I have this picture in my house. This piece was created by the Australian born artist Pete Tillack. Please take time to see his other incredible work at http://www.petetillack.com/index.html It is an amazing piece of art. I think it is one of the best I have ever seen. How do I know this? How can I define it as “the best”? Because I cannot tell you what it looks like. In order to describe anything besides the fact that it uses a very nice shade of blue and has a water scene, I need this picture directly in front of me. Otherwise, I cannot tell you anything about the picture. Yet, every time I see it, I am awed by the beauty it captures.
And no, this picture is not new to my home. I was in love with it from the moment I first saw it at an art walk in Little Italy in 2009. After we purchased it, I spent evenings dancing to “Sitting on the Dock of the Bay” with my daughters beneath this picture. When we moved to our new house, I picked the shade of blue paint on my walls just to match this painting and devoted an entire wall to paint an area especially designed to frame “Silhouette Bay”. I have spent hours and hours looking at this painting. Yet, when I step away from it, I cannot begin to tell you what is in this picture besides water and calming blue paint.
Still, every time I see it I feel a slight sense of recognition and an amazing awe over its beauty. For me, that explains why I feel it is the most beautiful picture ever created. To see something for the first time every time and still have it strike me as magically beautiful is a true definition of beauty. I no longer have a visual memory. I cannot hold details of images within my mind. Maybe it is linked to prosopagnosia. Maybe it is something deeper within my brain. Regardless, I am fortunate to have my daughters’ beautiful smiles to see each day. I consider myself lucky to continually discover the splendor view of the mountains we live near. I am forever grateful for the unexpected sights of beauty that capture my attention on a daily basis.
I see all of these images as if for the first time every time I see them. For this reason, I am blessed to be surrounded by such amazing pictures that no longer can hold 1,000 words for me. Rather, with each time I see this picture, a child’s smile or the snow-capped mountains, I am filled with a thrill that amazing beauty can exist so close to me. No, pictures no longer can tell a story I will later recall, but I am fortunate that each time I see the beautiful things surrounding me I can observe, with new-found delight, the beauty which they possess.