For some reason I have never thought about true art belonging to a certain place, or a particular city, or a specific part of the world. I have seen Michelangelo’s David in Florence and Picasso’s pen and ink sketches at the Guggenheim in New York, but I’ve never equated great art with a location. It’s everywhere.
I guess it’s why I have never pined away to be somewhere that I am not. I have always been satisfied to have the work that I have in the place that I am. Every morning I read the words of historical geniuses from a tiny paperback book called Thoughts for the Quiet Hour; one for every day of the year. It lost its binding years ago and lives in a little pink zipper book pocket meant to hold a bible. August 25th offers the legend of an artist by Orison Swett Marden. To completely appreciate his words you should Google him.
“There is a legend of an artist who long sought for a piece of sandalwood, out of which to carve a Madonna. He was about to give up in despair, leaving the vision of his life unrealized, when in a dream he was bidden to carve his Madonna from a block of oak wood which was destined for a fire. He obeyed and produced a masterpiece from a log of common firewood. Many of us lose great opportunities in life by waiting to find sandalwood for our carvings, when they really lie hidden in the common logs that we burn.”
– Orison Swett Marden
Never wait to give life to your vision. It is for now, not for some other time and place.