“In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make
poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I
do, and that sight becomes this art.”
― Rumi
― Rumi
I ran across this quote by Rumi today, which is just lovely, as Rumi is apt to be, and it got me to thinking...I wonder, how many times have you heard the question, "Where does art come from?" Have you thought about it? Does it matter to you? Do we think about these things too much? Can the question ever really be answered? Is your answer the only relevant answer--for you?
I liken the Rumi quote to the Sanskrit word, namaste. We've all heard it spoken; it's part of our popular culture now, but more than a greeting, the word namaste is saying that we recognize a spark of divinity in another person, and that that same spark resides within us. Is art, perhaps, the physical manifestation of the witnessing of our divinity?
I liken the Rumi quote to the Sanskrit word, namaste. We've all heard it spoken; it's part of our popular culture now, but more than a greeting, the word namaste is saying that we recognize a spark of divinity in another person, and that that same spark resides within us. Is art, perhaps, the physical manifestation of the witnessing of our divinity?
"Walk Toward Me" 10x10 oil and cold wax on wood panel.
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