Faded lies, and alibis to copy down the last one found to see remorse in your blue eyes. choking smoke and stinging fire. gentle hands cloak my dark desire… nothing can remained unscathed, but the babes hushed soul.
Nay, nay, we are but crucified, and though
The bloody sweat falls from our brows like rain
Loosen the nails - we shall come down I know,
Staunch the red wounds - we shall be whole again,
No need have we of hyssop-laden rod,
That which is purely human, that is godlike, that is God.
“Inspiration” Stained Glass Art by kenne, of kenne
“It behooves any of us who would mediate on the subject of artistic inspiration to open the doors wide into the night and welcome into the house the spirit of inhabitable awe.” — Edward Hirsch
What can be truer than the doctrine of Inspiration?
‘Her Mother’s Nuns’ — Art by Katie Turner Bailey (This art was a gift from Kate in 1999 and still hangs on one of our walls. This is a digital copy of her original art.)
Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
I’ve been watching the pattern hummingbirds seen to follow coming to the feeder on our patio, especially when I’m on the patio. I divided it into three stages, and I created a short video of those stages.
I feel that a real living form is the natural result of the individual’s effort to create the living thing out of the adventure of his spirit into the unknown — where it has experienced something — felt something — it has not understood — and from that experience comes the desire to make the unknown — known —
Making the unknown — known — in terms of one’s medium is all absorbing — if you stop to think of form — as form you are lost — The artist’s form must be inevitable — You mustn’t think you won’t succeed —