The ones looking at the painting, they are the Work of Art.
The Window turns about looking at Us. 👇PiCredits Unsplash *** We are the Clay, our hands made by Hands that made the clay we do not originate. Who are we? The little girl asks her mother in The New York Times: existential questions that needed to be asked long ago. We are best when looking within, looking with some amount of discomfort. When Humans ever did something of value to the personal or global community, was when we bowed deep. ***
