Original Acrylic on Canvas
48" x 48" stretched gallery wrapped canvas
9/13/21
 
To exist at all is extraordinary.
Against all of the nothing that could have been.
Here we are alive, and aware enough to know it.
 
We are born to the oldest cycle there is.
We observe with a front row seat as it turns.
Life becomes Death, Death becomes Life.
Death is not the end greedily waiting to collect us
 
Death is the steward of Life’s cycles.
Its withered hand reaches out not as a summons,
But as an old companion from a long traveled journey.
Admiring what Life has created this time around.
 
Each Life, a scarce yet priceless offering to the world.
Our Life is our own to shape
What will we build, where will we go, the actions will we take?
 
What will we do with the time we're given?