Art is a word we have made up to identify what we do to declare our overwhelming desire to praise whoever made the universe. It is this one ecstasy we are always trying to express. We often confuse the object of our desire with the self, and then art is not made but only a self-expression. Art is reserved for the deepest desire of our soul, to help us be in a personal relationship with Whoever made the universe. The universe is that good, its beauty that beautiful, its existence that spiritual. If the universe and art are anything, they are a Spiritual/spiritual expressions. This is the most sincere reason one chooses to become an artist.
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| My daughter, Sissy, gave me these roses for Father's Day. They have been a constant companion for me during my time with The LORD. They remind me that even in death, their beauty is a part of the Divine realm of love, that art can never play in but can only lead the artist to a life of praise and worship for the example. |
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