Installation View “Holy Cups” DS
At some point during the week between Christmas and New Year I find myself reviewing the year and setting priorities. Both the studio and the prayer are quiet, sporadic, ad hoc, and unfocused. Self care is taking its turn, finally.
Since the summer, shredding papers has been my contemplative activity. Many of those papers are articles kept for writing essays, the essays themselves, and images for collage. This morning I came across one of my papers about the life of faith as an artist. A quote from philosopher Nicholas Wolterstorffe expresses both the temptation of an artist and, in my case, how faith and art practices co-exist so well:
The art lover, like the mystic, turns away from ordinary concerns to be caught up in the bliss of contemplation… art takes over the function of this worldly salvation, no matter how this may be interpreted. It provides a salvation from the routines of everyday life… Picasso expresses [about art]: “I love it as the only end of my life.”… Thus works of art become surrogate gods, taking the place of God the Creator; aesthetic contemplation takes the place of religious adoration… “Art in Action”
Choices must be made. In the life of faith, art making serves God, not money. The unpopular image is enfleshed when one knows it will not be well received. One does not build a career so much as follow Jesus on an art journey that imitates real life.
A table painted with checkerboard circle and vines, a round glass mirror, with hand-built pottery cups with holes around the edge and butterfly handles, and a little brown basket. Is there any meaning here? One could never drink from such cups with rows of holes. Even so I am impressed to display them as some kind of worship. There is no doubt that these items in their hand-made imperfect form are no competitor for the worship on offer. It seems to me that God is pleased with this offering of my talents, such as they are. Will it be another year of creating work that does not sell?