank You Card

2024.07.27

Good morning that wonderful way.

And the sky's aren't grey.

What else to say?

There's words doing words and deeds doing deeds and the things in between.

At first, at times, the writing is an exercise in finesse.

It just feels good to type.

Like an artist that sketches doodles, sometimes it's great to set down glyphs just for the feeling of it.

The point is to make sentences.

Keep it simple.

Keep it that.

Keep it that; keep it that.

You know what to write about, about the day's daze, the daze of days.

Puns and what linguistics can stick in the mind of any passerby.

We start with a kiss, and it goes like this...

Your letters are for an intended audience, sometimes that's just for one.

And only one.

It's why love letters are some of the best literature in the world.

They know where they're going.

They know their intent.

And the intent is all a conveyance of a particular feeling at, and for, a particular target.

The reader is always in mind.

The relationship with the audience, building that, is the key.

And so, it should be with all Art.

Who are you talking to?

What words best show your intended meaning?

What rhythm?

What arrangements of paragraphs?

Is it pandering?

No.

Writing is only lines in light and sand without someone to read them.

The audience is as necessary as the scrawl.

There is no language without a shared understanding of those etchings.

If there's no one to read it, does it even exist?

Can a word have meaning without another?

No.

All Art is a shared experience; all Art is generosity.

A giving of what's living inside the artist.

What they see, in a certain way, a perception that others haven't had yet, that puts light on their experience.

Because that experience, that witness, shows some part of themselves they value enough to share.

We have to express something.

At all times we do.

Even if there were no people around, we'd still create for others.

Be it memories of folks long gone, a relationship of any kind, trees, the sunrise, Heaven, even your idea of God, we have to express ourselves.

It's what we all long to do.

To show and then have validated that our experience matters.

To at least one other our life matters because our expression of life matters.

Our days are worth something.

The way we live our lives, the thoughts we have, the visions we see, what we do matters.

The Artist shares how life matters to them, in new glyphs and notes and brushstrokes, and the celebration each dance step makes.

Every dance step is a hand-drawn thank you card to divinity for the chance to dance.