Pieces

I love puzzles, always have. I don’t know what it is. I’m such a determined and focused person that once that box is opened, I’m glued in one spot for three days. I like to build the frame first and then put together the segments I can make out first and then connect them accordingly. Nothing is as frustrating when you can’t find a piece or a piece looks like it fits but the more effort you try to jam it into a place where it doesn’t belong, it just looks stupid. I also, love the art of Cubism, always have. Braque, Picasso, and Cezanne. I’m not sure why. I can stare at those pictures forever. It’s like a puzzle in itself; pieces just dropped on the floor letting your eyes put them all together like a magic eye. Especially the portraits, the pieces are spread but you can still see an expression, a posture, a spirit hidden within the maze.
I have always been a thinker, I don’t know why. It just comes natural. I try and get a big picture in my head but if I’m lucky I get the small segments, maybe God will connect them together one day. I get frustrated when I can’t find what I’m looking for, and even more when I’m trying to force something I’m convinced is going to work. I have never been a dreamer, I don’t know why. I get caught up in what’s reality, I don’t play in possibilities and joys of unexpectancies. I guess in one way it keeps me down to earth but in the other, I never see the beauty in the full picture. My eyes never back away and adjust to see the picture right in front of me. All I see is pieces of my life, scattered, not to sure what to make of it, but looking beyond these tiles of images, I’m trying to make out what is there. I think there is an expression, I’m not sure, is it a comedy or tragedy? Let me stare at it some more. Perhaps there’s a posture, a face formed, but I think I can see a spirit wrapped up in it. If I can just see the bigger picture, see past all the individual squares, I know there’s something greater lying within the colors and strokes. I don’t know and I can’t look away. Maybe one day all my little shrapnels of moments, ideas, loves, and pains can be made into something that reveals a deeper picture of an expression, a face, and definitely a spirit that will continue to astound the heavens and earth for all of mankind.