Bravely You Must Go

Thoughts on others and praise for Megan.

To lose a gifted one is akin to losing a portion of God’s shared splendor.  I have seen many young art students who certainly had the gift walk away to lesser lives.  Over the years one becomes alive to this aliveness in others, the ability to see behind the veil and the courage to look.  To open themselves up to the cleft in the rock that is God’s place for them to see Him thereby seeing all else as He sees it.  But it is ecstasy with a cost, the awareness of your own frittering away the Devine which makes it doubly difficult when you see it in the young.  There are times of great, quiet, clarity when you know the perfect joy of knowing God, Betty as my bride, love, and the gifts of that knowledge, the children that are ours, the created world—what the Ancient Text would call, “eyes to see and ears to hear and hearts that understand.”  Being given the gift to be an artist is in that category, a calling that comes with a sincere need for great courage, to avail oneself to Him who lifts the veil—and a bonus of those young ones who bravely gaze along with you. 

My Oxblood Red glaze and an apple.  Both reside
behind the veil.