After The Noise
There is a moment, rare, almost imperceptible, when the world slows enough for beauty to return. After noise, after motion, after everything clattering for attention, light finds the simplest corners.
It can be the sunlight on a single leaf, the curve of a line in a painting, the quiet chord strummed on a guitar just for the joy of it, a paintbrush tracing colour across paper, a walk in the rain when no one is around. Beauty doesn’t demand notice; it slips in, gentle, patient, luminous.
In creation, in life, in thought, this is where clarity arises. The essence reappears: a colour, a sound, a movement, a thought, pure and unadorned.
Simplicity is the vessel; noise was the sediment. And when beauty enters, it teaches something we forget in motion: that the world is always luminous, if we can pause long enough to see it.
[image: Charlotte Fröling, Still Life with Lemons, Oranges and a Grapefruit, 2015]
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