When I cleaned up the balloon trees I created last year, I didn’t trash the balloons. Instead, I collected them. I thought perhaps I could reuse these old balloons as a colourful material for a new art project.
From the big bag of tangled balloons that I had brought down from the attic, I took a small portion and gave them a loving, warm bath.
One by one, I untied the knots, cut away the yarn, rinsed them and took them out of the water again. First the reds, then the oranges, then the yellows.
All in a neat, sorted arrangement on a huge towel by the window, dried by the warmth of the sun.
As I looked at these bits and blobs in all the colours of the rainbow, I realised they looked beautiful already as they were – a giant happy balloon collage – even though I didn’t ‘make them into art’ yet.
It’s only human to want results, and to want them yesterday. But if you’re only focused on the end result, you miss the beauty that’s in the process.
When you hold still for just the slightest moment, you may find that there’s beauty and art in everything, even if that’s sorting your garbage in the living room.