Life imitates art?

Watching Paris Je' Taime, with all its artistic touches spawned a lucrative thought ...

Could life be described as one BIG painting, to be seen .. thought about and analyze what the artist (Him) had in mind? A work of art, with all its colors, strokes and shades .. hidden perceptions, backing thoughts and alternate meanings!

Maybe, but i'd rather believe that Life is infact art, but the brush has been handed down to each one of us ... to paint little or more patches in that big wide canvas that extends through space and time! Pallete, a whole set of emotions .. unearthed as each life proceeds from cradle to the grave .. Thoughts in logic that we conjure, Strokes in actions that we take or don't!

Meaning, a collective sum of being .. from one life to another, intertwined so blissfully .. that only He can tell one line from another!

Art .. of Life maybe :D