Walking a riverbank with my husband we came across this site of a tree base stripped of bark, graffiti painted and litter strew about. At first I felt insulted for these acts against Mother Nature, until I gave it a closer inspection.
I realized this was a homeless person’s campsite. I saw the towel, a small luxury, used to dry after bathing in the murky river. There lay a painters frock, a toothbrush and the remnants of a toothpaste tube. This was the home of a person attempting to remain civilized in primitive conditions.
I no longer saw graffiti, with a new perspective I studied a work of art on a single wooden wall. A laid bare a canvas, to voice through brush a life of agony and despair.
© Zora Zebic 2016
5 thoughts on “A single wooden wall”
It’s amazing what we can see when we put aside judgment. Thank you! 😉 xoxoM
Thank you Margarita!
When we take off our everyday glasses and really see thing, our perspective Changes.
Is it drawing or something else?
It was paint, and we think abstract art.
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