An Artist's Sketch

An Artist’s Sketch

By: Anthony Farentino

A sketchbook is filled with countless masterpieces—fragments of a limitless mind. Great works of art begin this humble way, softly scribbled onto a blank surface—a blank canvas transforming beneath purposeful fingertips, bringing something new into this world.

Control over this new life is only an illusion as things that are meant to be form upon their own. A watchful eye guides the darkening across the plane—keen on every detail pressed from that measured life of a pencil; instruments conducting a symphony of thought.

There is but a limit to art, materializing and disappearing with the artist, only to remain as a temporary mark upon life; same as all things.

A parent’s love will only guide so far as children grow beyond their control, with time dictating the course of life’s flow. So too is the birth of art. A creation will surpass the creator and carry forward pieces of the past.

Never the image imagined, never precise, never perfect, art breathes life into itself. Elusively dancing across the page, molding itself through every stroke of the pencil, flick of the pen, the emotion traps itself over time.

Wisdom is the great eraser of life’s mistakes as both life and art emerge as much from the birth of new as the loss of old. This process is not pretty, nor is the process of creating art, for both love and pain are necessary ingredients. 

Life should be viewed in the manner of art, as an image creating itself over time, indifferent to the will of any higher power, and as unique as a simple stroke of the pen. A culmination of points formed through time creates something unpredictable, something beautiful, and is the art of life.           

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