bright blue sky
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quiet white surrounds
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What is the Object of Art? (We are Invited into the Dance)
The Object of Art
What is the object of art? Why does the artist create? What is the mission statement, the vision statement?
Art is communication. One feels the need to communicate something important to others. A will to create, launched from deep down in the soul. As the blues say, “Let that boy boogie-woogie. It’s in him, and it’s got to come out.”
A need to connect. The artist is driven by the fundamental need to connect. To build an audience. But much more importantly, to know that others have seen and heard the artistic vision that you see and hear. Art becomes real when shared with others. This is the quest, that which keeps the artist going day after day, in the loneliness of her studio.
She may be isolated for a time, but the knowledge that is shared with others is always the end goal. Knowing that…
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Flower Fridays
Acrylic Purple Pansy
Have a wonderful day, and give someone you love a big hug. :-)
The Estuary, Watercolor on Paper 36×46 cm
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Friday Fantasy – Dances of Spring
Dances of Spring,
Enchantment Sweetly Singing,
Of Life Renewed,
Of Light Subdued,
Whispers of the Promise Bringing,
Dances of Spring.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Josephine Wall
Joy in the Heart
Excellent prose! Think on this one . . .
As we progress through the Christmas season, we notice a soft river of joy welling up in our hearts. Why is this? A soft petaled rose, the delicate dew on the flower, and a faint glimmer can point the way. For the murmurings of God have painted themselves into our awareness, but only if we pay attention and take notice.
“Christ is born! Glorify Him! Christ is born! Glorify Him!” we hear from the Divine Liturgy of the Eastern Churches on Christmas day. But there may be more to this than first meets the eye. A subtle beginnings in an obscure barn on an out-of-the way farm heralds something new. The distant gleam of light comes to take up residence in the world.
Perhaps a season of quiet portends. Out in the fields in the new-fallen snow, the depths of winter stillness blankets the land. We trudge in our heavy…
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Holly
As we enter into a new year . . .
Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?
