Abstract Art

This morning in a hotel room in Portland, I finally got the point of Abstract Art. Or rather I think I understand what inspires it.

This is how it happened. It was early in the morning. I was laying in my bed, being in that lazy, not quite awake mode of being. I looked over at the wall and this is what I saw:

It's just the play of light on the striped wallpaper, framed picture and the curtained window that the light came through. I found it had its own simple beauty.

This morning I learned to understand Abstract Art.

Abstract Art to me is seeing something in a new, different way with fresh eyes. It might even be a detail, a trick of the light or something you see only in your mind. Sometimes it means noticing something that's ordinary or never really been noticed before.