I’m not convinced that life is a like a bowl of lemons, nor am I certain that when presented with said “lemons” (aka the sour parts of life) it is always necessary to squeeze the bejesits out of it and then manipulate the experience with excess sugar in an attempt to make it more acceptable.
As if! As if simply throwing sweetness at experiences that are challenging to absorb (aka trying to control the outcome) is necessarily the best way forward for the taste buds or a heart’s emotional palate.
Life lived fully is decidedly messy, often unpredictable and is guaranteed to toss all sorts of smack our way. No matter what, we (hopefully) get to chose what to make of our options.
Lemony lives are unusual and potent with flavor and color and juicy ripe with potential.
Thus… I don’t think god gave us lemons for lemonade.
I believe god gave us lemons to remind us to live zesty messy lives – with gratitude, hope and a little tiny pucker. (Kinda like a mischievous kiss.)
“Life is zesty”
Mixed media: mono print, pencil, watercolor, slight dribble of citric acid.