Artist of All by Jacob Nutter

The sky is empty; in fact, it does not even exist, yet it is in the making. The canvas is ready, the infinite space prepares for formation. His mind is the limit of such a masterpiece, but his mind knows no bounds. He has awoken to find that his last creation faded to oblivion during his uneasy slumber. It is time to begin again. All of space is the artist’s domain, matter is his ingredient to work with, and his hands and mind are his tools.

And from the sea of emptiness rises all. “Start simple, get bigger,” he thinks. Then with a puff of his breath and twist of his wrist a star erupts to life. Slowly this galaxy is fabricated, a blot of gray here, a speck of blue there and a swirl of red here. Each orb of solids, liquids, and gases is unique; these globes primarily fill the growing realm. Clumps and blobs of ice and rock permeate the empty expanses of nothingness.

The three dimensional artwork is coming to life. The artist makes sure to leave ample room between each individual object, providing enough space for him to get around. After each solar system is complete he moves back and smiles at his work. But this is only a small piece of the unbounded universe, and then he goes to create the next piece of the cosmos.

He continues to coat the fabric of space with immense and minuscule items. Some glow, some blink, and some consume the light that suns strive to produce. Each has its own distinct individuality, each has a story that could be told, and each is beautiful.

Galaxies spin with a flick of his hand, every one taking on a special shape and personality. Complex and remarkable, all exhibit splendor and majesty; they convey a sentiment of the artist. Some are fierce and entropic, others tranquil and unperturbed. It is a wonderful blend of peace and conflict.

Every color in existence has been used, for every color in existence was fashioned by the artist. The macrocosm has begun to change and morph by itself, and this signals to the artist that his masterpiece is complete. He will once more watch and wait until his mastery is needed again. But for now, the artist of all, will sleep.