14 March 2011

Art Thief

I sat down to write something completely different, or rather that was the plan I held from days ago.  But to paraphrase, no plan survives contact with reality. 

I like to to think that we as human beings are works of art, running the full gamut of whatever "-ism" you care to throw at us.  All of us, great and small, beautiful and maybe not so beautiful, abstract and realistic, wondering this interactive art museum we call Earth.  It's amazing and beautiful and complicated, and a lifetime may not be enough to comprehend or understand it all.  We sure can enjoy the effort of appreciation, can we not?  Maybe this is what we humans end up calling "love".

I fancied today that God is a great appreciator of art, too.  This is why every so often He/She/It steals these works of art we call our friends and family, leaving us with empty frames and memories.

In my more optimistic moments,  I picture God as one of those uber-wealthy collectors, who just has to have the beautiful, the rare, the sublime in his own personal art gallery, thus sometimes leaving the rest of the world a little bit poorer.

Be that as it may, if the analogy holds true...I hope when its my turn through the door of the heavenly gallery, I get to see all the art I've come to miss.  That kind of beauty deserves to be shared, just like love.


In memory of my Aunt L.

6 comments:

  1. Wondering, or wandering? Cause, really, either works. :)

    We, as works of art, are still wet. Our paint never dries, and as we wonder and wander through the gallery, we leave drips and smears on everyone and everything we touch, further adding to each other's beauty.

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  2. I'm a firm believer that all the art in heaven waits patiently to wrap us in its beauty and warmth when we finally buy our ticket.

    R.I.P. Aunt L.

    xo

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  3. what a wonderful way of contemplating the hereafter, and remembering Aunt. L. I love the analogy. If it does hold true, I've got an infinite museum of masterpieces just waiting for me.

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  4. I am sure we will see so many great works when we become part of the ether. A nice memorial to your aunt.

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