for the love of art

i know you as if i’ve known you and yet i want to know you even more.
{there is time for that now}

life intersects and intertwines, and with it family’s grow. people’s presence gains importance until you look around one day and wonder if there was ever a time when you did not wake to see their face each morning.

and you smile at all the stories you want to tell each other.
but you know there will be time for that.
{hello love}

do you believe we leave hints for each other? subtle bread crumb trails from a life long past… they act as reminders: glints of sunlight sparkle off necklaces, the way her hair falls, the way his hands move, the quiet presence of familiarity, the lightness and children that danced around the maypole that day so long ago.

we leave these hints for ourselves… to remember each other. when suddenly you gaze into those eyes again and all things become familiar as if no time has passed… and love and family and art span no boundaries of time or distance; you find yourself waking up again and again right here.

exactly where you were supposed to be all along.
yeah. it’s kinda like that.
{say hello to my sweetheart, art farmer}

“we are all a little weird and life’s a little weird
and when we find someone who’s weirdness is compatible with ours,
we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness
and call it love.”

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