LifeCanvas

There’s a painting. Hanging on the wall. Bleeding red. Grey, black and dark yellow. Life coloured green and blue. Rose gold. Selfmade. Made by self. The portrait of life. The explicit ray of light. Enlightening. Frightening. The colors outshine the canvas simplicity. A painting made by hand. Controlled strokes. Hand in control of the way life is. What life is all about. Sunlight is the aim of every move. Every step. Everyday. Light from sun will shine your way. One door leads to a certainty in life and another leads to another way of living. Uncertainty. The greater mening of everything is the path to go there. Whilst you earn the warmth along the way. Even thought the walk is cold. Dark. And up hills. Always choose the easiest way. Keeping control. Fear can guide you to be safe not to challenge the path laid out on forehand. The meaning of life. The map of future luck. You can carrie your self. Your parts will be forever dedicated to follow you. Ever faithful you. To put your feet in the right direction. Walk the way of living towards the light. Sunny light. Lighter than light. The picture leaves out nothing. All well calculated. Everything seems like secure system. Nothing in life comes as an influence of livning. The system got it all down. A theory of success in life without bleeding pain. Hearts dripping of feelings. No opened wounds. Non acing sadness of missing. No lack of anything that can’t be replaced. Erased by. Distracted by time-consuming efforts. Nothing more harm than pushing thoughts away. Non feeling. Non. Feeling non. Walk through that door. Turn left. Walk on. Surviving life. Keeping parts together aiming for the sunny side. Where life is living. Waiting of your appearance. The right place. In the right time. Welcome.

The complementary picture on the same wall would be my painting. Rose gold combines the grey and black. Shining light yellow centers the picture. Gold  from inner to outer parts of the canvas. Bleeding warm feelings in the inner soul. It makes life near. Vulnerable. Leaves me feeling the closeness to living. The surroundings differs a great deal. Leaving opened bleeding wounds and at the same time making everything noticeable. Non feeling. Feeling non. No regrets. Feeling. Living. The strokes are structured as the road to what may come. Come what may. Fear of pain, decisions made in the future makes life worth living for. Worth trying. Living like trial and error. There are emotional room for feeling lost. Feeling wrong. Forsaking the safe path in order to get a great win in life. Goldmedal. Fail is a possibility. Things might not be working out. At least I know it was worth trying for. No regrets of the unanswerd.

Because claiming to control life would be the greatest fail ever. Life control your time of living. It’s not a eternity. It’s days. Can be weeks. Might be months. Hopefully years. Decades if life treats you great. Living life not walking a path to the sun where life might begin. No guaranties life will give you time. Then you spent your days waiting. Loosing opportunities of happiness. Wast you days aiming for the goal not reached. A long way surviving. Along the way die. Alone. The sun is where life is. There is no intention of waiting around. Putting living of the side, while walking the path laid out for me. I choose how to direct my steps. My body makes my walk possible. Faithful and loyalty is not the force to accomplishment. It’s rather the will to be a part of.

Two paintings with bleeding perspective of life. One defines fear and the over all greatness of controlling the path to the life where sun shines while you beat your self with the selfcontrollstick everyday along the way. The other picture of living life as it goes on like the loving warm sun is a part of every step of the way to create the luck and future to bring while your pain sometimes does and sometimes do not gain. Good will come.

My days are now. My life is today. My time is to precious to live in fear of what might come instead of living on curage to take on what life brings and make the best of those opportunities. I, my self, never settles for anything not worth living for. 

//Linni (with a shiny canvas of living life)