Art

Sarah put a short little post on her website where she asked what her readers think of Art. She especially wanted/or was interested in hearing how we think of it in terms of Christianity. This was really crazy to me, because I was driving over by the mall today, thinking about this. Mainly because I had been in William Sonoma admiring table clothes, and thinking how they can be peices of art just as much as Notre Dame.

As I drove out of the mall parking lot, I crossed Yosemite and got onto C470. The mountains were of course in plain sight, majestic and boring to me as they always are. For some reason I just started thinking about how God is the great Artist. The title of this blog is about seeing people for their God given beauty. Because we are all roses, in a sense of the word.

The table clothe I had been admiring (and nearly bought, yes, I am a freak)was blue with yellow. It had masterfully coloured flowers and stripes around the edges, it even had a few paislies. (You have to see it for it not to sound ugly.) And there was a pale yellow runner, that was wonderfully edged in a lacy sort of thread. The border was lovely. But it had nothing to compare to those brown mountains jutting out of the ground all the way out in Jeff Co. It was barely an imitation. The flowers were simply copies of a greater design. The lacy border on the runner was almost like a whispy impression of the wind as it whips through the aspens in fall.

Nothing, no matter how much time we spend on it, is ever very good. We, as humans, I think really suck at creating things. All books are really just there to fill a void or inform us, when really God is all that we need on either of those topics. Paintings are just a snapshot of God's creation. Speaking of snapshots-the same thing goes for photos. All art that is done by humans is really only an impression of what has already been done. And because of our sin, it is beautiful, but marred in imperfection. Nothing we create, design, write, paint, sculpt, draw--none of it will ever compare to the beauty that surrounds us. The beauty that was made by God.

I love art. But it is all so seemingly far away. So insignificant and indecent for the high courts that we will one day frequent. Here, it is beautiful and grand. The Taj Mahal may take away anyone's breath, as would the story behind it. But the Rockies jump out of the ground as you drive from the East. They soar into the sky undaunted by the passing years. The Statue of Liberty will rust and crumble, but Virginia Falls will flow unceasingly until their time is passed and gone.

Because what is made by God is incredible. What is made by man is simply bearable.

Vaarwel,
Sara