As I sat staring straight ahead last night, my husband asked me what I was doing. “I’m thinking about this book!” I replied. I find that I am still trying to wrap my mind around all of this, still trying to grasp what is art, what art is to me. There are things that inspire me but I haven’t posted them because I feel like they are the wrong thing. People inspire me, my kids, the people I interact with. No one wants to see a blog filled with the constant happenings of someone random kids…
Edith talks about a hidden talent within each of us that needs to be brought out and exercised. Hidden art that needs to be integrated into the daily so that it can grow and blossom. That is what I was thinking about last night. What is this hidden art within me, can I make time for it in my life and do I really want to. Everything always goes back to the great commission for me. Jesus didn’t say go and preach to all the nations – and make beautiful art! That isn’t a fair filter at all though, I do a great many things that Jesus didn’t speak of in the great commission, but I don’t think that holding it up next to it for a bit is a foolish idea. I went to sleep last night with the resolve that this hidden art is ok and can be incorporated into a life – for the Glory of God. It has to fit in a box somewhere in my head and that is a good box to put it in.
Now to the struggle of hidden art and viewing it around me. I decided to post the last couple of pictures on my phone because those are the things that inspire me. When I see my daughter sleeping peacefully, I don’t just think she is cute, I am moved, inspired, these are the things that cause me to think deeper and make me want to write.
I don’t know if these things that speak to me in my day to day count as “art.” I don’t know if they qualify to fit in the club, but I supposedly got over that in chapter 1 so, to me, this is art.