En plein air

If you’ve ceased to ask why sand is the color of sand, why the sky is blue, or gray, or why the sea doesn’t have its own color, then take a look, and think about it. The purpose of art is the purpose of life. Your past is a museum. The purpose of your present is to use your eyes and brain; to see each moment as a new canvas. If you’ve ceased to ask why painters paint, why musicians compose, or poets write poems, you can start asking and let each moment answer.