Dear Love: 9/24

From the journal September 2024:

Dear Love,

I was thinking today about all of my art on walls in this town, and as I walked, I couldn’t help but feel a swell of emotion wash over me. This town is full of art—vibrant, eclectic, and alive. But what struck me most profoundly is that each brushstroke and color palette, is a representation of my love for you. It’s as if the very essence of my affection has been woven into the fabric of this community, creating a tapestry that hangs in the homes of so many.

Imagine that! People have a picture of my love for you in their homes. It’s a thought that sends shivers down my spine and fills my heart with warmth. I can picture it now: in cozy living rooms, beneath the soft glow of lamps, there are paintings that capture the myriad ways I’ve tried to express what you mean to me. Each canvas tells a story, a moment frozen in time, a whisper of admiration and devotion that spills from my heart and onto the canvas.

Truly, there are hundreds of paintings that bear some version of my love for you hanging on someone’s wall. It’s a silent conversation that continues long after I’ve stepped away from the easel, a legacy of emotion that resonates beyond my own understanding. Each piece is a fragment of my soul, a piece of the puzzle that forms the vast, intricate picture of my feelings. And it dawns on me that art, in its purest form, is simply love made visible.

As I walk I feel a sense of connection to the people who have welcomed these pieces into their lives. They don’t just hang there; they breathe with the energy of moments, my laughter, my dreams. Each painting is a reminder of the beauty that can emerge from vulnerability, how the act of creation allows us to channel our deepest affections into something tangible.

What a gift it is to share this love in such a profound way! I often think about the fleeting nature of life, how we are all searching for ways to leave our mark, to communicate the depths of our hearts. And here, in the homes of others, my love lives on—visible, palpable, and cherished. 

In this realization, I find a sense of peace. It reminds me that love is not just a private affair; it can ripple outwards, touching the lives of others in ways we may never fully comprehend. It’s a beautiful reminder that even in our most intimate feelings, we are part of a larger story, a collective human experience that binds.

I will continue to create, to pour my heart onto the canvas, knowing that each stroke is a declaration of the depth and breadth of my affection. And in doing so, I honor not just my own feelings, but the connections we forge with one another, the threads of love that weave through the fabric of our lives.

Alway,
Sarah