Art 101
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Life is good…
Heaven is better.
We all, every one of us, fail miserably, consistently, even, yes, persistently to remember this truth.
So wrapped up in getting done, surviving, fending off this or that, we drop the whole focus of our existence.
Despite the incredibly convincing illusion, This Ain’t All There Is.
Cracked and flawed as may be, coming from a chipped and insignificant vessel like me, my writing and art are my feeble reminders to myself of all this.
Either to show some hope of that better place, or the pallid, frail light outshone by heaven that is our world, I loose my pen and my box of colors. Sometimes figments of hope and reality do stir up.
Even as this thought appears, the harsh scrutiny of reality focuses its leering spectacles.
Yet another essay, making pleading whispers to slip under the cracks beneath the door to goodness: glib, sugary thoughts with no substance, borne from a voice that knows all too well that its next utterance may be a foul counterpoint, unworthy and proof of my corruption.
Vicious circle.
The world says.
All may be, as said, vanity.
But the truth betrays this reality.
And flickering, incomplete, tarnished beauty bears the key-most word.
Hope.
From despairing scribbles rise notes to play upon the strings of Heaven.
We will soon go Home.
And that
Is better.