I have looked at paintings and drawings with absolute wonder as to the painter’s eye, touch, and ability to bring to life images of life. How do they see? How does their brain work? How does the eye’s image flow into their brain and then through their fingers? The colors and textures created on canvas leaves me breathless. But even with their amazing creations it is still but one painting, one image, one flower, tree, lake, or face among thousands and millions. And in a sense, artists are re-creators for the image seen was created long before even the canvas became a thought.

I look at nature and the awe I feel doesn’t even have a word. Have you ever looked at the colors and designs of a bird’s feathers? Think of all the flowers with their intricate colors, designs, and shapes. A splash of color here, a fold there, long here and round there. Diversity and uniqueness that when multiplied thousands and millions of times cannot be comprehended. To imagine the Artist of all, the source that gifted such intricate, complex, and wondrous uniqueness.

And sometimes, when I am graced, I see the same looking back at me in the mirror or reflection in a window.