Shards Original by Annabelle Losa

Acrylic, spray paint, pens and golf leaf on ply wood
8x8 Inches
 
Man is like a breath; his days are fleeting shadow. "The shards are not God, but they are pieces of God. Run, Preservation, Autonomy, Cultivation, Devotion.. There are sixteen of them." The shards of Adonalsium, or shards for short, are sixteen pieces of the power of creation. My thoughts were on creation and how time is fragmented on vast and invisible unknown space, undiscoverable space, unseen space... and yet we know it's there. We choose how to spend time, wisely, unwisely, we can ruin time spent, we can cultivate a loving embrace of oneself. We project onto others whatever we feel about ourselves. If we're harsh and self-critical with ourselves, we won't let anyone off the hook either. If we grant ourselves love and acceptance, we open the door to treating others the same way. Time spent wisely, whatever way we think of time it is already gone in a fleeting moment of time.