Really grateful to Alister Pater of Cafe Church for directing my attention to this blog: The Image Journal – art::faith::mystery
Some wonderful writing examples…
Balancing My Stuff by Peggy Rosenthal
“So this is a post about a poem about a painting and its painting-within-the-painting (sounds a bit like the house that Jack built).
How, it makes me wonder, can we live without art (I mean all the arts, verbal and visual and performative)?
Without the shaping and distilling and re-envisioning of experience that art gives us—whether that experience is of life’s major moments or just the stuff of every day. About ten years ago, I wrote for Image an essay called “Why We Need the Arts in Time of War.”
Now I’m thinking: we need the arts at all times.
At least I do.
The Veil Between Us by Alissa Herbaly Coons
“With the birth of my daughter, the suckling-urgent question of how to be a good mother has joined the question of how to be a good neighbor. It also reordered my identity: first a mammal, then a Christian and participant in general society. In the past, with neighbors of any stripe, my default mode has been polite indifference.
With a small human to raise, that doesn’t seem good enough anymore.”
rachel from artillumina is at it again. sign up for art inspired spirituality journeying into pentecost: fire
i used artillumina for my lenten journey and found it incredibly moving.
have taking up ian adam’s suggestion about setting up a ‘prayer corner’ in my house to keep track of my ‘things’
Fire: Day 1
“Humans, once they contact their Inner Source, become living icons, not so much to a verbal message as to the Divine Image itself (Isaiah 43:10). By any analysis, that is true, humble and confident power. It is the ultimate meaning of a well-grounded person.”
Find an object to represent your “Inner Source”. Keep it in a safe place, we’ll be adding more objects to this one during the week.
I love this guy’s work. He’s an artist/methodist minister/art psychotherapist! This series of 14 photos took my breath away and led me into all sorts of contemplations of my Self and my Place In The World.
It strikes me that reading is only one way of gaining ‘wisdom’ and visiting the National Gallery of Australia on Sunday was confirmation of that. The Aboriginal Memorial was created by 43 Ramingining Artists for the Bicential ‘celebrations’ in 1988. It consists of 200 hollow log coffins, one for each year of European occupation . These poles were used in traditional aboriginal burial rites where the bones of the dead were placed inside the logs and erected as a memorial, much like the war memorials and commemorations of dead Europeans across our land. You can read more about it and the central Australian artists who created it on the NGA website by clicking on the detail here.
As art should be, the Aboriginal Memorial is moving. It articulates the suffering and shame in our history that is all too often shoved under the carpet. However, the Aboriginal Memorial is also a ritual – an invitation to feel the grief of our history and integrate that experience into our current identity as Australians, as we walk the river pathway through the dead bodies. Historians estimate anything from 300,000 to one million indigenous Australians died in the 200 years leading up to 1988. A couple of years ago looking at the demographics for my local area, I noted that there were just 4 aboriginal people living in once fertile lands. I was so thankful to God for an opportunity to honour the first Australians in a way that has not been possible for me before. And I was totally inspired by the need for ritual and spiritual invitations in our public places.