Life is Art; We are the Artists
Life would be a beautiful painting if death wasn’t always showing up and pouring turpentine on it. But every time, we pull out our brushes and we start to fix the smudges. We begin blending the colors back in where they belonged, but it never quite looks the same as it did before, does it? Sometimes, there’s just a little turpentine… a distant cousin or a friend of a friend of a friend or perhaps even a character in a book or movie (unless it's John Wick's dog, because... come on). Those are generally fairly easy to paint over, and sometimes, you can’t even tell it was there. There's the mid-level ones... acquaintances, coworkers, pets. These spatter turpentine over a wide area, leaving gaping holes, but eventually, with a lot of work and time, those areas, too, will be covered back over. You'll remember the images beneath, but you can see the new beauty in the spaces you filled. Then, there’s the huge ones: immediate family, close friends, spouses, children. These make
