The other morning, while walking in the partial light just before dawn, I glanced down a street, which I had seen several times before on my walks.
Mundane.
Brick homes, two stories, trees and basic landscaping, but, at that moment, glittering with jewels, lit in the lingering darkness by street lamps and porch lights.
Shadows almost forming trees, bushes, homes... even cars parked in driveways and on the street.
Mundane?
Yes, but, suddenly, as I watched, the scene morphed, and I saw how someone such as Van Gogh, or Lautrec, would have painted it.
I saw it with new eyes, a scene with its own beauty, and, as the start of a narration which a skilled artist could have brought to life and made into a story on canvas.
I saw the beauty of the street, the painting portraying it, as it might appear to someone viewing the painting a few centuries from now... or ago.
Art...
...making seeing the mundane with meaning... and sharing the vision as beauty, ugliness, evil, a miracle, a story, or a moment become more than what it is.
Donovan Baldwin