Dancing on the Rim of Nothingness

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A brain flicker from 2009: I will never know full joy until I learn to dance on the rim of nothingness.

A year or so later, as I was completing this piece, I knew it was an illustration of that idea.

This month, the piece hangs in the member’s show of the Shenandoah Arts Council in Winchester VA.

Concurrent this week, Facebook discussion among users of the narrative lectionary is focused on the story of the binding of Isaac. I am pondering the story from a new angle, from the end of the story instead of the dramatic climax. Abraham had gone to the rim of nothingness. How great was his joy? How great was his joy!

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Art to Touch

What is good art?  Let me rephrase that: what is effectual art?

I am filled with joy when one of my works evokes touch.  Of course, I am filled with horror if the viewer is reaching out with hands that have just touched chocolate.

I had lunch with a friend last week at The Village at Orchard Ridge.  As we finished, she suggested that we walk down to the chapel.  We both revel in the beauty of this new worship space.  We walked up the aisle together and then she veered right towards the lecturn. She stood quietly, the frontal cupped in her hands.  I stopped in amazement.  She touched each of the three leaves which dangle at the hemline.

Rejoice in the Lord.  Rejoice!

TVOR green lectern