A masterpiece

“A masterpiece is life lived as art”… this was written up on my lounge wall for years when I realised that my life was an artwork in itself, and I consequently let go of outdated stories that brought a constant, low-level anxiety for my reluctance to create art works on a regular basis, for money. Today I’m wondering… what is a masterpiece? A little while ago, I wrote something that I feel to be a masterpiece – a letter – but what makes it so? Maybe a masterpiece is… a piece of the master, the unhindered creator. Yes, a piece of me, but a very very rare and special piece that has come into manifest expression. I say a masterpiece, as the perfect reflection of a deeply valued aspect of my soul, alive in creative form. It is something that, word for word, feeling for feeling, image for image, metaphor for metaphor, idea for idea, reflects the essence of who I am, in the moment that it emerges. (Or three weeks, in the case of the time it took to write the aforementioned letter haha). Such expressions of self happen only in times of deep introspection, connection, and consistent attention to that which I most value in the being that is me, ie. lovingness, and the commitment to honouring a multidimensional way of perceiving and walking with life. Also – a masterpiece emerges through the portal of a deep sensitivity to, and recognition of, the exquisite beauty of the weave of life, in call-and-answer to a tune unfolding. It is an intimate and truth-filled response made manifest as a vulnerable, unimpeded expression of self. A masterpiece is, indeed, a love letter to my own soul.