I’m not a fan of Surrealistic art, but in 1931, Salvador Dali painted the above image, called. “The Persistence of Memory. The painting created quite a stir and tested the intelligence of everyone who viewed it. What was the deeper meaning of this painting? As the wife of an artist, I can tell you that the mind of an artist is always active. Even when they sleep, vivid dreams are being created for future art. There isn’t always a motivation for painting. Sometimes an artist will simply try to recreate the beauty of nature. “Why don’t you just take a photograph?” some might ask. However, the painting artist has a slightly different eye for the depth of his art. So much of that person is enveloped in the final result. It no longer becomes another image, like everyone else might visualize, but an actual piece of the artist is imbedded into the work. I can imagine what Dali was thinking while creating this masterpiece, but to actually get inside his head is impossible.
This weekend, as we once again change time to save the hour that we lost last spring, I can’t help but think of this particular image. The melting clocks are so much like memories that are slowly slipping away. They no longer maintain their original shape. Some have been added to over time. They become larger than life. As years pass, that memory no longer resembles the truth of the original event. So it is with time. As we grow older, the years seem to melt into one another. We often forget the truth of the past. We may even try to forget it altogether. Age can cause us to dwell on the past, as we forget about things that happened five minutes ago.
When we’re young we have all the time in the world. As we grow into adulthood, the years are filled to the brim with obligations and responsibilities. Time flies during those years. As we come to the end of life, time should slow down, but it seems to step on the gas at the last moment. Each day runs into the next. Our pace slows down, but the hours pass quickly as we approach the end of them. At times, we can’t imagine how we will ever make it through this life, but there is more time waiting for us beyond the grave. God saw to it that time would never end for those who believe in Him and His unconditional love. He gave His life for us. That’s truth that far exceeds time.
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That painting describes me lately. Time is slipping away much too fast..but I’m clinging to what is left and hope I can do something that will make a difference for those left behind, after time for me is gone.
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You are doing something amazing through your words, memories and photographs.
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I have a different part of that painting on a necktie. I have said that if we have to change the time every six months, I would prefer the falling back every time, getting that extra hour of sleep twice each year. But a new idea popped into my head. Why not keep the clock the same and change the starting time at the office or plant? They already do that where I used to work to avoid a gridlock situation with everyone coming and going at the same time. Nope, with our government, they have to get involved and screw it up. Sorry, I even suggested it.
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That’s the truth, Mark, but I love your idea anyway😃
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Time is one of those things I used to worry about when I was young. I never seemed to have enough of it. Now, at sixty-three years old, I don’t fret about the quantitative aspect of time. The qualitative aspect has more meaning for me. Even if I do only one thing in a given day, the value of that activity should cause me to say I’ve had a good day when I retire to slumber.
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Great outlook☺️
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I guess my AAADD (Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder) is active today. I’m seventy-three not sixty-three.
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LOL
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If only Hunter Bident could paint like that…..
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Very timely words, Kathy. Thanks.
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Kathy, this post causes me to reflect and think. After the fog of another time change dissipates, this creative mind will still be able to find me . . . right where I’ve always been.
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