Canvas of Life

What is wrong in one eye, is right in another. What is right in one eye, is wrong in the other.

A baby is a blank canvas and the world it grows up in is it’s palette. The artists are the people that step into it’s life, some more predominately than others, and these are the ones who fill a greater share of that ever expanding canvas.

Influences are noticeable, the smallest blots covered up in the rest of the work; a stroke of a brush, a thoughtful and elegant scene.

These influences are what others see. This is the picture strangers and acquaintances study over. They can be bad, they can be good, but they are the mark others have left on that canvas.

But there is something deeper than just the picture painted on that canvas; there is the canvas itself and what it constitutes.

Some canvases are made of thick wood, others of weak paper. Some are not restricted to just materials but landscapes. No matter what, these are the foundations of that canvas, what holds it up, and the foundation never changes as the canvas does so.

The foundation is what sets right from wrong in the eye. Sometimes a bad person is only that because of what the canvas has painted on it, and that is what the outsiders see. The foundation tells him he is good, and what he does is right. Sometimes a good person is only that because of what the canvas has painted on it, and that is what the outsiders see. The foundation has him do things not seen by others that they would call bad.

The foundation cannot be changed no matter the outcome of the canvas, no matter what the canvas shows. It cannot be changed.

But the canvas, the canvas can. The influences, the artists, the tools and the materials, they all change the canvas over and over telling and showing many different stories and adventures.

And no matter how many blotches, how many mistakes, no matter how many artists rip that canvas, there are others who will try to fix it and correct what others have blemished or broken. No matter how long that canvas goes at any one time without an artist, remaining as it is until the next one comes along, the finished painting is always a masterpiece, and the ones that caused these rips, only do so because their foundation tells them that is the right thing to do.