Something Beautiful is a self-imposed initiative to find a visual feast for each day of a year.
A glance at life from the outside can be remarkable, puzzling—fascinating. I had no idea where today’s image would come from. I had created a pressure and expectation to be able to surpass each day with an astounding image that would inspire and awe. Coming into the 143rd day of the exercise, the quick, immediate, and first time images had all been used. My imagination was laboring under the demand of finding not just a beautiful image, but and extraordinarily beautiful image—every day. Labor? Demand? Really.
Stop. Could I have traveled further from the point of this? To make a joyful task one full of judgement and self-competition—the background worry of disappointing. Enough. I released myself. This is not a chore. Stop the choking. Yes, I let it go until 11pm. I breathed. I trusted. If I provided room for inspiration, she would come.
Dancing. On a silly TV show, I watched dancing tonight. Dancing infused with passion and focus. Dancing that transcended all the ridiculousness of its context. Beauty that conjured iconic images of Degas’ ballerinas dancing to Turandot’s Nessun Dorma. I searched and found lesser known Degas dancers. And I am pleased. Letting intuition take over has restored balance in my beautiful universe—as I hope Degas and Pavarotti will do for you. Ahhh.