Advent Interlude 4

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This art piece was doomed to be unfinished, untouched for months but still in the range of daily examination.  The aha! direction found me as I drove over the mountains, pondering my child’s life.  “He’s never going to be happy until he learns to dance on the rim of nothingness.” I thought.  “No, it is I that needs to learn that dance.” I argued back.

I returned  to the studio and cut a hole in this work.  I worked quickly, finding materials oddly at hand.  I hummed the hymn, “I’ll praise my maker while I’ve breath.”  I thought about little Mary at the annunciation, her receptiveness to impossible news.

The dance on the rim of nothingness (or everything) is old.  In Advent we wait.  We prepare.  And some of us dance.  Join me.

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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!