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
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?
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It was paint, and we think abstract art.