Imperfect squares. Unfinished edges. Stitched together with variegated thread.
Repeated shapes. Repeated patterns.
Creating discipline through practice.
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!