Art is like Christianity in this way: at its greatest, it can give you access to the deepest suffering you imagine--not necessarily dramatic suffering, not necessarily physical suffering, but the suffering that is in your nature, the suffering of which you must be conscious to fulfill your nature--and at the same time provide a peace that is equal to that suffering. The peace is not in place of the sorrow; the sorrow does not go away. But there is a moment of counterbalance between them that is both absolute tension and absolute stillness. The tension is time. The stillness is eternity. With art, this peace is passing and always inadequate. But there are times when the very splendid insufficiency of art--its "sumptuous Destitution --/ Without a Name," in Dickinson's phrase--can point a person toward the peace that passeth understanding...
2 comments:
Bob, Beautiful colors inside of colors - the plate and grapefruit radiate. Loriann
Loriann, Thank you. From someone who uses colors so well, your comment is appreciated.
Bob
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