Story: I have heard the cries of the stars for some time, but until tonight I haven't listened. It's not that I didn't think the sky was beautiful. Of course I did. I just didn't think the sky was the place for me. I'd thought my future ought to be on the ground. I'd imagined a whole life for myself, filled with all the usual things. The conventional things. Trouble was, I'm not conventional. So achieving what I had in mind was a problem. Kind of a big problem. And my biggest obstacle was myself. The fact is that I liked the idea of that perfect life on the ground, but I couldn't bear to take the steps that would make it mine. So tonight I decided to forgive myself for not truly wanting what I thought I was supposed to want, and as I closed my eyes to go to sleep, I listened to the stars for the very first time. They said that they'd been crying for all I might have sacrificed to be someone other than the person I was born to be. They'd been crying for the sky, which needs those with the potential to be open to endless possibilities. They'd been crying for the wings I might never have spread.
Media: Acrylic and mixed media
Surface: Box canvas
Size: 20.3cm x 25.4cm x 1.5cm [depth]; 8" x 10" x 0.59" [depth]
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