Spirit

I have been thinking about the ways in which life is art. How you live your life, the way that you shape your days, what you choose to do with your time, is all part of a tapestry. Parts of your life become stories, myths or even legends. Some of your life may be strikingly poetic. Single moments may be paintings in the eye of memory. And then there are the physical artifacts that you create or change: your home, the food you cook, maybe even literal paintings you draw or films you create.