“This world in which we live needs beauty in order not to sink into despair. It is beauty, like truth, which brings joy to the heart of man…” (St Paul VI Address to Artists, 1965)
“Great art is quintessentially earthly and earthy, and at the same time is ‘inspired’ or ‘in-breathed’ by Heaven. For man alone blends earth and Heaven, as the only earthly part of Heaven and the only Heavenly part of earth, as the only spirit that is an animal and the only animal that is a spirit. We are amphibians.” (Peter Kreeft)
Winter is an etching,
spring a watercolor,
summer an oil painting
and autumn a mosaic of them all.
Autumn does have a culminating sense about it: it is the finale, the wrap up, the faretheewell, the new leaf turned, now tired.
Everything that has come before is still here, under cover of glorious color and will remain after that last leaf falls and is recycled.
So we begin again with the annual rotation of the etchings, the pastels, the full throated oils and the ultimate mosaic.
The Artist’s signature can be spotted on every canvas.
“The importance of art can best be seen in looking at its highest purpose: that purpose is to break our hearts. For the only whole heart is the heart that has been broken.” (Peter Kreeft)
He found himself wondering at times,
especially in the autumn,
about the wild lands,
and strange visions of mountains that he had never seen came into his dreams.
~J.R.R. Tolkien from The Fellowship of the Rings
Thank God who seasons thus the year,
And sometimes kindly slants his rays;
For in his winter he’s most near
And plainest seen upon the shortest days.
I scent my med’cine from afar,
Where the rude simpler of the year
October leads the rustling war,
And strews his honors on the summer’s bier.
The evening of the year draws on,
The fields a later aspect wear;
Since Summer’s garishness is gone,
Some grains of night tincture the noontide air.
~Henry David Thoreau, selected stanzas from “The Fall of the Leaf”
Wandering in a wild land of beauty,
especially in the coolness of autumn,
with the dry hot melting “garishness” of summer past,
God is most…
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