God experiences pain through His children, works through weakness rather than strength, communicates by dependence rather than independence, and introduces a voice of Christ that flows out of the fumi-e*, an icon of failure and betrayal. -Makoto Fujimura, Silence & Beauty (Broken Beauty, detail) *fumi-e: In 1633, after Catholics were expelled from Japan, the Tokugawa government initiated a ceremony using fumi-e (literally "foot-treading picture"). Small bronze and brass plaques were placed on the ground and citizens were forced to walk upon them as a symbol of their rejection of Christianity. If they refused, they were tortured or killed. See Christies for real-life example of a fumi-e.
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New eyes awaken. I send Love's name into the world with wings And songs grow up around me like a jungle. Choirs of all creatures sing the tunes Your Spirit played in Eden. Zebras and antelopes and birds of paradise Shine on the face of the abyss And I am drunk with the great wilderness Of the sixth day in Genesis. -Thomas Merton New eyes awaken. I send Love's name into the world with wings And songs grow up around me like a jungle. Choirs of all creatures sing the tunes Your Spirit played in Eden. Zebras and antelopes and birds of paradise Shine on the face of the abyss And I am drunk with the great wilderness Of the sixth day in Genesis. -Thomas Merton New eyes awaken. I send Love's name into the world with wings And songs grow up around me like a jungle. Choirs of all creatures sing the tunes Your Spirit played in Eden. Zebras and antelopes and birds of paradise Shine on the face of the abyss And I am drunk with the great wilderness Of the sixth day in Genesis. -Thomas Merton New eyes awaken. I send Love's name into the world with wings And songs grow up around me like a jungle. Choirs of all creatures sing the tunes Your Spirit played in Eden. Zebras and antelopes and birds of paradise Shine on the face of the abyss And I am drunk with the great wilderness Of the sixth day in Genesis. -Thomas Merton These things - the beauty, the memory of our own past are good images of what we really desire....For they are not the thing itself, they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited. - C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory In the plan of the Great Dance plans without number interlock, and each movement becomes in its season the breaking into flower of the whole design to which all else has been directed.
-C.S. Lewis, Perelandra Click here to find out why birds are important for our world. This piece is part of the 2019 Exquisite Corpse Games http://exquisitecorpsegames.com, a blind artistic collaboration, in which each artist was randomly assigned the creation of a head, torso, or legs. The assembled pieces were unveiled on Nov 14, 2019 and are part of a traveling art show. This encaustic piece, Fairy Tales, was inspired by a quote from C.S. Lewis: Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again. "This life of ours is like a street that passes many doors", Ball said, "nor think you all the doors I mean are wood. Every day's a door and every night. When a man throws wide his arms to you in friendship, it's a door he opens same as when a woman opens hers in wantonness. The street forks out, and there's two doors to choose between. The meadow that tempts you to rest your bones and dream a while. The rack-ribbed child that begs for scraps the dogs have left. The sea that calls a man to travel far. They are all doors, some God's and some the Fiend's. So choose with care which ones you take, my son, and one day - who can say - you'll reach the holy door itself." -Frederick Buechner, Godric Every moment and every event of everyman's life on earth plants something in his soul. For just as the wind carries thousands of winged seeds, so each moment brings with it germs of spiritual vitality that come to rest imperceptibly in the minds and wills of men.
-Thomas Merton Click here to learn how flowers protect the environment. This piece is part of the 2018 Exquisite Corpse Games http://exquisitecorpsegames.com, a blind artistic collaboration, in which each artist was randomly assigned the creation of a head, torso, or legs. The assembled pieces were unveiled at the Museum of Fine Arts in St. Pete, FL on Nov 1, 2018. This encaustic piece, Choices, was inspired by a quote from C.S. Lewis: Every time you make a choice you are turning the central part of you, the part of you that chooses, into something a little different than it was before. I sit in darkness. I sit in human silence. I begin to hear the eloquent night. The world of this night resounds from heaven to hell with animal eloquence. With the savage innocence of a million unknown creatures. The enormous vitality of their music pounds and rings and throbs and echoes until it gets into everything, and swamps the whole world in its neutral madness. -Thomas Merton The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever. -Psalm 23 This piece is part of the 2017 Exquisite Corpse Games http://exquisitecorpsegames.com, a blind artistic collaboration, in which each artist was randomly assigned the creation of a head, torso, or legs. The assembled pieces were unveiled at the Museum of Fine Arts in St. Pete, FL on Nov 2, 2018. My piece, True Self, is the torso portion of the completed work. It was inspired by a quote by C.S. Lewis: What I call my ‘self’ now is hardly a person at all. It’s mainly a meeting place for various natural forces, desires and fears, etc., some of which come from my ancestors, and some from my education, some perhaps from devils. The self you were really intended to be is something that lives not from nature but from God. |
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