Intimate / Infinite ~ paper clay, pigment, wood, hole. Advent 2015
In the season of Advent, we ponder the mystery of our relationship with that which is Infinite. Here is the poem that goes with this piece of art:
The idea for this piece came to me many years ago when I saw an exhibit of works by artist Anish Kapoor. One of his pieceswas a large object that hung on the wall, the front-facing surface of which was coated with black pigment so dark that you could not see it. I stood in front of this piece for a long time, straining my eyes to be able to perceive the surface; was is flat? concave? a hole in the wall? It was a remarkable experience; not being able to see something that you knew was there. It struck me as a great visual metaphor for what we call…
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Really love this image and the poem – so simple. We can all make space for the Divine/God and this IS what changes the world! Thank you
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I agree. Without the spiritual dimension, good deeds aren’t worth a sausage, not that I value sausages very highly, being a vegetarian. 🙂
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