Come as You Are

People are easily offended.   My mother recently groused at me all afternoon because I wasn't ready to eat lunch at eleven (I never said she couldn’t).  But that’s nothing compared with the ire generated by differing political and religious views.   So I am usually very quiet. Like a rabbit hiding from a hunter, I freeze when opinions are being aired.  I show sympathy, but keep quiet.

So, you might not have heard me say that I’m a believer.  As the Nicene Creed puts it, “I believe in God, the father almighty, maker of heaven and earth; of all that is seen and unseen.”  (I love the whole Creed, but we don't have to talk about that here).

That belief is relevant to a blog about art because it impacts how I see the world. My art is all about seeing. I see beauty in colors, lines, and shapes, and it takes my breath away.  But behind the Wow! of it I feel that I’m seeing the passion, creativity and joy of a Person.   Seeing beauty brings me joy, but also feels like communion.

You, the art appreciator, are welcome to come as you are, feel whatever you feel and cherish your own beliefs.   That’s fine with me.   But I wanted to tell you where I’m coming from. Because it beats hiding.   

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