The artist seeks to construct, enact, or proclaim
A construal of Reality and their relation to It
They carve out a sacred holy space where
Eternity can fleetingly inhabit time
The response, the praise
The worship, the erupting “Yes” is
The acknowledgement of a reality
Whose contingency lies
Beyond the everyday, the mundane
A frequency resonate with the soul
Which calls from beyond the shadows of the senses
i would like to thank you for dropping by to have a read.
You are most welcome sir.
I understand that very well. I feel the same. I think I can also replace worship with writing and it would be the same for me. Everything I write is a prayer.
Good worship and good art should be about the same task. Dont really think they are different except in the word not in essence
I may have gotten the idea for that somewhere way way back in seminary 20 years ago as I waded through all those books. I hope I haven’t stolen something. If I did it was not intentional. I did expand it a bit.
The idea for the poem, you mean? I’ve read so many articles about this subject. Jan Richardson is a Methodist pastor, she’s also an artist. She’s very verbal about one not being able to exist without the other. Art and worship, I mean.
(I’m going to go down an scan a chapter out of Something More to send you. I think you will really relate. Not about art, however.)
Thank you
Pastor Bill preached a sermon once on how the Bible’s mandate to us is that we say a resounding YES to life. This poem reminds me of that.
You could replace art with worship and it would be the same meaning to me.
Your yes, or the yes of those who are watching the artist?
Both.
You describe the creation process of art very well, very insightful.
Its like church