The Observer Vol. 4
by Mark Warren Jacques
Observations:
Original Artwork - Love
Original Artwork - The Sun Without Sound
An Idea - The Grass Is Always Greener Where You Water It
"Love"
Original painting by Mark Warren Jacques
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Acrylic and Ink on wood panel
Signed on front and reverse
16 inches round X .75 inches deep
For Sale Here: https://markwarrenjacques.com/collections/original-artwork
"The Sun Without Sound"
Original painting by Mark Warren Jacques
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Acrylic and Ink on wood panel
Signed on front and reverse
16 inches round X .75 inches deep
For Sale Here: https://markwarrenjacques.com/collections/original-artwork
An Idea - The Grass Is Always Greener Where You Water It
What if we made a choice to direct more focus and energy inward, toward the very place which we already occupy.
The desire that sets our eyes wandering outward, over fences, into the fields and feeds of strangers, may feel like some sort of inspiration, ambition, or longing for greatness, but perhaps it's merely distraction. Perhaps the real revelation comes from within, not from afar. Maybe it’s a shift in perspective, a gentle bending of awareness toward the richness already within our reach.
There is patience required in learning to tend to our own ground. Our culture of constant upward trajectory, of limitless possibility advertised from curated horizons, makes it easy to forget the power of self realization. Beneath the surface of each self lies hidden seeds, unnoticed potentialities, dormant until touched by attention and nurtured by care. To water what we already have, our relationships, talents, passions, simple joys, is an alchemy of presence that transforms everyday life into something radiant and deep.
This is no call to abandon dreams or forsake adventure; instead, it’s an invitation to find liberation in the overlooked richness of one’s own possibilities. From this awareness grows a life abundant, expansive, fulfilled.
In truth, we have always held within ourselves enough beauty to fill lifetimes. The more faithfully we nourish what we already possess, the less we chase after phantoms that lie just out of reach. Happiness, then, is not the thrill of more or the distant promise of better fortunes elsewhere, but the graceful awakening to the treasure of this moment, this body, this place.
Perhaps the grass has appeared greener on the other side because we ourselves have forgotten the color of gratitude, of wonder at the delicate magnificence right here. The life we have, precisely as it is, grows luminous with appreciation. The simple act of seeing ourselves as enough, brings the realization that everything we ever needed was already ours, patient and waiting to be watered. Because by my observation, the grass is always greener where you water it.
Thanks for looking.
with ∞ gratitude,
-mwj