At every moment of our lives, there are countless visual revelations unassumingly surrounding us. Perhaps these beautiful visuals are so plentiful that it makes it difficult for us to see them. Aside from that, we tend to be ‘too busy’ with chores and to-do lists to stop and silently take in the world around us. It’s for this reason that I do not see art as simply a physical object hung nicely on the white wall of a museum. It’s easy to recognize something as ‘art’ when it is situated with in a predetermined art context. It is an entirely different thing to see the artful in daily life. In this way, art is not an object but a way of seeing. To become aware of the beauty hidden in plain sight is the greatest art form of all.
The daily transitory moments of light don’t need us, they go on living whether we notice them or not. There is much we can learn from these visual phenomena: they do not cling, but gently surrender to the eternal current of change. They desire nothing, perfectly content with how they are. They have no self-critique about their forms, they have nothing in their way from being absolutely intertwined with the present. In fact, they are so intertwined with the present that we perceive the two as one in the same.
Perhaps natural light itself is the most ancient guru of them all.