one awful instant...

     It is the strangeness

   that attracts us to a fairy tale, for who among us doesn't

want to fly or become invisible... A part of us longs for magic to be real, for wishes to be granted. But, we grow up and the strangeness must remain in the story. What if something was so strange, so unimaginable in our reality that it must be true in another reality? What if we have chosen to believe the wrong reality? What if we, as artists, are to be about the business of remembering to change reality?

     G.K. Chesterton said it this way, 

"Every man has forgotten who he is. One may understand the cosmos, but never the ego; the self is more distant than any star. Thou shalt love the Lord thy God, but thou shalt not know thyself. We are all under the same mental calamity; we have all forgotten our names. We have all forgotten what we really are. All that we call common sense and rationality and practicality and positivism only means that for certain dead levels of our life we forget that we have forgotten. All that we call spirit and art and ecstasy only means that for one awful instant we remember that we forget."

Orthodoxy 

 

Laughing Silently

Remnants of White

"Perhaps we sit in a starry chamber of silence,

while the laughter of the heavens is too loud for us to hear."

G.K. Chesterton

Orthodoxy

     Perhaps being an artist means having an ability to say,"This isn't working", laughing silently, and beginning again. The finishing touches have been made to The Stone, my first book. The brushes are at rest. The final illustration, however, was not working. Finally, I admitted it... aloud. As I prayed, re-read the story, prayed more, I saw an image... something whimsical. I laughed silently.

Here is what I sketched: 

Art comes from a moment in time when materials collide; ordered chaos that allows 'shared time' between the maker and the viewer.

 

The Logs of Lebanon

The Stone will be available soon.

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