Just outside the window are the most pleasant of purple flowers engulfing the end of the stem on this bush. I don't know the name of the bush but I know the name of the flowers, "Perfect", actually, that is not the name of them, I don't know the name of them but they most surely are perfect in so many ways and they command my gaze and demand my respect of them. The are consecutive but winding up the stem, scientifically looking like a strand of DNA and the weight of them with gravity draws the stem downwards to the ground, as thought they are reaching for some person to walk by and notice them, with all their beauty and this perfection that they have. The creator, the bush, taking up the corner of the property and beside the road. They are like a billboard for our house and as people go by they surely cannot miss them, they are so purple, the sun shines so bright on them that they are almost neon as if they were created by the hand of a sign maker who's artistic ability had just peaked and remembers what it is to be the perfect purple.
Behind these perfect, purple flowers, across the road, is the landscape and gives the affect that this is some picture by one of the great painters; Van Gogh, Gauguin, Matisse, any of the great painters. Yes, this is definitely the type of scene a great painter would have wanted to see. I think it safe to say that these great minds created such an amazing sight, the one like this one, through the thoughts of their own, but memories of past views comparable to this view was the determining factor in their realization of such a spot. These great painters had the experience of seeing scenes like this all the time, they looked for them they needed them and they most certainly knew which views were the best to capture. They know them almost by memory and to the finest of detail, then would cast these images to the backdrop of canvass, their brushes fly along with the mediums used and the perfect color mixing. Look at the landscapes of these masters, look at the brush strokes and the movements of the products they used. All of this was part of that scene and the master had so much control as to recreate it with the view itself and the knowledge of past ones. Of coarse, through experience, we become better at the many things we choose to do; careers, art, sports but these great painters had something different, a complexity above and beyond many, in the art they chose. Not only did they create these scenes but they were able to capture the emotions of these scenes and cast the emotion into the art. When you look, from a distance at one of these masters' paintings, you can notice that they have understood the beauty of landscapes and how important it is to do them justice, as though saying, "Look at how perfect this is.", but also comparing it to all the beautiful scenes they have witnessed and bringing to center the very emotion that such a place created.
Yes, just across the street is where this mass of beauty and color takes place, the green foliage of tropical plants, starting with the San Savaria and the other foliage taller than it, with all the different lengths, until rising to the tops of the trees, working its way up into the sky until the top of the window blocks the view. The shades moving back and forth require some respect, as they are swaying back and forth with the breeze that is flowing in and out as though Shakespeare had commended them to do so through a sonnet, with a rhythm that just adds to the intensity of the view. Above the foliage, there is a, "V" shaped break within the scene. It is where the greens and yellows of the plants and trees meet the various blues of the ocean. The blues are so subtle in the areas of change, there are so many colors from deep to almost white. The blues extend outward, past the island until they have finally reached the sky and another line is formed. All the lines and shapes that would make up this view. The masters, they knew these lines and could create them with ease, they had done it so many times that all of the views, although different, were the same in many ways. There is an island almost directly in the middle of this view, just above the foliage and just below the sky, but in the distance and offset, it makes me now feel as though this view was something that had to be seen from this point, in this spot and exactly at this time. Everything works, they are all in place and moving with the shades back and forth. I feel like I am one of the masters looking at this scene and although I cannot paint it in a way that would come close in comparison, I can still marvel in the fact that this view, with all its beauty, is exactly what the masters would have saw, had they been sitting here, in my seat and at this moment.
Within the deep greens and dark shades of the trees, down to the bushes and on further down, to the swaying of the native grasses. Scattered along the road are these red and yellow flowered species, they are just behind the road actually, and only a few feet back. Fortunately, the road is not in view, this scene does not require a road and therefore, is not in the windows viewpoint. The window is my mind, I created this as though it were a piece of art itself and now it is burned into my thoughts, I can see it clearly and hope to never forget it again. If I had the paints I would do everything I could to produce this scene with justice, knowing with failure after failure that painting is not my medium and I have no rights to it, as far as masters go. I do not have the experience of the the great painters, I like to paint at times but I do not aspire to be a painter, however, I am an artist and through music, maybe I could, one day create a piece of music that was worthy of this view.
Through this writing, now, I am trying to instill upon you that there is a view outside my window and it is unbelievable, it is perfection, It is worthy of a master and I am honored to see it. I feel so enlivened by the fact that it is a view which I have created by sitting here. I must say, these views are a dime a dozen and regardless of where it comes from, I have one in front of me and I am enjoying with so much fucking passion. Everything is alive and even the things within my house, man made, the shades, papers on the desk are moving with the rhythm of this view because of the breeze. It is not just a painting, it is a scene where everything is moving with it, including myself, or so I try. There are birds singing, bug sounds in the distance, so faint and almost unnoticeable altogether is the sound of industry at work, however, it does not dominate this view, the purple flowers are certainly the focal point and all the other things are those that would add to those flowers, help to promote the beauty in those flowers and the scene around them. Every once in a while there will be a rogue butterfly, usually yellow ones and if I am lucky, I will get the pleasure of a bird on my window sill, looking around, every now and then chirping with the sight of my two cats, who are sitting on the bed and acting unaware. This bird knows they are aware and their lack of noticing him is a farce. My two cats know the minute anything moving shows up on the window sill. They know he has come to rest and if there was no screen separating this bird from my cats, it could upset the whole view and turn it into some type of somber event. No, this is not the time for such an event and my cats are too boring at the moment to discuss as they lay lazily on my bed.
There are these wildly creative whitecaps in the background, the island in the distance being attacked at all sides by the waves which crash upon it, looking small and harmless, however, they are in the distance and their true size is huge. But, from here they are just little splashes of white on this painting of reality, in my head. White clouds will pass by, however, the shades are down enough that I cannot fully see the sky but I do get the treat of the shades moving in and out with the wind, so like a surprise, the shades blow in and give me a glimpse of the view that would normally be unfinished or sorts, if the shades were still. I could open the shades more and get a better view of the sky along with what is already within this awesome scene but I am also lazy, like my cats and do not wish to raise the shades, plus, I can justify it because I do not want to screw up the perfection of this view and raising the shades, the unknown, could possibly create something different altogether and perhaps stifle the wonder of the view I am privy to.
Walking neighbors, up the road, usually two women, looking in their fifties and always walking together. I can tell they are not lesbians, but neighbors and good friends. It is a time for them to chat but I can also see that they are doing this for the health benefits, they are killing two birds with one stone. They can yap and shore up their daily gossip and lose pounds at the same time. Of coarse they are not overweight and are obviously performing health promotion and weight management. I hear them walk past with a fast pace and constant chatter, then, about 45 minutes later, they pass back down on their ways home. There are no women in this scene right now though, they walked this morning and the view from my window has definitely gotten better with the day. Im not at all sure if they notice the purple flowers. I am inclined to say that they have noticed them at one time or another, they are absolutely perfect and I would ask, "How can you miss them?".
It is midday now and the purple flowers are as bright as ever now, they will not get any brighter as the sun will now begin its decent into later afternoon and then darkness. I have a feeling that this scene, regardless of what time it is during the day, would be a great view for anyone . I cant imagine anyone not noticing them, I guess maybe some workers who are busy with thought of their jobs but there are no workers on the road today. The passing of cars must surely be able to see them, however, they are driving up the road so the view would not be the same and I would imagine that they are concentrating on the road, this is the island and people drive right down the fucking middle of it and going way to fast, mostly that is. Its actually quite satisfying to know that the scene I am enjoying is one that no one else will be able to see, unless they are sitting in this chair and I have no visitors.
Is it selfish of me to get this view all to myself? It's not as though I am stealing it from anyone as there are no other houses, within reach that could see this view and even if there were someone to happen by, they cant see the view I have so I guess I can call it mine, therefore, I don't have to share it with anyone. But, I want to share it, I enjoy sharing special things and I enjoy being able to express this scene I am enjoying on this piece of paper so I will never lose it, but moreover, with hopes of sharing this scene to those who would find themselves imagining such a wonder. If my mind was to some day break and I am unable to remember the things that moved me in such a way as my current view, at least I have written it down, so I may enjoy it again, maybe if I am down or maybe just because. Or maybe someday I might forget this, this view of these beautiful purple flowers and the scene that accompanied them, what a tragedy it would be to have lost record of it, something so worthy of remembrance.